Fatong hurriedly stepped forward to support him: "Prince, what's wrong with you?"

There were beads of sweat dripping from Gu Changyuan's forehead.

He looked pale and whispered, "For some reason, he suddenly felt unable to support him."

"Come on, the prince comes and sit."

Fatong hurriedly helped him sit in the shade under the tree, handed him over herbal tea and a towel, and then took his hand and took his pulse.

Gu Changyuan didn't say anything, so he let him take the pulse.

This Dharma is extremely smart and even has the ability to remember everything you have. In your spare time, you will also read some other books.

He has learned about military books, mathematics, and medical books, and is proficient in everything.

After a while, Fatong withdrew his hand and frowned slightly: "I didn't expect that the prince's body was so bad! Strange, it was so strange."

Gu Changyuan calmed down a little, and smiled after hearing this: "How strange?"

"Last time I took the prince's pulse, and the prince's body recovered well. I haven't seen him in just a few days. Why..." Fatong paused, as if he was considering the words, "The prince's physical condition cannot be said to be bad, it should be extremely poor. Although the prince still looks young and handsome, he has already suffered extremely deficit inside, as if..."

He seemed to have no idea how to describe this situation, and he was struggling for a long time before saying, "It seems like he has grown dozens of years old all of a sudden."

Gu Changyuan's heart was slightly trembling, but his face was calm: "Can you diagnose the reason?"

Fatong's expression was entangled: "I can't figure it out yet. I have to go back and check my medical skills and ask my master for advice. But, Prince, you have to tell me first what happened to you? You know your own body best."

Gu Changyuan naturally knew it, but he couldn't say it out.

If Fatong knew that he had become like this, it would have a direct relationship with him in his previous life. I wonder how he would feel.

Facing Fatong's questioning, he could only shake his head: "I don't know, maybe I'm sick."

"What disease does this happen?" Fatong frowned and murmured, "No, I have to go back and check medical books now!"

He stood up and was anxious to leave.

After walking two steps, he stopped again: "Prince, before I find out the reason, don't practice martial arts or work hard. Your current situation... forget it, I'll check it first."

He left in a hurry.

The sun shone on his head, reflecting light.

Like a true Bodhisattva.

Gu Changyuan thought he would have to check for at least a few days, but he didn't expect that he would come again the next day.

This time he not only came by himself, but also brought his own teacher.

I am almost eighty years old, but I am in good spirits and have a strong wind.

The first time he saw Gu Changyuan, his face changed slightly.

"Don't move, sit, don't move!"

He speeded up and stepped forward to hold Gu Changyuan, as if he was afraid that he would fall down suddenly.

Gu Changyuan smiled and said, "Old Master, I can't even stand up."

"Prince, let me take your pulse first."

The old national master looked solemn, stretched out his two fingers to call Gu Changyuan's veins.

Gu Changyuan looked at Fatong and found that he was also tense and was facing a great enemy. He smiled and said, "Fattong, your expression will make me think that I am about to die."

"Don't say such things, your lord."

After all, Fatong is a monk.

Seeing that their master and apprentice were unwilling to laugh, Gu Changyuan had to keep silent and wait patiently for the old master to take the pulse.

The old national teacher called him carefully for a long time.

After a long time, Gu Changyuan was already a little impatient. The old master finally slowly withdrew his hand, but he still frowned his two white eyebrows and remained silent.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!