Empress, please lay down your armor, for I will save the world with a single sword!

Seeing the situation before him, Wu Liang knew what was going on.

He pulled out the chair opposite him and sat down, casually asking, "What's wrong, young lady?"

Shangguan Na smiled, a smile that carried a hint of testing in it. She tilted her head and said, "That depends on your ability."

Wu Liang raised an eyebrow, extended two fingers, and placed them on Shangguan Na's wrist.

The moment my fingertips touched it, the touch was warm, smooth, and silky, making my skin look incredibly good.

Wu Liang subconsciously praised her in his heart: This girl is really well-maintained, with fair skin and delicate bones. Only that little vixen Jiang Qingluan can compare to her.

But his face showed no sign of surprise, displaying the dignified appearance of an old monk in deep meditation, undisturbed by anything else.

Lower your eyelids slightly, concentrate and calm your mind, and carefully feel the pulse beating through your fingertips.

After a moment, Wu Liang released his grip, looked up at Shangguan Na, and said, "Stick out your tongue and let me see its coating."

Upon hearing this, Shangguan Na immediately frowned, her face showing obvious displeasure.

Why should a young woman like her stick out her tongue in front of strangers?

To her, this request sounded somewhat disrespectful and offensive.

Upon seeing his master frown, Batel immediately jumped out again, "Insolence! You..."

"Shut the fuck up!"

Before he could finish speaking, Wu Liang shouted angrily, which stunned Batel.

Then, he turned to Shangguan Na and said, "Miss Shangguan, isn't this guy under you incredibly unruly? When he came to invite me, he acted like he was giving orders, and even threatened to chop me into eight pieces and feed me to the dogs!"

"I initially thought he was just a bully who relied on his master's power outside, but I never expected him to act so arrogantly and disrespectfully in front of his master!"

"Can't you see I'm treating you? Stop making such a racket!"

This barrage of veiled insults turned Battulga's face instantly pale.

With a thud, he knelt on one knee, cold sweat pouring down his face: "Your subordinate deserves to die!"

Shangguan Na's face turned cold. Without even glancing at him, she said indifferently, "Get out."

Batel felt as if he had been granted a pardon and scrambled out of the private room.

The noisy flies were driven away.

Wu Liang then explained unhurriedly, "Please don't be offended, Miss Shangguan. Tongue diagnosis is a crucial part of observation in traditional Chinese medicine."

"The tongue is the sprout of the heart and the external manifestation of the spleen. The state of the qi and blood of the internal organs, as well as the depth and nature of the pathogenic factors, are often most directly and clearly reflected on the tongue. Relying solely on the pulse can sometimes be biased."

He paused.

Seeing that Shangguan Na's brows were still slightly furrowed, he added, "Moreover... I have already glimpsed some clues about your hidden ailment through the pulse I just took."

"The reason I insist on tongue diagnosis is not to offend anyone, but simply to be more cautious and ensure that nothing goes wrong."

"After all, doctors have the heart of parents, and they must prescribe the right medicine for the right illness, without any carelessness."

After listening, Shangguan Na lowered her head and pondered for a moment.

Then, she turned her head and looked at the old man who had been standing beside her like a wooden statue, and said softly, "Master Ghost, you should go out too."

The old man nodded slowly.

As he turned to leave, he suddenly stopped, his murky eyes fixed on Wu Liang, a sinister smirk creeping onto his lips.

"Young man, I am known in the martial world as the 'Devil's Bane.' You'd better think twice before you act, or... I'll make you regret ever being born!"

After saying that, the old ghost turned and left, closing the door behind him.

"call--"

As soon as the door closed,

Wu Liang's tense body suddenly relaxed, and he secretly let out a long breath.

In fact, from the moment Wu Liang entered the door and saw the old man, he felt a sudden chill.

The feeling was like being targeted by some ferocious beast, a constant unease that made even the hairs on your back stand on end.

This was the first time someone had ever brought him such a strong sense of oppression. This withered old man called Ghost Sorrow... was definitely an extremely terrifying master!

He should be higher than Jiang Qingluan, Pei Hongye, Chen Qingdi, and others!

Could he be a Grandmaster of the First Rank?

Thinking of this,

Wu Liang's gaze towards Shangguan Na immediately changed. Just who was this woman? How could she have a legendary grandmaster as her follower?

hiss--

Wu Liang couldn't help but swallow.

"Hey!! Haven't you looked enough?" Shangguan Na's eyebrows furrowed in annoyance; this lecherous man was still staring.

That shout finally brought Wu Liang back to his senses.

He blinked rapidly, his facial muscles switching back to a serious expression with lightning speed. "Ahem, please stick out your tongue, young lady."

Upon hearing this, Shangguan Na's two beautiful eyebrows immediately furrowed into a tight knot.

As a woman of noble birth, even the slightest offense would be a capital offense. Now, how dare she open her mouth and stick out her tongue so brazenly in front of this lecherous doctor?

This is outrageous!

That's absolutely indecent!

She instinctively wanted to get angry, but as soon as the words were on the tip of her tongue, the scene she had witnessed in the Jishi Hall flashed through her mind.

Wu Liang performed acupuncture on Yan Hai with such speed, stability, and precision that even the veteran doctor Ma Erqing, who had been practicing medicine for decades, was stunned and repeatedly marveled at it.

And who is Yan Hai?

The chief steward of the Prince of Beiyong's mansion, Pei Xiao's confidant, is a figure whose every stomp in Beiyong City shakes the ground.

Given his status and position, if he were to fall ill, what kind of renowned doctors wouldn't he be able to summon?

The imperial physicians could probably find a way to get one to take a look.

But Yan Hai had to let Wu Liang prick him with needles.

After the acupuncture was completed, how excited was that old guy?

His headache stopped immediately, and his joy was palpable. He even said things like, "My chronic illness of many years is under control," and "My mind has never felt so relaxed."

What does this tell us?

This shows that the guy in front of me, who looks a bit roguish, speaks in a rude manner, and has an untrustworthy look in his eyes... actually has some skills!

Moreover, this skill is probably quite remarkable; at the very least, it cured a stubborn ailment that even the royal physicians couldn't cure.

As Shangguan Na thought of this, her heart felt as if it had been clenched by something.

She recalled the excruciating pain and the urge to bang her head against the wall that she had experienced during her previous seizures…

I was drenched in cold sweat, my vision blurred, and it felt as if an invisible hand was gripping and twisting my internal organs.

Many nights, she would curl up in her brocade quilt in pain, biting her handkerchief and silently weeping, feeling that living was a form of torture.

I've seen countless doctors, drunk countless bitter medicines, and tried countless prescriptions...

The results were always unsatisfactory, sometimes good and sometimes bad.

If... if this Wu Liang could really cure himself like he cured Yan Hai...

Shangguan Na's eyes struggled for a moment, then she bit her lower lip, leaving a faint mark on her rosy lips with her pearly teeth.

My mind is in turmoil, a tangled mess of emotions.

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