Although the old man in black heart was very rude to the third young master of Yaowang Pavilion, Yaowang Pavilion still quickly provided everything Zheng Ming needed for treatment.

The girl in yellow sitting on the stool gently stretched out her arm.

The arm is very thin, with a hint of unhealthy paleness. The girl in yellow has a firm meaning, and she is ready to let Zheng Ming diagnose the pulse.

To be honest, although Zheng Ming's heart is filled with the contents of the residual chapter of the Medicine King, this is the first time he has been curing his illness.

At this time, countless people looked at Zheng Ming with their eyes. Most of them were full of doubts about Zheng Ming's medical skills.

After all, Zheng Ming is too young, and medical skills cannot be learned in a slump. With the degree of care for his daughter by the black-hearted old man, he has found many national doctors to diagnose his daughter.

Although Zheng Ming could tell what disease the black-hearted old man's daughter had suffered, he would definitely not be able to cure it.

Maybe Zheng Ming, even if he just ran into a dead mouse, he couldn't tell what he was covered up for a while.

"Don't worry, the third young master. I've seen this lady some time ago. Her condition is too complicated. Not to mention that Zheng Ming doesn't really understand medical skills. Even if he has good medical skills, there will be no way." A most famous miracle doctor in the Luling Mansion of Yaowang Pavilion said with disdain in his words.

The third young master also calmed down at this moment. Now he could not stop Zheng Ming from treating the daughter of the black-hearted old man, but most of the worries in his heart were gone.

As the subordinate said, the disease of the black-hearted old man's daughter is really difficult to treat. There is nothing they can do with the Medicine King Pavilion. What can Zheng Ming, a junior, do you have?

What Zheng Ming said is just to delay time.

Zheng Ming was not at all mentally politely at this time, and his heart was completely filled with the outstretched arm.

It’s not that Mr. Zheng has never seen a woman before. It’s really that he doesn’t know what to do at this moment.

Under Zheng Ming's gaze, a trace of red clouds flew on her face. She felt that her whole body was intoxicated under Zheng Ming's gaze.

Zheng Ming, who felt that the girl's eyes were wrong, quickly calmed down for a moment, and then a thought arose in his heart.

I can't cure my illness, but don't I have Zhang Zhongjing's hero card at hand? I'm much better than myself when I use Zhang Zhongjing's hero card to diagnose and treat the disease.

"Zheng Ming, why are you staring at the girl's hands? Have you ever seen a woman?" A hoarse voice suddenly rang among the crowd.

Although many people think Zheng Ming's actions are a bit strange, there is a black-hearted old man staring at him, and no one dares to talk nonsense.

But as soon as this thick voice came out, many people suddenly laughed.

They thought about it for a moment, and Zheng Ming's hesitation just now was really that kind of thing. The old man with black heart swept around with cold eyes, but then he frowned.

Because he didn't find the person who spoke.

This really shouldn't be for the old man who is black-hearted. Although his attention is all on his daughter, according to his cultivation, the flying flowers and leaves around him should not be hidden from his eyes and ears.

Not to mention such a loud voice.

But at this moment, he could not get angry, because now, his mind is on how to save his daughter and how can he have time to pay attention to the people who speak.

The old man with black heart did not notice it, and Zheng Ming did not notice it either. His spiritual power was still above the old man with black heart.

After all, his Taoist heart-sized demon can cover every move around him, but he was a little embarrassed just now, and all he was thinking about was how to diagnose and treat it.

Zheng Ming coughed gently and instantly activated the hero card of Zhang Zhongjing in his heart. As the card of Zhongjing dissipated in his heart, Zheng Ming felt countless things appear in his mind.

Unfortunately, he could only spend twenty minutes on these things.

But curing a disease was enough. Looking at the girl in yellow, her arm that was not right to take it back, and not to take it back, Zheng Ming glanced at the old man in black and heart and said, "Go and ask them to get some silk thread!"

Although the old man black-hearted didn't know what Zheng Ming asked him to take silk thread, at this time, Zheng Ming's words were like imperial edicts for him, so he did not hesitate and looked directly at the third young master.

There is really no silk thread in Yaowang Pavilion, but there is no need to hurry. The silk and satin shop near Yaowang Pavilion quickly sent a lot of silk threads.

Zheng Ming picked up a thin thread casually and shook his fingers. The thin thread was like a spirit snake, wrapped around the arm of the woman in yellow.

"Hang Si Shou Pulse, How is this... This is possible?" The doctor of the Medicine King Pavilion who just said that Zheng Ming was just pretending. When he saw Zheng Ming showing this move, he immediately said in surprise.

