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

About an incense stick later.

Wu Liang walked out of the Jishi Hall carrying several bags of medicinal herbs.

The medicine is basically complete, including red ginseng, dragon's blood, purple ganoderma, life-extending vine, dragon's saliva wood chips, and several other auxiliary medicines for warming and replenishing vital energy.

Although the young apprentices at Jishi Hall are not very skilled, the medicinal herbs they use are indeed of good quality, befitting a shop run by a royal physician.

As soon as I stepped outside, I heard the withered old man still cursing by the pillar.

"Beiyong City is known as a formidable border city, yet it doesn't even have a single person who can read its pulse."

"Mediocre, vulgar, blind as a bat."

"The Jishi Hall? Ha, I'd rather they were just short-lived than serve as gatekeepers for this old man."

Wu Liang paused in his steps.

That's a bit much.

It's one thing for you to criticize Jishi Hall, but why did you also include all the doctors in Beiyong City in your criticism?

Doesn't that mean I'm being insulted too?

Wu Liang turned around and walked over with a smile.

"Old hag, have you had enough of cursing?"

The withered old man lifted his eyelids and glanced at him.

"Are you a doctor too?"

"What, it doesn't look like it?"

Wu Liang raised his chin.

The withered old man glanced at him from head to toe.

"His eyes were unfocused, his steps were light, and the scent of medicine on his body was mixed with the fragrance of a woman's perfume."

He gave a cold laugh.

"Doesn't look like a doctor."

"He seems more like a quack doctor who uses the guise of practicing medicine to swindle money and seduce women."

Wu Liang's smile froze for a moment.

The passersby immediately burst into laughter again.

"Hahaha! This old man has a sharp tongue!"

"I must say, this young doctor really doesn't look like a respectable person. What doctor is this handsome? He looks more like a rich young master!"

"I think so too, I've never seen such a handsome doctor before..."

Wu Liang cursed inwardly.

Old man, you've got a pretty sharp eye.

And these onlookers are blind! Who says handsome guys can't be doctors? Damn it, they're clearly just jealous of my unparalleled good looks!

He squatted down with a forced smile.

"You do seem like a master."

"He was so tall that he was thrown out by two medicine boys, yet he still lingered at the door pretending to be a deity."

"Didn't you say that if you were cured, your wish would be fulfilled?"

"Then grant yourself one wish first and pay for your medicine."

The withered old man said calmly, "Just because I am now a tiger fallen into the plains does not mean that I was not a tiger before."

Wu Liang scoffed, "Tiger? I don't think you're even a sick cat now."

The withered old man ignored him, but his gaze suddenly fell on the medicine packet in Wu Liang's hand.

His nostrils twitched slightly.

"Red ginseng to invigorate the vital energy, dragon's blood to promote blood circulation, purple ganoderma to nourish qi, life-prolonging vine to protect the heart, and ambergris shavings to solidify the soul..."

Wu Liang's eyes flickered slightly.

The gaunt old man continued, "If you add a few more warming and blood-activating auxiliary herbs, you can refine a life-sustaining elixir."

He looked up at Wu Liang.

"So you really are a doctor?"

Wu Liang was genuinely surprised.

This old man just smelled it and guessed pretty much everything about the medicine he bought.

Hey! You've got some skills.

Wu Liang squinted. "Your nose is quite sensitive."

"Unfortunately, just because you can smell the medicine doesn't mean you can afford the consultation fee."

The withered old man said, "I have no money right now."

Wu Liang laughed. "Then why are you still bragging about having a fortune?"

The gaunt old man spoke calmly.

Just because it's not there now doesn't mean it won't be in the future.

"As long as I live, the world owes me so much that it could bury you alive."

Another chorus of boos erupted from those around them.

"Here we go again!"

"That old madman just keeps bragging!"

Wu Liang did not laugh along.

Looking at the old man's nonchalant demeanor, his curiosity only intensified.

Just then.

The withered old man's chest suddenly heaved violently.

