Transmigration with Cheat Codes - Chapter 42

[42. Chapter 42]

Wan Wangde said with a smile: “Little Master Uncle, his eyes are as bright as a torch.”

With the reputation of Qixingguan Taoist priest, Chang Jiuhui finally agreed to meet the two of them. When he saw Wan Wangde, he frowned: “Why is it you again?”

Wan Wangde: “This junior is here to explain to you. What happened before was really rude.”

Chang Jiuhui snorted.

Wan Wangde: “Actually, it’s not that the patient refused to come…”

Chang Jiuhui said calmly: “If she is too sick to get out of bed, she can be carried over.”

Wan Wangde coughed: “The patient actually doesn’t know about this. What happened just now was decided by the junior and Brother Chen.”

When Chang Jiuhui heard the words, his expression gradually softened: “That’s all.” He added, “I won’t take action against such rudeness, but it’s not an exaggeration to be ignorant. If she comes over, I may not necessarily kick her out. .”

Hearing this, Wan Wangde showed a slightly embarrassed look on his face: “Well, when the junior and Brother Chen went back, the patient noticed the clues. She smiled and told us not to bother, as if she was worried about the condition. It looks a bit certain.”

Chang Jiuhui frowned for the first time today and said displeasedly: “In that case, what are you going to do with me?”

Wan Wangde didn’t say much. He took out a glass bottle filled with agarwood drink from his purse and handed it over: “Old sir, please take a look.”

Chang Jiuhui only glanced at it, and his expression became much more serious: “This is…”

Wan Wangde nodded: “It was made by that girl.”

He also didn’t know whether the agarwood drink was made by Meng Jintang herself, but whether it was sold through her or made by her, there was no problem saying that it was made by her.

Chang Jiuzhi didn’t pay attention to the young man’s words. He pondered for a while and then said: “Even if you are a good doctor, you will inevitably get sick. Since she is sure and doesn’t want others to interfere, that’s normal.”

Wan Wangde’s eyes narrowed slightly – Changjiu only saw this bottle of agarwood drink and concluded that Miss Meng was a good doctor.

Chang Jiuchi said to Zuo Lingqiu again: “Everyone in the world knows that the medical skills of Seven Star Observation are very good. I wonder how Zuo Xiaoyou can see it?”

Zuo Lingqiu had only seen Meng Jintang once from a distance, but why would an expert like him have to get close to make a judgment? He recalled for a moment and said, “It’s a little weird.”

Chang Jiu: “Weird?”

Zuo Lingqiu: “She is really sick, but looking at her steps, she is light and silent. It is obvious that her martial arts is not low. I can’t understand why Miss Meng is so sick and still seems to be fine.”

The apprentice in the room carefully served tea to the guest and said a few words of persuasion: “It sounds like a difficult and complicated disease. Teacher, why don’t you go over and take a look with your own eyes?”

Wan Wangde greeted the apprentice with his eyes and nodded slightly, as a way of thanking him for his intercession. He was about sixteen or seventeen years old, and his expression was very quiet and reserved. If it weren’t for the Adam’s apple on his neck, it would almost make people laugh. I thought it was a little girl in disguise.

The attraction of difficult and complicated diseases seemed unusually great to Chang Jiuhui. He started as soon as the old man said, so the apprentice quickly picked up the wooden box containing various equipment and followed him at a bumpy trot.

Chang Jiuzhui was tall and tall. Although his beard and hair were half white, he was more energetic than the average young man. He strode to Meng Jintang’s residence and then stopped suddenly in front of the courtyard gate.

Seeing this, Wan Wangde specially used his business sense to figure out what the miracle doctor meant, and said: “Before entering the door, let me first go and say hello to the girl inside, uh?”

Zuo Lingqiu was very pleased. Fortunately, this incompetent nephew used “say hello” instead of “tongzhi” when choosing words and sentences. Otherwise, no matter how interested Chang Jiuhui was in difficult and complicated diseases, he would still be in trouble. Turn around and leave.

Chang Jiu didn’t pay attention to what the young people next to him said. He was completely immersed in distinguishing the fragrance of the medicine, and whispered to himself: “Platycodon, licorice… wild ginseng, poria… why is there still a little bit of snake venom?”

——Although it was winter, it was at night, and there were some insects chirping in the surrounding grass, so Meng Jintang deliberately blocked all kinds of sounds from the outside world and could not hear Chang Jiuhui’s soliloquy. Otherwise, he could still reply, because after taking The frequency was too high, and she felt that her resistance to Qinglu Decoction had increased a bit. Of course, this might also be because the cold poison had become more serious, so she creatively added some other ingredients to the tea soup and planned to give it a try. Can you also enable the [Remove the bad and keep the good] function in life skills?

