738 Explanation
738 explanation
Zhao Lirong hurriedly stepped forward and took Zhao Zhide's arm and said.
"Hello, Uncle Zhao!" Yang Xu greeted with a smile.
Zhao Zhide put down his tea cup and looked at Yang Xu carefully. A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes and he asked calmly: "Are you a doctor?"
"I'm not really a doctor. I know a little bit about it." Yang Xu said modestly. His medical skills were much better than those of ordinary doctors, but he was too lazy to explain.
"Well, let's get started." Zhao Zhide pondered for a moment, then stood up from the sofa and said.
207 "Let me feel your pulse first." Yang Xu stretched out his hand to hold Zhao Zhide's wrist, closed his eyes and carefully felt his blood circulation, while his spiritual consciousness penetrated into his brain to check the injury.
After a moment, Yang Xu withdrew his hand and revealed a sneer at the corner of his mouth.
There were three silver needles in Zhao Zhide's head, and the tips of these three silver needles were stained with black drugs.
These black drugs are the toxins of the poisonous insects.
"Uncle Zhao, what symptoms have you had recently?" Yang Xu asked.
"There is always something in my head. Every time I wake up, my head (ahch) hurts unbearably." Zhao Zhide said.
"You'd better change to acupuncture. You've been poisoned." Yang Xu shook his head and said.
Gus are divided into Yin-Yang Gu, Five-Poison Gu and Seven-Star Gu. Each of these three types of Gu has its own merits, but Seven-Star Gu is the most powerful, Yin-Yang Gu is at the bottom, and Five-Poison Gu is far behind.
What Zhao Zhide got was the Five Poison Gu. This poison is a strange poison in Nanyang witchcraft. It is made from five kinds of snake poison. It is extremely poisonous and can be fatal if it is contaminated with even a tiny bit.
What is even more bizarre is that even gods cannot cure people who have been poisoned by this poison. They can only slowly remove the toxins from their bodies.
"What? Am I poisoned?" Zhao Zhide's eyes widened in shock.
Although he has never studied medicine, he knows a little bit about poisons, and he was actually poisoned by poisons.
"Yang Xu, my dad is really poisoned? Are you sure?" Zhao Lirong said anxiously.
"Well, that's right. There is still a black energy in your father's head that is hindering your father's spirit. If it is not removed in time, I'm afraid his life will be short." Yang Xu said solemnly
After hearing Yang Xu's diagnosis, Zhao Zhide immediately changed his color and asked quickly: "Little brother, how long do you think I have left to live?"
Yang Xu sighed and said softly: "I can only guarantee that you will live for one year."
"What? Only one year?" Zhao Zhide's cloudy old eyes instantly became much darker.
Tears welled up in Zhao Lirong's beautiful eyes, and she choked with sobs: "Dad..."
"Alas!" Zhao Zhide sighed and said, "Lirong, take this little brother to the room first and ask him to write down the prescription. I will prepare the materials right away."
"Yang Xu, come with me." Zhao Lirong wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and led Yang Xu towards her bedroom.
After entering the room, Zhao Lirong pointed to a blanket on the bed and said, "Yang Xu, please take off this sheet."
Yang Xu nodded, walked to the blanket, and tore it off casually. There was a "crash" sound, and the blanket was torn off by Yang Xu.
"You..." Zhao Lirong was dumbfounded. She didn't expect Yang Xu to tear up the blanket.
"Lirong, what do you want to do?" Yang Xu looked at Zhao Lirong inexplicably and asked. .
