By the way, Jiang Hexi not only used Yunnan Baiyao to stop the bleeding, but also lit his bloodline to seal the painful nerves nearby. Basically, there was no strange feeling.
It took about a week to finish Jiang Yongming's courage to touch his butt for the first time. He felt that the previous hemorrhoids had disappeared, and he could do whatever he wanted as before.
He ran to the Tu Doctor beside him for a check-up. The Tu Doctor happily said to Jiang Yongming: "Congratulations to the Chief Jiang, this miracle finally happened, and it happened to you. It's a joyful congratulation!"
Jiang Yongming looked at the local doctor awkwardly and asked tremblingly: "I don't know that the doctor thinks my life..."
The local doctor quickly looked at Jiang Yongming with a smile on his face and said, "The Jiang clan leader is blessed and has a great life. It's not that I flatter you. If you didn't encounter any unexpected situation, there would be no problem living until the age of ninety."
Jiang Yongming looked at this local doctor and seemed to have said to him politely that he would eat whatever he wanted and prepare for his funeral a few months ago.
As a result, seeing that his health has improved, he has changed his caliber again.
It seems that the doctors are all big pig's hooves.
He ran to Jiang Hexi's palace and said to Hexi happily: "Hexi, the imperial physician you introduced is really a top-notch player. If it weren't for him, I'm afraid I'd be in the coffin now."
Jiang Hexi looked at Jiang Yongming with interest and asked, "Oh? You have checked it? The doctor said that your hemorrhoids are fine?"
Jiang Yongming nodded happily and said to Jiang Hexi: "Of course, the doctor just said that this is a miracle. At least I will not die of this sore."
Jiang Hexi looked at Jiang Yongming's happy look. In the past, he had treated many critically ill patients in the hospital. After those patients came out of the gates of hell, they all knew the preciousness of life and the truth that gods and horses are all floating clouds.
The whole person became very cheerful.
She looked at Jiang Yongming happily and said, "Class leader, since you are all ready, don't be frowning. Look at your frowning, not only will it not eliminate your troubles, but it may also bring you new things.
What about sorrow."
Jiang Yongming said helplessly: "No, it's impossible. Do you think I was so worried on purpose? You forgot that I had said before, "Is it a hexagram now? No matter what I do, it won't go smoothly."
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Jiang Hexi looked at Jiang Yongming's decadent look, shook his head, and said, "Class leader, you can't do this. You must have confidence in yourself. You are always so sad about spring and autumn all day long. How can you recover from the illness?
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Jiang Yongming shook his head and looked at Jiang Hexi and said, "No, since it is God's will, it cannot be changed. Although my illness has been cured, my life is still the same. No, I want to change my life."
Jiang Hexi saw Jiang Yongming's anxious look and hurriedly followed him to a fortune telling stall near the next door.
The old fortune-telling man took out three copper coins and asked Jiang Yongming to throw them. After throwing them six times, he wrote down six things on the notebook.
Then, the old man opened the book, which had three words written on it: "Sanyang Kaitai."
Jiang Yongming couldn't believe his eyes and asked, "Sir, what kind of quarrel is this? Is it auspicious or bad?"
The fortune teller touched his beard and looked at Jiang Yongming happily and said, "Congratulations, sir."
Jiang Yongming looked at the fortune teller with some disapproval and said, "I don't know where the sir is happy? I am an unlucky old man, and I was terminally ill before."
The fortune teller looked at the sacred words on the hanging, shook his head decisively, and said, "It's impossible. We haven't had a problem with this sacred for hundreds of years. I guess you made a mistake."
When Jiang Yongming heard the fortune teller say this, he immediately slapped the table and looked at the fortune teller and said, "I see you, the charlatan, and you will know how to distort the facts and turn black and white. Then I will talk nonsense. I will dismantle your sign."
The fortune teller looked at Jiang Yongming tremblingly, then shook his head and said to him: "Sir, you said your fate is not good. Did you calculate it somewhere else before and then the hexagram is not good?"
Lu Yongmin just looked at the fortune teller and said, "Of course, I just said, how could a month change your fate? Either you calculated the wrong thing, or you didn't know what to do..."
The fortune teller smiled slightly, put out the character in this book, and said to Jiang Yongming: "Sir, have you seen this? Did you calculate this last time?"
Jiang Yongming is a rough man and never believes in these things that tell fortunes and figures.
But he knew very well that last time there were three sheep and three sounds. So he nodded and said, "It seems like this is the one who is hanging."
The fortune teller clapped his hands and said to Jiang Yongming: "That's right. Have you seen the things written on it?"
Jiang Yongming shook his head, "I don't know, I don't know anything."
The fortune teller pointed to his Fu Gua and said to Jiang Yongming: "This is what people often say is that the best thing is coming. Because you calculated the Fu Gua last time, you were still sick at that time, so everything went wrong."
Jiang Yongming nodded, looked at the fortune teller, and asked suspiciously: "What about later?"
"Later you met a master, and then the master treated you. After your illness was cured, you began to worry that your fate had not changed yet, so you wanted to tell fortunes and take a look."
Jiang Yongming nodded, looked at the fortune teller and asked, "Then, what else do you have to say?"
The fortune teller shrugged and looked at Jiang Yongming and said, "I have nothing to say. No, of course it is bad, but if you survived it, you think everything is better than the worst time."
.That is what is called "The Great Death" is coming."
Jiang Yongming nodded, looked at the fortune teller and said, "If you say that, I can accept it. But why did fate become so coincidental and so quickly?"
The fortune teller answers many questions on weekdays, but when he sees such a question today, he feels completely different. If he can solve such a problem, he may have the qualifications to be a god, so how can he use to set up a stall here to tell fortunes?
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He lowered his head helplessly, looked at the sky, and said, "This is the arrangement of heaven, and we have no way to know. We can only reveal a little information from these hexagrams to you, hoping it will be helpful to you.
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"It's great help, it's great help!" Jiang Yongming nodded and handed him a big piece of silver. "Thank you, you can take this hard work!"