After making his preliminary judgment, Chang Jiu walked back in. The first thing he saw was the girl in green who was sitting on the chair and wrapped in a thick fur coat.

Zuo Lingqiu’s eyes also fell on Meng Jintang’s face.

When the girl in green clothes heard someone coming in, she turned slightly sideways as if she was tired. The moment she raised her head, the candlelight in the glazed lamp seemed to suddenly dim.

It was a face that was so pale that it had completely lost its color.

Frozen clouds hung over the fields, frost and dew fell quietly, and all the sounds of people, wind, snapping grass, and charcoal peeling seemed to have gradually solidified in this cold winter night.

Zuo Lingqiu looked at this female disciple of the Hanshan Sect head-on for the first time, and saw a strange sense of contradiction in her.

Judging from all the symptoms, the other party looked exactly like a sickly girl who could lean and never sit, sit and never stand, who depended on soup and medicine every day to die.

——Only the temperament is different.

In his eyes, apart from the seven points of silence, there was also three points of sharpness.

A sharp edge that can be unsheathed at any time.

Chang Jiuhui signaled Wan Wangde to take out the glass bottle and asked straight to the point: “Little girl, is this bottle of medicine made by your family?”

Meng Jintang smiled: “It is indeed the handiwork of my Hanshan Sect leader.”

Wan Wangde’s eyes lit up: “What is the name of the leader of your sect?”

Meng Jintang was reserved: “The leader’s surname is Meng.”

Wan Wangde said, “It turns out this medicine was made by the girl’s parents.”

Chang Jiuhui and Wan Wangde had the same idea and asked: “Your family has such good medical skills, I think I can make some judgments about your physical condition. If you don’t mind, I would like to take a look at it for you, so that we can confirm something.”

Meng Jintang was silent for a moment, then smiled: “But they are not parents.”

Wan Wangde was puzzled: “I remember that the girl’s surname was also Meng… Are you the adopted daughter or disciple of Head Meng?”

Meng Jintang raised his eyebrows slightly: “You can say that.”

Before Wan Wangde could react, Zuo Lingqiu was startled for a moment. When he looked at Meng Jintang again, there were already some changes in his eyes.

Meng Jintang smiled and said: “My mother is the head of Meng, from the previous generation, and I am also the head of Meng, from this generation.”

——One of the requirements in [Jian Zong Tian Xia] is to [be famous throughout the world]. She needs to gradually increase the prestige of the sect, and then slowly integrate the prestige of the sect into herself.

Wan Wangde couldn’t help but glance at Chen Shen. Meng Jintang guessed what he was thinking and said with a smile: “I sent people in order of entry. Although my junior brother is older than me, he entered the door after me.”

Zuo Lingqiu nodded in his heart. At Meng Jintang’s age, it was a bit exaggerated to be the head of a sect. But since the position of head of the Hanshan sect is passed down by blood, it is no wonder. Her mother may have cared for her daughter. , or because they don’t want to take care of secular affairs, they pass on the position of head early. Although it is not common, it is not uncommon.

Wan Wangde thought that this Miss Meng was too young, and the elders in the family should still be alive, but for some unknown reason, the position of head was passed down in advance.

Both Wan Wangde and Zuo Lingqiu, who had gained a lot of experience in the Wanbao Building, fell into the same misunderstanding at this moment. They found that Meng Jintang’s clothes were exquisite and she acted like a lady when traveling. The sect thought that there must be a lot of people coming to serve at home, so he positioned the other party as “the next generation successor of a certain hidden sect who is out training”, and with an older junior disciple like Chen Shen by his side, It also proves from the side that there are still disciples from the previous generation in the sect.

When Chen Shen was in daily contact with Meng Jintang, he more or less guessed that this senior sister had a very high status in the sect, so he was not surprised at the moment. He recalled that day when he wanted to take the senior sister as his disciple, and he couldn’t help but feel ashamed – -Since Meng Jintang is the current leader, her first disciple will naturally be the next generation leader’s disciple. Jianghu sects often default to the first disciple to succeed the leader. If he had known this, Chen Shen would not have dared to speak, otherwise Even if it is just a false name, it will inevitably cause a lot of trouble for the senior sister.

