"this"
Lu Yuanlong was a little hesitant, as if he wanted to see with his own eyes how Ye Qingyun treated him.
Ling Xuzi said, "National Master, if I stay here, I might be able to help you."
Ye Qingyun glanced at him.
"You can stay if you want, but don't scare me if I do anything later."
Everyone nodded in unison.
At the same time, I became curious.
What on earth does this Imperial Master want to do?
Ye Qingyun touched his storage bag and took out a syringe.
This was what the system rewarded Ye Qingyun when he completed a training session in the system.
At that time, Ye Qingyun was still confused as to why he should reward himself with a syringe.
Now Ye Qingyun understands.
There are times when this thing really comes in handy.
Naturally, everyone present did not know the syringe, and they all looked at the thing in Ye Qingyun's hand with puzzled faces.
"What is this?"
On everyone's mind
Very confused.
Lu Yuanlong couldn't help but look at the miracle doctor Ling Xuzi.
Ling Xuzi shook his head, saying that he didn't know either.
Lu Yuanlong was even more surprised.
As a famous miracle doctor in the Tang Dynasty, Ling Xuzi had something that even he didn't know about.
Ye Qingyun took the syringe and then lifted the quilt from Lu Zhaoqing.
Pricked Lu Zhaoqing's arm.
"ah?"
Miao Ruolan suddenly screamed.
Lu Yuanlong quickly glared at her, and the latter quickly covered her mouth, but there was still worry in her eyes.
Lu Yuanlong was actually murmuring in his heart.
What on earth is this Imperial Master doing?
Why did you take such a big needle and stick it into my son's arm?
Ye Qingyun didn't care how confused these people were.
A tube of blood was drawn directly from Lu Zhaoqing's body.
Pull out the needle.
Looking at the tube full of blood, Ye Qingyun couldn't help but frown.
He saw a layer of light yellow stuff floating on Lu Zhaoqing's blood.
very thick!
It takes up almost half of the syringe.
Just by looking at this, you can tell that Lu Zhaoqing has high blood lipids.
And it's already quite serious.
He lifted the quilt again and looked at Lu Zhaoqing's legs.
really!
There were some small wounds, but they never healed.
"Do you know how old these injuries are?"
Ye Qingyun asked immediately.
Lu Yuanlong looked at Miao Ruolan.
Miao Ruolan shook her head, "I don't know, it seems like it's been a long time."
"National Master, I have seen it before. These injuries on Young Master Lu's feet are just superficial wounds, but they are still difficult to heal on their own, even after using many medicines."
Ling Xuzi also said something.
Ye Qingyun snorted coldly.
"Of course there is no way to heal the foot disease caused by diabetes."
Chapter completed!