The words "Hang Si" are not unfamiliar to the people in Yaowang Pavilion, but those who watch the fun are not clear.

Although they wanted to find out what the difference was in the pulse diagnosis of this hanging silk, they all put their curiosity in their stomachs when they looked like they wanted to eat people.

The third young master looked at Zheng Ming holding the thin silk in his hand, and his mind, who had just stabilized, became uneasy at this moment.

Could it be that Zheng Ming is really a rare miracle doctor in the world.

The weak pulse made Zheng Ming frown. After pondering for a moment, he said to the old man Heixin: "Was it less than term when the precious daughter was born? Well, it should have been one and a half months earlier, right?"

Although he was asking, Zheng Ming's words finally brought an unquestionable smell.

A trace of ecstasy flashed in the eyes of the black-hearted old man. He rubbed his hands and said, "Young Master, you are right. When the little girl was born, she happened to be poisoned by her mother. In desperation, she let the little girl be born early."

"Please take care of yourself, my son."

Zheng Ming ignored the old man with a black heart. His thoughts were all on this pulse. After listening for about a minute, Zheng Ming snorted coldly and said, "I'm so confused, so confused!"

"Your daughter's poison should have been brought out from her mother's body. Although it is very stubborn, it is a little weaker and is not so easy to attack."

"But you are fine. You feel that your daughter is weak, so you actually found a lot of tiger and wolf medicines for nourishment. Hehe, the poison of the seven flowers and nine insects is a hot thing. With your great tonic medicine, it can nourish your daughter's body is getting weaker and weaker, but the poison on your body is getting stronger and stronger."

"You, you are so confused!"

Zheng Ming's words were already sarcastic, but this was heard by the old man who was black-hearted, which made the old man's eyes more joyful.

The Master Zhang, who is his friend, only treated the woman in yellow when she was ten years old.

The conclusion he came to was exactly the same as what Zheng Ming said. Master Zhang told the old man that if the woman in yellow had just been born, he would still be sure to treat him.

However, with the medicines that the black-hearted old man gave his daughter tonic, the poison of the seven-flowered insects became stronger and stronger, and it was too late to treat it.

This can be said to be a pain in the heart of the old man who is unscrupulous. The old man who is unscrupulous feels that he is particularly sorry for his daughter in this matter.

Now that he was criticized by Zheng Ming like this, he not only did not get angry, but instead respectfully bowed to Zheng Ming and said: "Young Master Zheng is right. I was so confused at that time, so I did such a fool."

"I would like to ask Mr. Zheng to be kind and give my daughter a clear path."

Zheng Ming waved his hand and took back the silk thread. After pondering for a moment, he said, "You have someone bring me a silver needle."

Several doctors from the Medicine King Pavilion who were standing aside quickly brought a handful of golden needles. Although they had only a slight understanding of Zheng Ming's words, they felt a little from the reaction of the black-hearted old man, that was, Zheng Ming was not talking nonsense.

And for those of them, it is also an honor for them to see a miracle doctor of this level.

Zheng Ming picked up a silver needle, pondered for a moment, and said to the girl in yellow: "Please be patient, I want to take a drop of blood from the girl."

While speaking, Zheng Ming did not wait for the woman in yellow to answer, and the silver needle in his hand was directly stuck to the woman's eyebrows.

The old man in black heart yelled, and there was no time to stop him. He watched the golden needle sink into his daughter's eyebrows, and for a moment his heart was filled with panic.

After all, the eyebrows are vital. Not to mention his daughter's illness, even if he was sent to the eyebrows with a golden needle, it would be dangerous for life.

However, when he saw that his daughter was not in any strange shape, he calmed down his heart.

In half a quarter of an hour, Zheng Ming took the golden needle back from the eyebrows of the woman in yellow. When the silver needle was retrieved, the spirit of the girl in yellow was much more excited than before.

At this moment, there was a lot of redness on the pale cheeks. Just like Qiu Shui's eyes, they had to become more and more spiritual first.

But at this time, most people looked at the woman's eyebrows, a drop of blood and a drop of purple blood.

The blood is all red, and purple blood generally does not appear on people. Now, Zheng Ming actually took out a drop of purple blood from the eyebrows of the woman in yellow, how could it not be surprising?

Even the old man was shocked at this moment. He lived with his daughter for a long time. Although his daughter was under his careful care, she was not injured and left blood.

My daughter's blood was obviously red, but this time, how could Zheng Ming take out a drop of purple blood from the middle of his eyebrows?

What's going on with this purple blood?
Chapter completed!