He turned his head and coughed.

A mouthful of blood fell onto the bluestone slab.

The blood wasn't bright red.

Instead, it is black with gold accents.

The moment the blood droplet hit the ground, it felt like a spark falling into cold water.

Nourishes—

A wisp of very faint white smoke rose from the bluestone slab.

There was also a burnt smell.

The onlookers erupted in anger and quickly backed away.

"A monster!"

"Why is this blood still smoking?"

"This is an evil disease! It must be an evil disease!"

The two apprentice doctors turned pale and quickly waved them away, shouting, "Stay away! Stay away! Don't get any bad luck on us!"

Wu Liang did not back down.

He stared at the small pool of dark gold blood on the ground, his eyes gradually brightening.

interesting.

really interesting.

This blood contains poison, fire, and an indescribable sharpness.

An ordinary patient would never vomit this kind of blood.

He squatted down again and reached out his hand.

"hand."

The gaunt old man looked at him. "You want to take my pulse?"

Wu Liang said, "Otherwise what? You can read my bones and tell my fortune?"

The withered old man said coldly, "You're not worthy?"

Wu Liang stood up and left, saying, "I'm not worthy. Goodbye."

The withered old man remained silent for a moment.

Then, that withered hand, as thin as a bird's claw, slowly reached out.

"See?"

If you don't understand, then get lost.

"Don't block my sunbathing."

Wu Liang sneered, "Don't worry, I won't charge you if you don't understand."

After saying that, he placed three fingers on the old man's pulse point.

next moment.

The smile on Wu Liang's face gradually disappeared.

This pulse...

His brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

Within the old man's body, there was an extremely thin and sharp sword aura.

The sword energy was not like an inanimate object; instead, it was elusive and indistinct, severing meridians with each movement.

There was also a lingering force of thunder and fire.

His heart, lungs, and dantian were all charred black as if struck by lightning, with residual lightning energy occasionally exploding and causing his qi and blood to surge wildly.

The most bizarre one is the third one.

Deathly aura.

It was cold and viscous, like black water, slowly corroding the veins.

These three forces were intertwined within the old man's body.

They clashed and tore each other apart.

Deep within the old man's dantian, there was still a wisp of almost extinguished black flame, clinging to his last breath.

Wu Liang became increasingly alarmed as he explored further.

He slowly released his grip and stared at the withered old man for a long while.

The gaunt old man glanced at him sideways.

"What, you don't understand?!"

Wu Liang took a deep breath and said with emotion, "You survived such serious injuries and you're still alive..."

"Old man, you're really lucky to be alive."

"No, even 'life' is not enough to describe it."

"It's like the King of Hell kicked you back because he thought your mouth was too foul."

A strange light finally flashed in the eyes of the withered old man.

He stared at Wu Liang, his cloudy, deep eyes flickering uncertainly. "You understand now?"

Wu Liang withdrew his hand, patted his sleeves, and said calmly, "I understand a little bit now."

"Only a little?"

The gaunt old man sneered, his tone full of disdain, "Then it seems I overestimated you."

Wu Liang raised an eyebrow.

That old bastard, he really has a sharp tongue.

The withered old man continued, "Those useless people inside can't understand it, and you only understand a little bit of it too."

"The doctors in Beiyong City are all cut from the same cloth."

Wu Liang became an instant sensation.

"You old fool, are you trying to provoke me?"

"With your injuries, let alone in Beiyong City, there are very few people in the entire world who could keep you alive. Don't you have any self-awareness?"

"Sword energy severing veins, lightning and fire backlashing, death energy corroding bones, plus the nearly extinguished vital energy within your own body."

"Four forces are mixed together in a pot of porridge."

"With your shabby body, saying you were picked up from the gates of the King of Hell is an understatement."

"I'm not treating you because saving you would be too much trouble, not because I can't treat you."

The words had barely left his mouth.

Wu Liang regretted it.

Hey!

I spoke too quickly.

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