Yang Ming also smiled slightly, closed his eyes and rested.

…

When Yang Heng returned to the small mountain village, it was already midnight. Behind him, followed a woman who was pure and beautiful, with a thin veil covering her face. All she could see was the flash of her eyes.

Seeing Yang Ming lying on the bed, there was a look of surprise in his eyes.

"Fairy Gusu, this is my master. Please help me and see if you can heal him."

"As entrusted by others, I will do my best to treat him as a loyal person." Gusu Qingjue slowly raised her head and walked gently to Yang Ming's bedside. She first took a closer look at Yang Ming's bedside.

Then he took out a thin gold thread, wrapped it around Yang Ming's hand, and started to diagnose.

Yang Heng stood aside, quietly waiting for the result. Unexpectedly, he had to wait for half an hour for the result.

"Fairy Gusu, how is my master's condition?" Yang Heng saw Gusu Qingjue slowly retracting the golden thread and hurriedly stepped forward and asked.

Gusu Qingjue also looked confused, and she didn't know how to answer Yang Heng. It was really because of Yang Ming's symptoms that she had never heard of or encountered.

Judging from the pulse condition she diagnosed, Yang Ming was no different at all, and he was still in his prime and should be the most active. However, she saw with her own eyes Yang Ming's wrinkled skin, snow-white hair, aging figure, and expression.

A dull look.

This is obviously a posture that only a dying person can have, but it appears in a "mature man" like Yang Ming with a healthy pulse. It is really puzzling.

"Fairy Gusu? Is my master's situation too difficult?" Seeing that she didn't respond for a long time, Yang Heng asked again.

Gusu Qingjue suddenly came back to his senses and said: "Young Master Yang, please forgive me, I was distracted just now. The situation of respected master is really rare in this world, and I can't draw a conclusion for a while."

She thought for a while and then suddenly said: "If it is convenient for Young Master Yang, please give me a little more time. I will observe it carefully for a while before making a decision."

"If this is the case, then please ask Fairy Gusu to take more care." Yang Heng said with his hand.

Gusu Qingjue smiled and said, "It must be my poor medical skills that made Yang Shaoxia laugh."

Gu Suqing had not received a diagnosis, and it was too late now, so Yang Heng could only send her to the wing in the backyard of the shop to rest.

After both of them left, Yang Ming gradually opened his eyes.

"The female medical fairy is Gusu Qingjue. She is indeed good-looking and proficient in medical skills. However, she is still far from being able to diagnose my physical condition."

The next morning, Gusu Jue, accompanied by Yang Heng, came to Yang Ming's room again to help him diagnose his pulse and treat him. However, no matter whether he used gold needles to check acupoints or other elixirs, they had no effect on Yang Ming.

The medicine and stones were useless, so Gusu Qingjue had no choice but to give up these treatment methods. Yang Heng sent her back to the side room and continued to practice his forging skills under Yang Ming's guidance.

Unexpectedly, Gusu Qingjue would live in this small mountain village from then on.

She took Yang Ming's pulse every day to confirm the diagnosis, and recorded Yang Ming's daily physical changes. It must be said that Gu Su Qingye was indeed a good and famous doctor, but it was a pity that she met Yang Ming.

Even though Gu Suqing tried every means, she could not alleviate Yang Ming's illness at all. This was indeed a very big blow to her.
Chapter completed!