"Oh... okay, Xiaodie?" There was a deep sense of helplessness in her tone. A maid came in from outside, holding a plate with a few silk threads in her hand.

Chen Chen stopped her and said, "Leave it to me next." He took the plate from her hand.

"Ah? But, miss..." Before the maid could finish speaking, Chen Chen interrupted her: "Please show your hands, miss."

"No, oops..." There was a "swish" sound, which frightened the maid so much that she hurriedly covered her ears and squatted down before finishing her words.

After a while, there was no other sound in her ears again, so the maid tried to open her eyes. Hey, what happened? It was not like this before I closed my eyes. I saw what should have been lying quietly on the plate.

The silk thread in the middle was now taut, one end was embedded in the wall, the other end was held in Chen Chen's hand, and the middle was placed on the wrist of the magistrate's daughter.

When did it happen? Could this be when I just closed my eyes? What was that whooshing sound? The maid's eyes lost focus at this time. Although her brain was running wildly, she still couldn't understand what just happened. She didn't know what the plate was.

How did the wire in it get instantly bolted to the wall?

But now Chen Chen doesn't have time to care about the appearance of the maid next to him. He can only concentrate on experiencing this new diagnostic method and has no time to care about anything else. "Oh, it turns out this is what it looks like..." No matter how superb Chen Chen's medical skills are,

, but after all, it was his first time to diagnose someone’s pulse with Xuansi, so he still had a lot of novel experiences. With constant attempts, he gradually became familiar with this diagnostic method.

Okay, now that I'm familiar with the method, I should start treating her seriously. However, her pulse felt very strange. Chen Chen's first feeling was that it was weak. He even thought it was caused by hanging threads.

, but when he put the silk thread on his other hand, he found that the two were completely different. So, it was just her pulse that was weak... Chen Chen narrowed his eyes. Sure enough, this matter was not simple.

ah.

The second feeling it brought to him was that of disorder. Even the terminally ill villagers in the village at the foot of the master's mountain had never had such disordered pulses. It was really strange, how did she become like this? In this case, just living

Call it a miracle... Chen Chen's eyes widened. This matter seemed to be more difficult than he imagined.

The maid on the side was holding an empty plate and was a little at a loss. What's going on? Miss, the thread on her hand has been tied. Should I quit too? But the results haven't come out yet, so I'm still a little worried.

Miss, what kind of disease does she have? Although this doctor is young, he has been here the longest, so he should be able to diagnose something, right? When she put her eyes on Chen Chen, she saw him

His eyes would squint, then widen, and his expression would be stretched and rubbed, which made her feel uneasy.

"Doctor...what disease does my young lady have?" She couldn't help but ask in the end. As a result, after she opened her mouth, Chen Chen not only didn't answer her, but his expression changed even faster.

This...he probably didn't hear it, right? So the maid raised her voice again and asked several more times. "Doctor, have you diagnosed it? What kind of disease is it?" "Doctor?" "Doctor!!!"

"Alas..." Chen Chen sighed, "The diagnosis was made. The maid around her talked too much and got sick."

"Ah? The maid next to Miss, isn't that me? I didn't expect that I was the one who harmed Miss for so long. Miss, I'm sorry for you..." As she said this, she almost cried.

Oops, how could I meet such a maid... Chen Chen rubbed his temples and was about to correct her when a cold voice came from inside: "Xiaodie, be quiet. Let the doctor treat me properly."

"Oh..." It was not easy, and she finally calmed down.

Without anyone's interruption, Chen Chen began to pull the threads again. Each thread was beating in its own unique way, as if playing a piece of music. Beside him was a maid holding a plate with her head lowered.

He felt extremely aggrieved. The silk thread stretched out into the darkness was draped on a skinny arm, forming a strong contrast with the layout of the entire room. The room remained like this, time seemed to have stopped, and everything had become

eternal.

"She hasn't eaten for several days?" Chen Chen broke the stagnant space and asked the maid next to him.

"Ah?" The maid woke up from a dream, and then said: "It's not that she doesn't eat or drink, we will give her a portion of every meal and put it next to her, but the young lady either said she had no appetite, or almost vomited it all out.

In this way, it has been half a month."

It's been half a month, and it would be dangerous to delay it any longer. Chen Chen did not take his hand back on the thread, but continued to ask: "Has this room always been like this? It's so, uh, mysterious." (

Low EQ: black, high EQ: mysterious)

"Well, this room has been arranged like this for a while, and since it was made like this, the lady has never let anyone in. Even I was only allowed in recently."

"Other than these, does your young lady have any abnormal behavior?"

"Abnormal behavior?" The maid thought carefully for a while, "In addition to not going out and not basking in the sun, my lady also doesn't eat meat or any meat. She said she should have a light diet. I don't know if that counts."

"Okay, that's enough. Let's go out." Chen Chen suddenly stood up. After the county magistrate's daughter took back her hand, Chen Chen raised his hand and pulled off the thread nailed to the wall along with the needle.

While packing up, I walked out.

As soon as I walked out of the door, not surprisingly, the county magistrate immediately followed me: "How are you doing? What's the disease? Are you sure it can be cured?"

Chen Chen put the last needle into his arm guard and said: "Gui Qianjin's disease is indeed very difficult, but I am still somewhat sure of its cure."

"How much?" the county magistrate asked excitedly.

"Sixty percent." Chen Chen replied.

"Sixty percent..." The county magistrate's face changed several expressions in an instant, from surprise, to joy, to hesitation, to fear, and he did not continue to ask.

"Ha, sixty percent? I think you are bragging, right? We are at a loss what to do, what can you, a child at such a young age, do?" Before the county magistrate could say anything, the group of doctors behind Chen Chen took the lead and couldn't help but sarcasm.

He did.

Chen Chen didn't say much, walked up to the group of old men, and said in a sonorous voice: "Since I dare to say it, I am 60% sure. It's normal for you not to be able to do so. After all, knowledge does not increase with age.
Chapter completed!