Brother Xie, he is too popular. What should I do?

What familiar words.

The person in front of him who he asked this question had already been dragged away.

Xie Yunhe broke out in cold sweats when he was looked at.

Then he quickly calmed down.

Cross-dressing has nothing to do with getting hurt.

He can't be led astray by those senior brothers who read pornographic books.

When you come to the medical clinic for treatment, you still have to cooperate with the doctor.

"I went to kill some monsters yesterday and may have overdrawn some of my spiritual power."

Xie Yunhe answered cautiously.

really.

The white-robed medical practitioner did not investigate.

He could see that although this junior brother in the wheelchair looked weak, that kind of weakness was different from those unlucky guys who had just been invited to the Law Enforcement Hall.

Even though this junior brother's pulse suddenly became very fast and his heartbeat quickened, he was obviously nervous.

But all medical practitioners are knowledgeable and experienced. Perhaps one of his words touched upon the other party's secret.

But the injuries on this junior brother's body...killing monsters...

He turned his sharp gaze away and pondered for a moment.

The movements of his hands never stopped.

While continuing to take the patient's pulse, he took out a jade bowl prop.

The jade bowl was thrown and landed upside down above Xie Yunhe, floating in the air.

A soft light emerged from the mouth of the bowl and shone on Xie Yunhe.

Xie Yunhe felt as if he was hit by the stage lights.

what is this?

Is this the X-ray of the world of immortal cultivation?

After a moment, the jade bowl retracted its light and flew back into the hands of the senior brother.

The medical practitioner in white took the jade bowl with one hand and checked the information detected by the jade bowl with his spiritual sense.

One hand was still taking the pulse, and it ended after a while.

"My tendons and veins are severely damaged, my blood and qi are depleted, my spiritual energy is disordered, and demonic energy has entered my body..."

Sang Qing, who was standing behind Xie Yunhe, watched quietly as his junior fellow apprentice was undergoing the examination.

The white-coated medical practitioners also listened carefully when making diagnoses.

Hearing this, Sang Qing suddenly took two big steps from behind the wheelchair and rushed to the counter.

Two hands slammed down on the counter.

His face was filled with sorrow and his voice was trembling a little.

"Senior Brother, can my junior brother be saved?"

Xie Yunhe: ...

Isn't he fine?

White-robed medical practitioner: ...

Speak nicely and don't bang the table.

I am most afraid of these indiscriminate relatives and friends of patients.

The white-robed medical practitioner said, "This junior brother's meridians may have been broken once before. It is indeed difficult to treat."

Xie Yunhe also looked at him, not expecting his injuries to be so serious?

But apart from the initial pain, it has eased a lot now, and he feels that he can use a little spiritual energy.

The medical practitioner in white looked up and down at the bandages on Xie Yunhe's body.

"A medical practitioner must have helped repair most of your meridians. And the white cloth on your body looks very familiar to me, Junior Brother. Was it Venerable Zhiwu who treated you?"

Before Xie Yunhe could say anything, Sang Qing behind him nodded and actively cooperated.

"Yes, it was Venerable Zhiwu who saved Junior Brother, but we didn't realize how serious his injuries were at the time."

Meridians are the pathways through which spiritual energy flows within the body.

If a cultivator's meridians are broken, he will not be able to absorb and practice, and he may even be unable to practice at all.

So this is indeed serious.

Xie Yunhe didn't feel anything because he didn't know much about this.

He just thought that his meridians were damaged, just like skin and flesh damage, and at most it would leave a scar or something.

After hearing Sang Qing's words, the white-robed medical practitioner's face showed some understanding.

"So it was Venerable Zhiwu who took action. That's not surprising."

The white-robed medical practitioner thought for a moment, then took a piece of rice paper and a brush, lightly dipped the brush in ink, and began to write.

Prescribe medicine for Xie Yunhe.

While writing, he explained Xie Yunhe's condition to the two of them.

"I think this junior brother must have used some secret method to rapidly improve his cultivation in a critical moment. His body absorbed spiritual energy that was not commensurate with his cultivation level, which caused his meridians to break and his spiritual energy to become disordered."

"But I have to say, Junior Brother, you're quite lucky. I've seen people use secret methods to improve their cultivation, but most of them ended up damaging or severing their meridians. Some even ended up ruining their path to immortality. Even those who were slightly better off would still suffer from sequelae."

"Junior brother, you are very lucky to have received timely treatment. Your meridians were reconnected by Venerable Zhiwu before they were completely severed. Although your meridians are damaged now, they are still covered with a layer of healing spiritual energy. It is best for you to be admitted to the hospital to recuperate and take medicine for a period of time. You will be completely healed in about half a month."

The doctor in white finished writing the prescription and took out a wooden sign from under the counter.

Handed it to Xie Yunhe.

Xie Yunhe took the paper and the tag, wondering what they meant.

Sang Qing behind him was obviously very familiar with the process.

"Thank you, Senior Brother. Sorry for bothering you."

The medical practitioner in white waved his hand.

He peeked behind the team.

"Next!"

The next patient came forward.

Sang Qing pushed Xie Yunhe out of the team and to the other side of the lobby.

Xie Yunhe opened the rice paper given by the doctor and took a look.

Well, my brother's handwriting is really——

The pen strokes are sharp, the strokes are like dragons and phoenixes flying and dancing, unrestrained and frivolous!

In other words, it is too sloppy to be understood.

Are the words he wrote real?

Xie Yunhe had deep doubts.

Senior Sister Sang Qing had already pushed him to a thatched hut at the side door of the lobby.

The thatched house has a unique shape and has a door, but Sang Qing parked his wheelchair not at the door but at the window.

Sang Qing: "Let's go get the elixir first, and then send you to the recuperation room."

She took the rice paper from Xie Yunhe's hand, placed the paper on the window of the thatched hut, and then knocked on the window frame.

A man came out from the dim thatched house, came to the window and looked out.

There is one person in the room and two people outside the window.

When the three of them met, they were all stunned.

The man was wearing the blue uniform of a Tianjian Sect disciple. Xie Yunhe had seen this kind of clothes many times along the way.

It is the uniform for inner sect disciples.

The strange thing is that when this dress is worn by other people, it looks ordinary, but when worn by this person, it looks so beautiful and sparkles.

It seems that the saying "clothes make the man" is not always accurate.

Sometimes clothes also depend on the person.

Seeing the two of them, the man widened his peach blossom eyes slightly, and a hint of surprise appeared on his handsome face.

"Senior Sister Sang, Junior Brother Xie, what happened to you guys that brought you to the medical hall?"

It's not a good thing to meet this person in the clinic. Is anyone injured?

He turned his gaze to Xie Yunhe and saw that he was covered in bandages.

He was horrified: "Xie Junior Brother, what happened to you? Were you beaten?"

The two were also surprised to see Chu Yuanzhou.

I didn't expect to meet an acquaintance who was working on the same mission with me.

What a coincidence.