Missy, She Always Doesn't Seek to Make Progress.

Mu Xi took Qin Liuxi into Ming Hui's Zen courtyard. It was in a mess. Ming Hui's personal servant, Wu Dong, opened the bag and scattered it all over the floor, but couldn't find the medicine.

"The medicine hasn't been found yet? Everyone is a waste! We know he has a heart disease, so he should carry the medicine with him. It's not enough for one person to carry it. Everyone has to carry one or two pills in case of emergency. It depends on you. I am afraid that not all of these servants have ulterior motives and have been instigated by others. I wish this brat would go to the West as soon as possible and then see the Ming family wiped out!" Mu Xi's venomous tongue started again, and she was completely furious.

This little temper is really unbearable.

Ming Hui's lack of natural endowment is something that Quan Sheng Kyoto knows about. He has a congenital heart disease, and he can live to be twelve years old. It is because of God's blessing. He eats incense ashes under the Buddha all the year round... No, eating incense and fire gas can only bring this blessing.

Coupled with the fact that the imperial doctor continued to support his Ping An pulse and adjusted the prescriptions all the time, he was able to survive for another round.

With a body like this, it can fall over in the wind and cannot be lifted. It is just as fragile as a glass doll. Shouldn't it be looked after more carefully?

With a physique like my own, which belongs to the Yin category, it was not until I had hung up all the amulets and peace charms made by eminent monks and masters that I was spared from being attacked by lonely ghosts, and I almost made my way to heaven just like this.

And with Ming Hui's weak constitution, everyone who is supposed to be serving him should carry medicine with him so that his illness can be alleviated by medicine, including himself.

But what about the reality?

If the medicine is found like this, these servants will not survive for an hour in Chengenhou Mansion!

Udon's expression changed greatly: "The medicine is gone."

Mu Xi was startled: "What do you mean the medicine is gone? Could it be that I was right? Someone was really incited to rebel?"

"I did it!"

Um?

This sound...

Everyone looked over and saw Minghui panting in pain, pressing her chest, and showing a perverted smile.

"What did you do? Did you hide the medicine?" Mu Xi's eyes widened.

"It's a waste of time."

Everyone: "?"

Damn it, this ancestor is seeking his own death!

Mu Xi sneered: "You should have told me if you wanted to die. Why bother? Just stab yourself. That's it. If you cut it across and pull it, the blood will flow into the basin. You will be dead!"

He gestured to his aorta and snorted sinisterly.

"I want you to take care of it!" Ming Hui glared at him.

"It seems that he can't die, little magic stick, let's go!" Mu Xi looked at Udon: "If he can't die, take him down the mountain as soon as possible, so as not to die in the temple and harm the monks in the temple."

Udon came back to his senses and wanted to accuse the young master, but he didn't dare. Tears flowed from his eyes.

It wasn't the first time he had done it, but he thought the medicine was too big and unpalatable.

Mu Shizi was right, they should each hide one pill close to their bodies in case they need it in case of emergencies, and also to prevent the little master from throwing away the medicine.

Minghui felt a sharp pain in her chest, and finally couldn't help but fainted.

It is quite now.

Mu Xi refused to leave, and pulled Qin Liuxi over: "Hurry and take a look."

Really hard-spoken and soft-hearted.

Udon stopped.

"If you want this little bastard to die, just stop him. Look at his face, which is green. This is the young master of Qingping Temple. He is so powerful. She saved Mrs. Lin." Mu Xi said fiercely: "Get out of my way and let her check her pulse!"

Mentioning the matter of Mrs. Lin, it was not that Wudong had never heard of it. After the old prince heard about it, he wanted to go to Prime Minister Lin to recommend her, just to see if the young master's heart disease could be cured. But at that time, Qin Liu Xi has already left, so we have to give up!

So it turns out that this young man is the powerful doctor who sees the dragon but never sees its end?

Mu Xi pulled Udong away and glared at the guard who wanted to draw his sword. Then she looked at Qin Liuxi respectfully and said, "Just take a look at it. If it can be cured, then treat it. If it can't be cured, that's fine." His life!"

Udon and the guard: "!"

Hui Quan also said a Buddhist salute at this time and said: "Amitabha, I'm sorry to trouble you little benefactor."

Qin Liuxi saw that Ming Hui's face was dull, his nails were black, and his brows were furrowed. He felt for his pulse first, and found that his heart was beating too fast and he was out of breath. Puncture the Shenmen and Neiguan points.

Udon's heart almost jumped out of his chest and he wanted to stop it, but Mu Xi covered his mouth and warned in a low voice: "Shut up."

Hui Quan said softly: "Donor, don't worry. This little benefactor is a rare master of medicine in the Taoist sect. He can be regarded as the best among Taoist doctors. Don't worry, this is what the host said."

Udon and the others were shocked, it was actually Master Jingci who presided over the comment?

Qin Liuxi twisted the needle and inserted it. After a few breaths, he felt Minghui's pulse. His heartbeat was not as fast as before.

Deficiency of qi, blood, yin and yang due to insufficient innate endowment, weak body, loss of heart support, and insufficient blood supply to the heart will lead to shortness of breath, angina, and heart palpitations. This young man also has congenital heart disease, which is really troublesome.

The heart and the blood supply system are also closely related. If the heart is not in good health, the blood will be difficult to nourish. If the blood supply is not supplied, the heart will be in bad condition, creating an endless cycle.

"Did you eat fried food before?" Qin Liuxi looked at Udon.

Udon was startled and replied honestly: "At the foot of the mountain, there was a vendor selling fried shrimp cakes with meat in them. It smelled very fragrant. The young prince was so upset that he bought one and only took two bites."

"With a body like his, it is not suitable to eat fried and spicy food, because frying and burning will accumulate heat and turn into fire, producing phlegm and damaging the spleen. Once the phlegm fire disturbs the heart, it will cause heart palpitations when frightened or emotional. ." Qin Liuxi looked at him and said, "The imperial physician and doctor who diagnosed his disease should have warned him."

Udon showed a wry smile: "I mentioned it before, everyone knows it, but the young prince..."

"Well, he has a stubborn streak. I've seen it and it's hard for you." Qin Liuxi twisted the needle a little deeper. Ming Hui, who was in a coma, felt pain and frowned again.

Udon looked carefully and glanced at Qin Liuxi. Was this person trying to teach the young prince a lesson with a therapeutic needle?

He had never seen a needle that was inserted deeper and then twisted a little deeper. The needle clearly penetrated a little deeper.

"Did he say that his hands and feet were numb?"

Udon was stunned, shook his head and said, "Young prince didn't say that this is also related to heart disease?"

"The paralysis becomes stiff over time, blocking the circulation of the heart and qi and blood, which will also cause palpitations. He also ate fried food, which increased the phlegm and fire. If the paralysis occurs again, this acute heart disease will occur."

"Can that be cured?"

"Acute heart disease is actually very dangerous. Once it occurs, if there is no medicine and no one, he will be this old." Qin Liuxi said: "Now that I have given the injection, his heartbeat has slowed down and he can breathe. That's good. I'll prescribe a prescription, you go and endure it, and then I'll give him an acupuncture to make the yin and yang energy and blood circulate harmoniously, and then there will be no serious problem."

"Excuse me..."

"Call Young Master!" Mu Xi glared at him.

He can only be called the little magic stick.