His real name is Chen Yun, and he has four brothers. Each of his names corresponds to "Martial Arts Prosperity", and his body is deeded to the young master.
Ling Yutong's cool tone made his heart tremble. He lowered his head, and sure enough, his hand that was covering his heart dropped at some point.
With a thump in his heart, he saw his brother Chen Wu winking at him, so he lowered his head and shouted "Ouch".
"It hurts!"
There is a lot of momentum, but little real emotion, and the drama is too fake.
Ling Yutong thought so, a sneer curled up on her lips.
If the other party dares to pretend to be sick, she will treat him.
She didn't know whether others could see clearly, but this man looked thin, and pretending like this made him look really weak, as if he was in great pain.
Chen Armed looked worried and asked anxiously: "Ah Yun, how are you!"
Chen Yun was lying on the table in pain, as if he couldn't bear the load.
Chen Wu made a remorseful expression, and his words meant something.
"We were originally just doctors, but our family was really in a state of decline. We had lost all our savings for multiple medical treatments. Now it seems that this free miracle doctor... we can't say whether it is true or not. Just this attitude..."
The crowd was whispering.
Shopkeeper Liu's eyes quietly turned cold.
Now, if he couldn't see that he was looking for trouble, he wouldn't be a qualified storyteller who has been in Kyoto for many years.
Just as he was about to speak, he heard the curtain behind him being gently moved.
A pair of jade-white hands slowly stretched out, with a quiet female voice.
"I said, if you want to see a doctor, you must abide by my rules."
"Don't talk about whether there is something or not. Now, reach out your hand."
"Taking a pulse."
Chen Yun yelled for a while, since the other party was talking to them, they didn't want to yell too much.
The good show will start when this so-called miracle doctor can't cure the disease.
A moment of silence.
The next moment, Ling Yutong smiled softly: "This guest officer is indeed ill."
Chen Yun raised his eyebrows, and a hidden smile flashed across his lips.
You can't even tell that he's just pretending. He's really just a mediocre person wearing the guise of a miracle doctor.
He exchanged glances with Chen Wu, who asked anxiously: "What kind of disease is it, sir, is there any cure for it?"
Ling Yutong's eyes flashed, and his voice was as usual: "Brain disease."
ah?
Chen Wu and Chen Yun were stunned.
Did they just hear it wrong? What kind of brain disease?
The answer given by the miracle doctor made many people prick up their ears.
Don't care if this is a real miracle doctor. If it is a real miracle doctor, they will make money. If it is a fake miracle doctor, they will just have fun.
"What's the cure for this disease?" Chen Wu asked.
Ling Yutong chuckled and replied: "No need to treat it."
"Eat more walnuts to replenish your brain, and you won't be able to do this stupid thing of pretending to be sick."
There were gasps from the crowd.
The faces of the four brothers all turned dark in an instant.
Co-author, this person is playing them!
Chen Wu was so angry that he immediately stood up and overturned the table. Chen Yun also wanted to pull his hand back violently, but he didn't expect that the other party's strength was so strong that he couldn't get away!
Shopkeeper Liu's eyelids twitched. He had always been wary of the two of them quarreling. Now when he saw that the two of them were about to explode, he would stand aside as soon as the soles of his feet were oiled.
"What's the rush?"
"Although you are not sick according to your pulse, you are suspected of pretending to be sick, but because you are the first person to visit Xingyue Pavilion, I will give you a chance."
"Ask you again."
"Does your heart really hurt?"
The falling voice has a little hook in the tail, like a person in a high position who doesn't care about the nonsense of lowly ants.
Chen Wu gritted his teeth. If they recognized him now, they would be sacrificing their own face and ruining the reputation of the Xingyue Pavilion's miracle doctor.
Definitely not!
They knew for sure today that they were sick and could not be cured!
Chen Yun said "Ouch" and frowned deeply, looking like he was in great pain.
"It hurts so much! Mr. Miracle Doctor, if you can't see, just say so. Why bother to hurt us first and then accuse me of not being sick!"
"Has all my suffering all these years been in vain?"
"Common people, please comment, we four brothers are living in poverty and have already been crushed by life. We will definitely not joke with anyone about our own health."
When no one was paying attention, Chen Wu gave Chen Yun a hard squeeze on his thigh.
Suddenly, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
The pain becomes more real.
Ling Yutong was happy to watch them perform. When their accents were almost the same, she spoke leisurely, with a hint of doubt clearly audible in her voice.
"Oh? Is it a special disease that doesn't show up in the pulse pattern?"
Seeing that she took the bait, Chen Wu nodded quickly.
"Yes, yes, it must be a special disease. Otherwise, how could it have tortured my brother for so many years!"
"Mr. Miracle Doctor, you have a sign here. If you can't cure it, your shop..."
"If I can't cure him, the shop will give it to you for free. You can change the shop and get money to take your brother to see a doctor."
A trace of greed flashed in their eyes.
Ling Yutong smiled: "However, the premise of everything is that I don't see it well."
"Since it is a special disease, it must be treated with special methods."
"Apprentice, bring me my master's silver needle."
Separated by a layer of gauze, the pavilion is opened and wrapped with silver needles of various lengths.
Ling Yutong took out the needle, lifted up the yarn, and walked out wearing a veil.
The four brothers of the Chen family choked for breath.
What kind of eyes are those? It can probably be described as enchanting.
Beauty is the beginning of all forgiveness, and it is also the poison that makes people relax their vigilance.
Chen Yun's movement of covering his heart suddenly stopped until his eyes were dazzled by the silver needle and dazzled a little.
Ling Yutong's eyes flashed across his face.
The silver needles on her hands sparkled.
"Does it hurt here?"
For some reason, Chen Yun had an unknown premonition.
He felt that his heart, which had not hurt before, was now thumping, thumping, and beating very fast.
"yes."
"Is it numb?"
"Not numb."
He seemed to be bewitched. He answered whatever Ling Yutong asked.
Then, his eyes suddenly opened wide, and a scream stuck in his throat, making him unable to utter it. His expression was horrifying.
Then, he met Ling Yutong's calm eyes.
"If you only feel pain but not numbness at this acupoint, pricking it will definitely relieve the pain. Of course, if you don't feel any pain at all, pricking it will cause great pain."
She half-smiled: "So, tell me how you feel now?"
Chen Yun: He is in so much pain now that he can't say a word.
Stiffly lowering his eyes, he saw a bright silver needle stabbed directly into his heart. There was no blood, but it hurt.
Who would have thought that this miracle doctor would actually ask a few questions, then just take the needle and prick it!
The beautiful face and shocking temperament just now, and the instant bewitchment, all evaporated in an instant and were thrown out of memory!
He saw his brother looking at him with frightened and worried eyes, gritting his teeth tightly, and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth.