Chapter 1303: Please, Divine Doctor, Take My Pulse!

  Qin Luo originally thought the patient was in this small building, but the actual situation was completely different.

  The girl in black led the way, Qiao Mu walked in the middle, and Qin Luo followed behind. The three took a special elevator downstairs, then passed through a grove of trees, skirted several artificial hills, and followed a mountain stream to finally arrive at the gate of another villa built right next to a small creek.

  The grass is deep and fragrant, wisteria twines around.

  The courtyard is very small, with a completely ancient Chinese architectural style. The vermilion lacquer gate, high wall and red tile roof look very unique. In this mountainous and waterside place, the appearance of such a farmhouse gives people a bright and comfortable feeling.

  At the entrance, there was an old man lying on a bamboo chair sunbathing, covering half of his face with a yellowed book, seemingly fast asleep. The guest's footsteps couldn't even wake him up.

  The girl in black turned around and looked at Qin Luo, saying: "Don't talk nonsense."

  "I am a doctor." Qin Luo said: "Not letting the doctor speak, what did you bring me here for?"

  "Don't let you speak and you're not allowed to speak. Believe it or not, I'll kill you?" The woman didn't expect Qin Luo to retort, and said somewhat angrily.

  "Suit yourself." Qin Luo shrugged indifferently. He was afraid that if they continued to quarrel, this woman would take out her knife and start slashing wildly again.

  What kind of woman is this? Such a bad temper. Let's see how she'll get married in the future.

  The girl in black was satisfied, pushed open the wooden door with some peeling paint, and carefully walked inside.

  As soon as I walked into the yard, a hoarse and angry voice suddenly came from beside my ear: "Get out. I told you not to bring doctors here. Why don't you listen?"

  The girl in black turned her head and glared at Qin Luo again. As Qin Luo racked his brains to guess the meaning of her gaze, Li had already quickly walked into the house.

  Soon, a voice came from inside the house: "Father, I just brought in a traditional Chinese doctor to give you a massage."

  "Massage? What's the point of massage for them?" The old man's voice was full of anger. "Let him go away. I don't want to see anyone."

  "Uncle, you don't want to see me either?" Li said with a tinge of grievance.

  Hearing the conversation coming from inside the house, Qin Luo almost fell to the ground on his butt.

  Is this the savage woman who speaks violently and is quick to pull out a knife?

  Originally, every woman has another side.

  Qin Luo suddenly thought, if Lin Xuanxi also coquettishly teased him like this once, what would it feel like?

  Or rather, Wen Ren Mu Yue grasped her own arm and shook it, coming on so strong this time.

  Just thinking about it makes Qin Luo's bones go soft.

  "Wait a bit before going in and speaking carefully. The Dragon King's temper is not very good." Qiao Mu whispered to Qin Luo's ear.

  Dragon King? What Dragon King?

  Qin Luo's mind suddenly conjured up the East Sea Dragon King from "Journey to the West", who rode the clouds and fog in the sky, with a long dragon beard. With just one mouthful of spray, a heavy rain would pour down on the ground.

  The rainwater we rely on for survival is actually the dragon king's saliva.

  "You know I have a bad temper and yet you dare to disobey my orders. Qiao Mu, do you also want to defy me?" The old voice came out again.

  Qiao Mu's voice was so soft that he was almost whispering in Qin Luo's ear, and it was unknown how the old man had heard him.

  Qiao Mu's face turned pale and he fell to his knees with a thud. Not a word of explanation escaped his lips.

  Looking at the scene in front of him, Qin Luo was at a loss whether to leave or stay. He felt a sense of helplessness.

  "Uncle, why don't you let him come in and try? His massage skills are very good. If you feel uncomfortable, I won't let him come again. Is that okay?" The black-clothed girl was still working on the stubborn old man's mind inside.

  "It's no use. Let him go." The old man said. "Lí, I know you and Qiaomu are up to something outside. Don't think that just because my legs can't move and my hands can't lift, I don't know what you're doing. Disperse the people. My own situation is clear - there's no cure. Let's not waste national resources."

  "Uncle, we know we can't hide it from you. But your many sons and grandsons are all worried about you, and even Old Master Zhou called to instruct us that no matter what the cost, we must cure your illness. If you don't get treated, how can we face them?" Li said.

  "Hand over? Hand over what? The decisions I made, who do I need to hand them over to?" The old man said angrily. But Qin Luo could hear that his voice had softened a lot.

  "Uncle, please don't make things difficult for us. Let the doctor come in and take a look at you. If the doctor says there's no way to cure it, we won't bring anyone else over either. It's also good to give others an explanation. Is that okay?" The voice was full of expectation as he spoke.

  The old man was apparently deep in thought after a long silence.

  After a long while, he let out a deep sigh and said: "I really don't want to see anyone in this state. Alas! Never mind, let him come in and take a look. Just this once, not again."

  "Alright. Thank you, Uncle. I'll let him in right away." Li said happily and quickly ran out.

  "Come with me. Don't talk nonsense. Say you can cure your adoptive father's illness." Li whispered in Qin Luo's ear.

  "I won't lie." Qin Luo said with a shake of his head.

  Whoosh!

  Before he knew it, the dagger that was originally hidden at his waist had already been taken by Li.