The combination of the ideas of Wan Wangde, Zuo Lingqiu and Chen Shen just met Meng Jintang’s intention. On the one hand, she considered that her current strength was limited, so she did not want outsiders to see the true number of people in the sect. On the other hand, she , although she was suffering from cold poison, she had always been confident that she would be able to win the battle and would not die early due to this. Naturally, she did not want to think about the next generation’s successor so quickly.

Chang Jiuhui waited for Wan Wangde and others to finish speaking, and then mentioned the matter of pulse diagnosis. Upon hearing this, Meng Jintang pulled up his sleeves and exposed his wrists.

Under the candlelight, her wrists showed a cold white color, more like a frosted jade statue than a living person.

Chang Jiuhui paused for a moment and then told his apprentice: “Go and get my hanging thread.”

Meng Jintang said warmly: “Old sir, don’t bother, I have a hanging thread on me.”

Chang Jiu looked at her: “Have you studied?”

Meng Jintang was reserved: “I know a little bit.”

People’s energy is limited. If you are good at martial arts, your medical skills should not be too high. If you are good at making medicine, you may not be good at diagnosing the pulse. Zuo Lingqiu and others did not mean to underestimate Meng Jintang. It is just that this girl is too young and does not seem to be a person with both medicine and martial arts. Master.

Their idea is correct but not comprehensive – although human energy is limited, the excitement of the game is unlimited. As a time traveler with a system, Meng Jintang has been running on the front line of gaining proficiency.

Chang Jiuhui took the hanging silk from Meng Jintang, and at a glance he knew that it was the finest silkworm black gold silk. The material was rare and difficult to make. Not only did it look beautiful, but the price was also beautiful. It became even stronger at the moment that the other party was “the eldest lady in a certain sect.” “impression.

——The other party carries healing tools with him, so he is naturally quite good at medical skills.

When Chang Jiuhui was deepening the correct impression of Meng Jintang’s good medical skills in his mind, he never considered the existence of special items such as “portable packages”. He flicked the hanging thread and wrapped it around Meng Jintang’s wrist at the precise point.

[System: Observe senior doctors treating diseases.

Note: Within one month, there will be special understanding of [Medical Skills]. ]

Meng Jintang caught a glimpse of the system prompt.

All life skills have seven levels: low-level, elementary, intermediate, advanced, master, grandmaster and grandmaster. For natives of the game, the senior doctor stuck in the middle can be called a miracle doctor.

Chang Jiuhui hung on the other end of the suspension wire and remained motionless, his expression and movements seemed to be frozen. It was not until a quarter of an hour later that he slowly said: “It’s not illness, it’s poisoning.” After a pause, he said again, “No. , it’s not poisoning, it’s illness, well, it should be some kind of special congenital frailty.”

Zuo Lingqiu was confused: “But according to this junior, it is more like cold poison.”

Chang Jiuchi had a bad temper, but he always maintained a truth-seeking and pragmatic attitude on professional issues. He did not blame Zuo Lingqiu for refuting him, saying: “I also feel like cold poison, but looking at Master Meng’s pulse, it should be because of the cold poison.” You are so young. But if you have been exposed to such severe cold poison since you were a child, how can you survive to adulthood?”

Meng Jintang reminded tactfully: “…I haven’t lived to adulthood yet.”

She is only fifteen years old in this body. The age of adulthood set in “Jianghu Qingyun Road” is eighteen years old, which is seamlessly in line with modern standards.

Chang Jiuhui coughed twice and changed his words in time: “But if you have been exposed to such severe cold poison since childhood, let alone adulthood, you may not even live to be ten years old.” He added, “And the weird thing is, the little girl , either you were suddenly poisoned recently, or you were poisoned earlier.”

Meng Jintang nodded, clasped his hands and praised: “The old gentleman is indeed a miracle doctor. What he said couldn’t be more correct.”

Chang Jiu: “…”

He said this mainly because the pulse of the girl in front of him was really weird. He didn’t think there was anything wrong with it at first. However, after being praised, Chang Jiu realized that what he said was like a barefoot doctor who relied on his words to deceive people – according to the time. In terms of perspective, apart from the recent and early stages, there is basically no third possibility, so he said a completely correct nonsense.

When it comes to medical professional issues, no one else can intervene. Chen Shen is not good enough for the time being. Only Zuo Lingqiu can discuss it with the two of them. He glanced at the residue in the tea cup and muttered: “Judging from the medicinal soup, The girl herself should treat it as poisoning.”

Meng Jintang nodded: “What the Taoist Master said is true.”

When Chang Jiuhui heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up: “Did you really make this antidote decoction yourself?”

Meng Jintang admitted and smiled: “It’s funny to try to do the same thing.”[End of this Chapter.]