The old man said: "Whether you have real ability or not, you will know once you try it."

Ye Qiu asked: "Old sir, what's wrong with you?"

"You are the Medical Saint, wouldn't you know it just by looking at it?" The old man's tone was a little harsh. After speaking, he handed his left hand to Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu took hold of the old man's pulse, checked for a while, and said, "Old sir, you are in good health and have no disease."

The old man smiled and said: "You are right, I am not sick."

"You're not joking..." Before Fu Yanjie could finish his words, the old man glanced at him.

In an instant, Fu Yanjie felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.

The old man's eyes were so scary.

Like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Fu Yanjie was so frightened that he swallowed his saliva.

Ye Qiu also noticed that this old man seemed to be no ordinary person, and asked, "Old sir, since you are not sick, why do you still seek medical treatment from me?"

"You must be looking for me for other matters, right?"

"May I ask your surname?"

The old man grinned: "My name is Long Er!"

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Third update.
Chapter completed!