Fighter of the Destiny

Chen Changsheng knew that the instructors of the Thirteenth Division of Qingyao and Xu Yourong had come to Wenshui and personally treated the eldest brother, but he still decided to take a look in person.

Just like what he said to the old house manager just now, he has absolute confidence in medical skills.

Even if everyone concluded that the elder was not poisoned but suffered from an incurable disease, he would still have to see it with his own eyes before he would believe it.

He looked at the sleepy middle-aged man, trying to find some traces of Tang Sanshiliu between his eyebrows, but found it a little difficult.

Maybe it's because he's too thin, or maybe it's because his face is golden.

He sat on the edge of the bed and began to take a pulse. Half a quarter of an hour later, he took out a golden needle and inserted it into the other person's meridians, and began to conduct more detailed observations.

This time it took a longer time, until the middle of winter, his fingers were still holding the tail of the golden needle, vibrating with a very rhythmic feel.

The door is closed tightly, isolating all the scenes inside, and no one knows what is happening inside.

Nan Ke stood in front of the door, expressionless and motionless.

Whether it was the brocade stool brought by Mrs. Tang herself or the precious tea offered by the maid with both hands, she didn't even look at it, let alone speak.

At the beginning, when they saw His Majesty the Pope entering the uncle's room, the people in the elder's room couldn't help but look happy. They thought that His Majesty the Pope could refine the cinnabar pills from the living dead, so his medical skills must be extremely high. Even if the Holy Light Technique couldn't save the old man, just feeding him a cinnabar pill would do the trick. However, as time passed, people gradually became anxious. Some brave maids wanted to take a sneak peek, but were frightened by Nan Ke's eyes and backed away.

I don't know how long it took, but the closed door finally opened, and Chen Changsheng walked out.

Mrs. Tang greeted her. She had been very calm before, but now she could no longer suppress her emotions. Her face was full of nervousness and some hope.

Seeing Mrs. Tang's expression, Chen Changsheng took back what he wanted to say.

After such a long period of golden needle exploration, he already had a very comprehensive understanding of Uncle Tang's physical condition, but the more he learned, the more strange he felt. There are indeed no toxins left in the Tang family's body, and there are no symptoms of poisoning. It's just that the meridians are gradually withering, and the vitality is constantly disappearing.

The problem is that he can't find the cause, so there is no way to cure it. Moreover, there is something very strange. Deep in the main orifice of Tang's liver meridian, he vaguely senses some cold breath, but that breath It is very weak and cannot be traced back to its origin. It may be an old illness many years ago, or it may be...

"Has Mr. Tang ever had a waist injury before?" he asked Mrs. Tang.

Mrs. Tang recalled it seriously, shook her head and said, "I was injured a lot, but I never hurt my waist."

Chen Changsheng suddenly noticed a confused look on Nan Ke's face and asked, "What's wrong?"

Nanke looked at him and said, "I seem to smell something."

Is this really what Chen Changsheng was thinking? He turned around and took her into the room and said, "Smell carefully."

Nanke kept sniffing the air like a puppy, moving his feet closer and closer to the bed.

Finally, she stopped beside the bed, looked at Chen Changsheng and nodded.

Chen Changsheng understood what she meant.

Mrs. Tang was very smart. Although she didn't understand the specific meaning of Nan Ke, she understood. Her face suddenly turned white and her body swayed slightly.

Chen Changsheng looked at her and shook his head.

Mrs. Tang's face showed a perseverance, she stabilized her mind and body.

At this time, there were suddenly some howling sounds coming from outside the second door. There were men and women, old and young.

"Open your eyes, uncle, you are finally saved!"

"His Majesty the Pope is so kind and kind that I, Hu San, am willing to work for you!"

"Uncle, wake up quickly!"

Listening to these voices, the faces of the maids in the inner house showed shameless looks, and the mothers in charge were extremely angry. If they hadn't thought of His Majesty the Pope being here, they would have cursed and said in a hateful voice: " These shameless people don’t really care about me, they are just afraid that he will be saved by His Majesty and deal with them!”

Chen Changsheng grew up in a Taoist temple. He had never seen such sinister things in the old mansion of aristocratic families, and he couldn't help but be slightly startled.

"Tang'er has been chanting scriptures and praying for his father in the ancestral hall for the past six months, and I was in a hurry to treat the uncle. I inevitably neglected my discipline and disturbed His Majesty. It is really disrespectful."

Mrs. Tang said apologetically and asked him to take a rest in the study room next door.

The study was very quiet, and the heartless cries coming from the distance could not be heard.

Apart from Mrs. Tang and him, only Nan Ke came in.

With no outsiders present, Mrs. Tang finally showed her true emotions. Her eyes were slightly red and she said: "Thank you to His Majesty the Pope for your kindness, and please save your life. The Tang family's property can be given to the second wife. I just want to see you." If she can survive, Tang'er can be released."

Chen Changsheng said: "Don't worry, everything is done with the safety of the uncle and Tang Tang as the top priority."

Mrs. Tang looked at him to confirm that he was telling the truth, and then she really felt relieved and said, "I may need to borrow His Majesty's sea power today."

Chen Changsheng understood what she meant and said, "There's no harm in using it, madam."

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When he returned to the Taoist Hall, it was almost dusk, the setting sun was shining on Wenshui River, and Chen Changsheng came to the waterside again.

The lawn in the back garden has been restored like new, and there are no traces of the assassination last night.

Archbishop Eucalyptus Lin, Guan Feibai and others followed him closely, never wanting the situation like last night to happen again.

Not long after, the King of Linghai came back and brought the latest news.

In the name of confronting His Majesty the Pope, Mrs. Tang directly beat three second-class stewards and more than ten servants to death, and drove away seven or eight women.

During the execution, the King of Linghai stood nearby and said nothing, so no one dared to speak.

The look on the face of the steward of the Tang family's old house was extremely ugly, and he finally remained silent.

After hearing what happened in the Tang family's room, Guan Feibai felt very depressed.

Like Gou Hanshi and most other Lishan Sword Sect disciples, he was born in a poor family, and had some natural resistance to all the disciples of the aristocratic families except the senior brother. Therefore, when he saw Tang Sanliu at the Ivy Banquet in Kyoto I don't like his style.

He did not expect that a poor family would suffer from a poor family, and a wealthy family would also suffer from an aristocratic family. Moreover, it was relatively darker, and relatives would be more ruthless and ruthless. Just imagine if the Tang family's uncle really died of illness and Tang Sanliu was imprisoned in the ancestral hall, how difficult would Mrs. Tang's life as a widowed mother be in the future?

"We have to find a way to get that guy out quickly." He looked at Chen Changsheng and said.

Chen Changsheng thought more.

In addition to rescuing Tang Sanliu from the ancestral hall, the illness of the Tang family uncle has also been revealed.

However, to resolve these two matters, it still depends on the attitude of the Tang family.

He said to Bishop Wenshui: "Let's make arrangements. I will see Mr. Tang tomorrow."