The master originally wanted to say something to comfort the little novice.
However, my body was too depleted.
When he opens his mouth, he coughs violently, almost coughing out all his internal organs!
The little novice monk was so frightened that he quickly stopped talking and helped the old master sit up straight: "Stop talking, I'm going to stew some rock sugar pear."
With that said, the little novice walked out.
Open the door.
The little novice monk bumped into the tear-stained face of the meat-and-wine monk.
The little novice monk frowned in disgust: "You still know how to come back?"
"It's better not to go in, lest I make you angry again."
After saying this, the little novice went straight downstairs.
The meat-and-wine monk's lips moved and he couldn't say a word.
After a while.
The coughing in the room gradually stopped.
I only heard the old master's old voice: "Liar, come in."
The wine-meat monk then wiped the tears on his face, walked in slowly, and squatted beside the bed.
The master's palm rested on the head of the meat-and-wine monk.
Staring at the six ring scars, looking again and again!
"Master, I invited Mr. Ye back."
"Mr. Ye has superb medical skills, and there will definitely be a chance of recovery!"
The meat-and-wine monk raised his head and said almost crazily.
"Ahem...this is a backlash, not a disease."
"Don't embarrass Donor Ye."
The old master coughed twice.
The fair-weather monk's eyes were filled with tears and he shook his head: "No, there must be a way."
"Master, master, I really know I was wrong."
The old master was speechless and could only pat the back of the meat-and-wine monk's hand to signal him not to worry.
"Master, Bingtang Xueli is here." The little novice's voice sounded at the door.
He brought up a bowl of rock-sugar snow pears, wrapped in a piece of cloth to insulate it from the heat.
"Come and have a quick bite." The little novice pushed the wine-meat monk away, sat next to him and raised his spoon.
Just feed it to the master.
The master drank two mouthfuls of soup and ate a few mouthfuls of pears, which made him feel better.
"Master, how is it?" the little novice monk asked with concern.
The old master nodded: "Thank you for your trouble."
"It's just a bowl of rock sugar and snow pear, so why bother."
"If I can cure your disease, I can scrape your bones and dig out your flesh."
The little novice blurted out.
The old master couldn't help but smile, waved his hand and said: "As a monk, the most important thing is that the six roots are pure."
"Don't utter arrogant words!"
The little novice monk became anxious: "Everything I said is true, why don't I dig it up and show it to you now?"
While talking, the little novice monk grabbed a fruit knife and seemed to really want to perform a live performance of scraping bones and digging out flesh.
Fortunately, the fair-weather monk stopped him.
The fair-weather monk grabbed the fruit knife and said to the young novice: "Are you putting on a show here?"
"If you want the best for the master, then quickly persuade the master to let Mr. Ye treat him!"
The little novice monk originally wanted to quarrel with the meat-and-wine monk.
But thinking of the old master's body, the young novice swallowed his breath.
He just glared at the fair-weather monk, and then said to the old master: "Master, you may be an idiot for lying, but what you said is correct."
"No matter how hopeful there is for treatment, at least let Mr. Ye take a look first. Maybe there will be a solution?"
The fair-weather monk nodded sharply and echoed from the side: "Yes, even if you are going to die, you must die clearly."
This is an unpleasant thing to say.
The little novice monk glared at the fair-weather monk, and continued to persuade: "We have passed so many difficult levels, there is no reason to fall into this."
"Let Mr. Ye take a look. Even if it can't be cured, it's better to prepare early."
Of course, the master knows his own body best.
In fact, I didn't agree with letting Ye Ao come to see it at all.
However, the young novice monk and the meat-and-winner monk were both rubbing their hands at each other.
Seeing the young and old looking full of hope, the master couldn't let them down.
He could only nod his head.
However, the old master’s ugly words came first.
"If it cannot be cured, you are not allowed to embarrass Mr. Ye."
The little novice monk's eyes lit up and he nodded vigorously: "I know. Besides, it's too late for us to respect Mr. Ye. How can we embarrass him?"
The fair-weather monk also said: "I am no match for Mr. Ye."
Now that it’s all said and done.
The fair-weather monk hurried downstairs to invite Ye Ao up.
In fact, Ye Ao has been listening to the goings on upstairs.
After seeing the old master just now, Ye Ao thought about the feasibility of treatment by observing his words and expressions.
The old master's appearance was not just caused by backlash.
Mainly because of aging and aging of body functions.
In addition, I have endured so many years of hardship.
Now that there is a backlash, it will naturally be particularly serious!
Although it looked normal on the outside, Ye Ao knew that at this point, the lamp was almost exhausted.
If it is a broken candle, the two halves can be brought together by fusing at the interface.
But how can we save the candle that has burned out?
Just when Ye Ao was deep in thought.
The fair-weather monk has come down.
"Mr. Ye, master, he agreed to take a look!" the fair-weather monk said happily.
Ye Ao stood up, frowned and said, "How is the old master's condition now?"
"The condition is not very bad, Mr. Ye, I think it can be cured." The fair-weather monk said a little naively.
Ye Ao shook his head.
"I advise you not to get your hopes up. I just saw the old master's side and I don't think it can be cured."
As soon as these words came out, the fair-weather monk became a little anxious.
"Mr. Ye, you don't even have a pulse, how can you say depressing words?"
"Besides, you have treated more difficult diseases, why do you back down on such a small issue?"
Small problem?
Ye Ao looked at the fair-weather monk with black lines on his head: "That's all, I'll go upstairs and check your pulse first."
With that said, Ye Ao took the lead and walked in front.
The meat-and-wine monk breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly followed Ye Ao.
Pi Bian Pi jumped upstairs.
After the conversation just now, the old master felt a little sleepy.
When Ye Ao entered the room, the master was already half asleep and half awake.
The little novice monk pulled out the master's arm, and Ye Ao put his fingertips on the master's pulse and began to feel it.
One second.
Thirty seconds.
One minute.
…
Time passes gradually.
Ye Ao remained motionless as he felt his pulse.
Nearly ten minutes later.
Ye Aocai frowned and said, "Are you mentally prepared?"
In an instant, the hearts of the little novice monk and the meat-and-winner monk sank!
The two looked at each other, neither of them dared to speak.
Ye Ao stood up and said, "Let's get ready early."
"This is not a disease, I can't cure it."
Saying that, Ye Ao turned around and left.
The little novice monk was anxious and hurriedly stopped in front of Ye Ao.
He begged bitterly: "Mr. Ye, look again, please look again!"