"Whether you believe it or not is your own business."

Zhang Yi's eyes turned cold and there were signs of anger.

Are these guys giving faces endlessly?

"Little guy, how do you talk?

No matter what, we are all your elders."

Li Shiqing stared at Zhang Yi coldly, very dissatisfied with Zhang Yi's attitude.

elder?

Is this what the elders should look like?

An elder mocks his younger generation, shows mercy to others, and makes himself happy. This is a typical villain.

"Okay, let's be quiet."

Gu Lie's face looked very ugly. If Li Shiqing hadn't had some skills, he would have driven this guy out long ago and said, "Everyone, who can follow me?"

Then, under Gu Lie's leadership, Zhang Yi and others came to a wing room.

This wing room is divided into two rooms inside and outside, with a layer of gauze curtains in the middle, giving people a faint feeling.

What is surprising is that there is a red thread inside the gauze curtain extending to the table outside.

What is this situation?

Why didn't I see the patient?

Everyone was puzzled and looked at Gu Lie one after another.

Gu Lie coughed lightly and said apologetically: "The clan leader's old injuries are getting worse and worse. He cannot see the wind. He can only diagnose you in this way."

What?

Use a red thread to diagnose the injury?

Isn't this nonsense?

Many people's faces changed. It takes some skill to diagnose this way. Obviously, many of them have not yet reached this level.

"I'll try it!"

A middle-aged man stepped forward and sat down, picked up the red line, took his pulse from the air, and diagnosed his injury.

After a moment, he was disappointed... It was just a red line, and he couldn't diagnose it at all. This not only required some skills, but also had super skills in taking the pulse.

Obviously, this guy hasn't.

Immediately afterwards, many people took the pulse of red lines.

Many people shook their heads and sighed, and stepped aside.

"Haha, if you don't have the ability, don't join in the fun."

An old man was full of sarcasm. He walked forward and said while diagnosing, "You young students are optimistic. This is your opportunity to observe and study hard."

Everyone held their breath and focused their minds, staring at them with their eyes fixed on each other, unwilling to let go of any details.

Soon, the old man finished his pulse and looked a little solemn. He looked at Li Shiqing and said, "Li Miaoshou, it's your place, please!"

"Haha, then I'll be ugly."

Li Shiqing could tell from the other party's solemn expression that the leader of the Gu family's injury was probably not optimistic, and he had to show some real skills.

He sat down, picked up the red thread, closed his eyes, and began to take the pulse seriously.

After a long time, Li Shiqing also withdrew his hand, his expression was a little solemn, and he retreated aside.

"Li Miaoshou, how about it?"

The old man came over and whispered, "I know I am not as good as you. You should have diagnosed something, tell me your opinion, right?"

His voice was very small, and others didn't hear clearly what they were saying.

Li Shiqing had a serious expression and sighed: "The old injuries of the ancient clan elders are very serious, and I'm afraid there will be no more time."

The old man was shocked and a little disbelief: "No way?

Are you not sure you have cured it?"

Li Shiqing was silent for a while, and then said two words: "It's very difficult..." Sure enough... the old man's face looked a little bad, and he also diagnosed that the ancient clan leader had almost reached his limit, and it was really time to go away.

Li Shiqing retracted his thoughts, looked at Zhang Yi with playful eyes, and mocked: "Boy, why are you still standing there?

It's your turn..." "You are also ugly."

Zhang Yi was not polite, so he sat down, picked up the red line and started to take the pulse and diagnose it in a very good manner.

Seeing Zhang Yi's serious look, many people thought that this kid was pretending.

Even they can't diagnose it, and it's even more impossible for this young man.

After a long time, Zhang Yi also withdrew his hand and smiled and said, "Okay, I've finished the diagnosis."

"Pretending!"

Many people find it a little funny, thinking that this kid has good acting skills and is quite capable of pretending. Next, let your true colors be revealed.

"Please trouble everyone."

Gu Lie asked someone to take out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and handed it to all the Chinese medicine doctors present, saying, "Everyone, write down the injuries you have diagnosed. Only if the diagnosis is correct can you be qualified to dispense medicine to our patriarch."

The so-called injury is very simple, such as what kind of weapon or poison is injured, and the severity.

Everyone's face suddenly froze.

They didn't diagnose it at all, how should I write this?

Nonsense?

However, everyone present was a famous doctor. Even if they could not diagnose it, they could not lose face. They could only write it out.

Soon, everyone wrote all their injuries on paper.

Gu Lie asked someone to take back the paper.

Everyone suddenly became nervous.

If they are not guessed correctly, they will be eliminated.

You should know that once the leader of the Gu family can be cured, he can become the chief imperial physician of the Gu family, and there will be countless resources at that time... but once it is eliminated, he will be out of the way.

Gu Lie looked at the paper, shook his head, his face full of disappointment, and invited the eliminated Chinese medicine doctors.

For a time, many people were invited out.

Only seven or eight people were left.

Among them, there are naturally Li Shiqing, the old man, and Zhang Yi.

Gu Lie picked up Li Shiqing's wounded paper and looked at it. He saw four simple words written on it: "There is not much time."

"Li Miaoshou, you are..." "Hehe, I am ashamed. My medical skills are limited, and I can only diagnose the severe physical damage to the ancient clan leader. I am afraid..." Li Shiqing looked ashamed. Although he did not finish his words, the meaning was self-evident.

Gu Lie didn't ask much, but he picked up the rest of the wounded papers, all of which wrote four big words "There is no more time".

Um?

!Soon after, he found that there were dense fonts written on one of the papers.

Who wrote the list of injuries?

He glanced at the end of his eyes and saw the name of the person with only two words at the bottom of the paper: Zhang Yi! That's right, it's Zhang Yi! Gu Lie was a little excited. He looked up at Zhang Yi, and then carefully looked at the injury diagnosis result written by Zhang Yi.

Unexpectedly, he became more and more surprised as he looked.

What is written on it is so detailed! Even this old injury has been diagnosed for many years! It is worthy of being the person recommended by someone! Sure enough, some skills! At this moment, Gu Lie seemed to see hope, not only the hope of the leader of the Gu family, but also the hope of the future of the Gu family.

Seeing that Gu Lie's expression was a little wrong, Li Shiqing frowned and said, "Gu Lie, what is your expression?

Show me what is written on that one?"

He knew that the picture was written by Zhang Yi.

He didn't believe it at all. Zhang Yi could diagnose the injury of the ancient clan leader with a red thread.

Gu Lie was not fierce either, so he simply handed the paper to Li Shiqing.

Li Shiqing took it over and took a look, took a deep breath, and looked at Zhang Yi in shock.

No way?

Is this kid a little outrageous?
Chapter completed!