The last disciple who traveled through Medicine King Valley sells goods live

"To be honest, after our last video call, I also looked for a doctor I know. But he couldn't do anything about my internal injuries. So, this time, I came here hoping to come in person and see if you have any treatment options."

Upon hearing this, Shanshan said, "If that's the case, could you please let me take your pulse?"

People who practice martial arts, especially those who have experienced a lot, will subconsciously defend themselves. Many people can tell where a person's vital line is just by taking the pulse.

This is a very dangerous thing for a martial artist, unless the person is someone he trusts.

The Nangong Patriarch casually extended his hand: "Since you are here, it means that I naturally trust you."

That Shining smiled and held out his hand, but soon the smile on his face turned serious.

Shanshan's fingers gently rested on Patriarch Nangong's wrist, concentrating on sensing the changes in his pulse. As time passed, her brow furrowed ever tighter, her expression growing more solemn. Patriarch Nangong felt a little uneasy watching Shanshan's expression, but he still chose to trust Shanshan's abilities and quietly awaited her diagnosis.

After a moment, Shanshan slowly withdrew his hand, took a deep breath, and said, "Old Master, your situation is more complicated than I imagined. In addition to the problems caused by your own martial arts, there is another more serious problem, that is, you have suffered serious internal injuries in the past.

The injuries you sustained back then weren't properly treated, leading to long-term blood stasis in your body. This not only blocked the flow of Qi and blood but also caused some damage to your internal organs. Furthermore, the medicinal herbs you've been taking in recent years contain chronic poisons. Did you know this?

In other words, if you hadn't met me, you probably wouldn't have lived for two years."

Before the Nangong family head could say anything, Nangong Yan'er, who was standing beside him, was so anxious that tears were about to flow out: "Dad, why didn't you tell me that your health was so serious? And what about that chronic poison? Is someone trying to harm you?"

The Nangong family head waved his hand. "No, don't overthink it. After your grandfather Situ passed away, the prescription for my treatment was lost. Your uncle Situ's ability was limited, and ultimately, the last herbal ingredient was never found. But if I hadn't suppressed my internal injuries at that time, I would have gone crazy and died from the severance of my meridians.

So, I had to use that prescription.”

Nangong Yan'er's eyes turned redder when she heard this: "Then why didn't you tell me? If you hadn't come here today, would you have kept me informed until something happened to you?"

The Nangong family head sighed and said, "I'm telling you, it just makes more people worry. Even your uncle Situ can't solve this problem, so what else can you do?"

After saying this, the Nangong family head looked at Shanshan and said, "My friend, tell me the truth. Is there any possibility of treatment for my condition? I won't make it difficult for you. I know my situation well."

In fact, the Nangong family head didn't know. He always thought that his health problems were internal injuries and never realized that his own martial arts had shortcomings. Otherwise, he wouldn't let his daughter and grandson learn that martial arts.

Shanshan thought for a moment and then said, "If it were before, I might not have been able to do it, but now, there really is one. Yu Jun should have told you that I have a potion that can enhance human potential, right?"

Patriarch Nangong nodded: "Indeed, it is precisely because of this that I hold on to a glimmer of hope."

Her gleaming fingertips caressed the edge of the celadon teacup, and the candlelight flickered in her eyes, casting a cunning light. "Old man, have you ever heard of 'destruction before construction'? The flaw in your technique is that it overloads your meridians, like drawing water with a bamboo basket—" She suddenly slammed the teacup down on the sandalwood table. "First, I have to completely dismantle this basket, then forge it anew with thousand-year-old iron."

Nangong Yan'er's embroidered handkerchief was twisted and deformed: "How do I use that potion?"

"You need to use my unique acupuncture method and inject it into the intersection of the Ren and Du meridians at 12:30 am." Shanshan suddenly took out three silver needles and burned them over the candle flame. "However, this medicine is quite strong. An ordinary person would probably bleed to death." She changed the subject and said, "But you, Master Nangong, are different. The chronic poison in your body is the best medicine."

The Nangong family head's pupils suddenly contracted. He suddenly remembered the words his old friend Situ had said before he died, clutching his hand: "Don't trust... medicine..." At the time, he had just thought it was a dying whisper.

"You mean, the Situ family deliberately poisoned this?" Nangong Yan'er's voice was trembling.

That Shanshan smiled noncommittally and said, "Everything will be known at midnight."

Mu Yuchen stood up at this time: "In that case, then I would like to thank Shanshan first and let them stay."

Shanshan smiled and said, "You can stay, but all the rooms here are occupied. It's up to you, Brother Mu, to decide whether to borrow a room."

Mu Yuchen made an OK gesture: "Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

Seeing how casually Shanshan and Mu Yuchen were interacting, Mu Huachen valued his nephew even more.

It was obvious that Shanshan was not ordinary, and this nephew had a very good relationship with her. The trust she had in him was evident.

After Mu Yuchen left with the Nangong family leader and his party, Shanshan directly spoke to the space-time mirror.

"Xiao Jing, contact General Oli and buy the most advanced defense equipment. Next time, if anyone dares to break in, kill them immediately!"

"Good master~"

Midnight:

The silver needles in the gleaming hand suddenly pierced the Nangong Patriarch's shoulder well acupoint. The old man groaned, and cold sweat instantly soaked his shirt. The three silver needles turned black at a visible speed, and the medicinal liquid snaked down the needle tails, burning strange purple lines on his skin.

"Ms. Nangong, open the window." Shanshan suddenly spoke.

Nangong Yan'er opened the window in a daze. The midnight moonlight shone right on the Nangong Patriarch's chest. The purple lines began to flow with the moonlight, gradually converging into the shape of half a jade pendant.

"As expected." "The shimmering voice was wrapped in ice," The Situ family is breeding a Gu in your body. This chronic poison is actually a breeding ground for Gu worms." She flicked a cinnabar from her fingertips and placed it precisely in the center of the purple spot. "Old man, do you know how the head of the Situ family died back then?"

The Nangong patriarch suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood, the blood dripping onto the blue bricks with a sizzling sound. He finally remembered his old friend Situ's final appearance—his body festering as if devoured by insects, his hand clutching a half-piece of broken jade as he died.