  She pressed the dagger against Qin Luo's neck and said, "You must go."

  "Alright, I'll try my best. It shouldn't be too hard to learn anyway." Qin Luo hastily showed weakness.

  He's just tough-talking. But others are actually tough. Moreover, he saw that the woman had a small, exquisite silver handgun holstered at her waist----

  Of course, the size of the gun doesn't matter. The problem is that the bullets shot out can all kill people.

  Whoosh!

  The dagger flashed in her hand, leaving a trail of sparks, and then miraculously inserted itself into the leather scabbard at her waist. The speed was simply unbelievable.

  "What are you looking at? Come with me." The woman in black pulled Qin Luo and walked into the inner room.

  Qin Luo finally saw the Dragon King. An old man lying on a bamboo chair.

  The dragon king's body is extremely large, even lying down gives people a strong sense of oppression. The bamboo chair was specially made, big like a bed. This can accommodate the dragon king's huge body.

  His facial features were extremely rough, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, thick lips and a fat nose, and he had a dense beard, his silver hair scattered on the back of the chair, looking like it hadn't been combed for many years.

  His hands and feet were immobile, only his head could move. When his gaze was fixed on Qin Luo, Qin Luo almost fell to the ground like a wooden stake outside.

  It wasn't that he wanted to kneel, but rather a strong sense of pressure came rushing towards him. It was as if the mountains and rivers were before him, making his knees tremble and on the verge of collapse.

  Qin Luo finally understood why he felt that everything here was ordinary, yet gave off an indescribable sense of majesty.

  Because they have such a master. It is such a master who gives them strong dignity and life.

  What kind of person is this old man? Why are they called Dragon King?

  Fortunately, Qin Luo's internal "Daoist Twelve Brocade" inner breath circulated in time and resolved the pressure, which made him avoid losing face in public.

  "Huh?" The old man's eyes suddenly lit up. "The Twelve Brocades of the Taoist Family? Youngster, what kind of person are you to know this mysterious verse?"

  Xuanji Zi? Who is that?

  Qin Luo was initially unresponsive, feeling that the name was quite unfamiliar. Until he realized that the mysterious child was his newly recognized master, and he had a more tragic Taoist name called Kongji Zi, Qin Luo was really shocked in his heart.

  Even a fierce man like Lian Longwang knows his name, it seems that his own master is not an ordinary Jianghu practitioner. He should be a genuine Daoist with several brushes, and he needs to ask carefully later.

  "Xuanji is my master." Qin Luo replied truthfully.

  "Hmm. The disciple of the number one Taoist in the world should not be ordinary. You are good at practicing Taoism, can you still treat illnesses and save people?" The Dragon King looked at Qin Luo and asked.

  "I don't cultivate Taoism. I just cure diseases and save people." Qin Luo said.

  It seems they have mixed up their profession.

  I am a doctor first and then a Taoist. Being a doctor is my main profession, being a Taoist is just a part-time hobby.

  "Alright. For the sake of our many years of friendship, I'll give you a chance. Come and take my pulse." The Dragon King said.

  Qin Luo stood still on the spot, just smiling and staring at the Dragon King.

  "Let you come and take the pulse, didn't you hear?" Li glared at Qin Luo.

  "In fact, you don't have to give me a chance just because of my master's face." Qin Luo said, looking at the Dragon King.

  "Firstly, I am a doctor. You are a patient. I can choose whether or not to save you. But you cannot choose whether or not to be treated."

  "Secondly, my medical skills are self-taught and have nothing to do with my master."

  "Thirdly, for patients who can be cured, I will do my best. For those who cannot be saved, I can only say sorry. I have never treated anyone's illness for the sake of saving face."

  "Are you showing off your pride?" Li said with a gloomy face.

  This guy actually dares to discuss ridiculous face issues in front of the Dragon King, he really doesn't know how to live.

  "I am maintaining the dignity of being a doctor. I am saving people, I am saving lives. I am the one who gives, not the one who receives." Qin Luo said stubbornly.

  Qin Luo is easy-going in other aspects. However, when it comes to medical skills, his pride and stubbornness make people feel unacceptable.

  With a fierce glint in his eye, he drew his sword and charged at Qin Luo.

  Qin Luo had been taken advantage of by women many times before and knew that they were not to be trusted easily, so he had long been on his guard against this woman's sudden attack.

  When he felt her gaze was off, Qin Luo automatically took a step back.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, a silver light flashed by where he had just stood. That was the mark left by Lidi's knife.

  Never thought Qin Luo could anticipate his move, the killing blow he was so sure of had missed its mark. The look of astonishment on his face flashed and disappeared, and once again he charged forward with his knife.

  "Stop. Hold your hand." The Dragon King finally spoke up.

  His figure suddenly froze. He glared fiercely at Qin Luo for a moment before sheathing his sword and returning to his original position.

  "Not bad. Rare to see a young man with such an arrogant attitude." The Dragon King said, "Much stronger than those guys who can't even stand in front of me. Just like I was back then."

  "This old man's language skills are really high. On the surface, it sounds like he is praising others, but in fact, he is actually complimenting himself."

  "Foolishness, then focus. I believe you are a good doctor. I apologize for my previous words." Long Wang's bright and piercing eyes stared at Qin Luo as he said, "Please, divine doctor, take my pulse."

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