Ling Tuisi took a few steps forward, stretched out his arm, and placed his index and middle fingers on Zhao Qing's wrist. He felt that this woman's pulse was not strong and her string count was slow. In terms of internal strength, she could not even be called third or fourth rate.
I can’t help but feel relieved.
The cultivation of internal strength is the most basic aspect of those who learn martial arts. A true master of internal strength has a strong and powerful pulse, which is extremely difficult to hide.
Ling Tuisi considers himself to be the top second-rate player, so this time he launched an investigation and found a conclusion.
Little did they know that Zhao Qing integrated internal and external deep skills and could control his body freely. He could even stop his heart for a moment, and he could control the changes in his pulse effortlessly.
"Doctor, please help me with my little girl's facial injury. If it works, I will give you a big thank you."
Ling Tuisi said simply, then ordered Ma Daming to open the courtyard door and lead Zhao Qing upstairs, and then left with his men, heading towards the prison.
The wall of the small courtyard is very low, and there are several willow trees planted inside. There are more than a dozen pots of blooming flowers placed on the adjacent wall. They are all neatly trimmed. It is obvious that someone has taken good care of them.
There is a very tall building in the courtyard, but it occupies a very small area. There is only a closed window at the top. Instead, it looks more like a tall square tower in a Western fairy tale where the princess is locked up.
Ma Daming consciously stood in the yard as a warning.
There was a small door ajar at the bottom of the small building. Zhao Qing pushed the door open and went upstairs. He heard a slight creaking sound from the stairs in the darkness. When he reached the top of the building, he saw a half-open door on the left.
It's still dark inside.
Suddenly there was a sound of flint striking in the door, and finally there was light in the room.
"Who is here?" A clear and soft girl's voice sounded. At first glance, she sounded like a pure and refined beauty, but when she appeared next, her appearance was shockingly terrifying.
She was a twenty-three or four-year-old woman, wearing light yellow clothes and with a graceful figure.
But there were seventeen or eighty knife marks on her face, both horizontally and vertically, and strips of bright red muscles turned out, making her facial features become crooked.
Zhao Qing knew that the woman in front of him was Ling Tuisi's daughter and Ding Dian's lover, Ling Shuanghua.
Although the scars on her face are terrible, they are proof of the life and death relationship between the two. Although the beauty on her face is gone, the beauty in her heart will last forever.
"Miss Ling, I'm here to treat your face." Zhao Qing walked into the room and put down the medicine box. "I'm also here for the relationship between you and Ding Dian."
"My father found you, right?" Ling Shuanghua didn't want her ruined appearance to be looked at by strangers, so she turned her back to Zhao Qing, her voice was calm and revealed unspeakable determination: "My facial injury does not need to be treated.
, even if it is cured, I will still have scars again."
Ding Dian has been in prison, and the possibility of finding a doctor is slim; instead, Ling Tuisi has often sent people to patrol and guard the area in recent days. If the doctor can come in, he must have given his permission.
Indoors, a candle was lit on the table, and there was a wooden chair and a wooden bed beside it. There was a white linen tent hanging on the bed, a thin quilt, and a cloth pillow. Apart from these, there was only one other thing.
No more. This shows Ling Tuisi’s attitude towards her daughter now.
Zhao Qing glanced at the empty room and said softly: "Miss Ling, you misunderstood. I did claim that it was the evil person Ling Tuisi who found me, but in fact it was for the sake of convenience. Hero Ding Dian is my friend, and I am
I’m here to heal you sincerely.”
After a long silence, Ling Shuanghua twirled the corner of her clothes and said softly: "If you don't have any evidence, I won't believe it easily." Although the tone was light, it made people feel an indescribable loneliness and desolation.
Looking at this lonely but strong girl, Zhao Qing also replied softly: "Miss Ling, of course I have enough evidence to win your trust. Ling Tuisi cannot know the Liancheng Sword Technique, but I can recite it to you.
."
"The first character is 'four', the second character is 'forty-one', the third character is 'thirty-three', the fourth character is 'fifty-three', and the fifth character is 'eighteen'..." In order to win Ling Shuanghua's trust, Zhao Qing asked Ding Dian for the full text of Liancheng Jue in advance and asked Ling Shuanghua to compare it with what Ding Dian had told her before.
The Liancheng Jue that Ling Tuisi tried so hard to get from Ding Dian was now used by her as evidence to win his daughter's trust, and she said it with ease.
After listening to a bunch of numbers, Ling Shuanghua turned around again, looked at Zhao Qing, and apologized: "I did misunderstand you just now. Brother Ding, is he... okay? You just said you came here for the relationship between me and Brother Dian.
, can you tell me in detail?"
"Don't worry, let me take a closer look at your face first. There should still be hope for recovery." By the dim candlelight, Zhao Qing carefully examined the depth of the scars on Ling Shuanghua's face.
In fact, the method she plans to use is inspired by modern skin grafting surgery. By relying on precious medicines, acupuncture, and Shen Zhao Gong to activate the human body's potential, she should be very sure of success.
However, it will take at least a month or two for the new skin to grow completely. During this period, it is necessary to constantly monitor and maintain the application and disinfection. If everything goes well, Ling Shuanghua's ruined appearance will probably be restored to 70 to 80% of its original appearance.
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Ling Mansion, Flower Hall. Although it is late at night, the hall is brightly lit.
This place is very close to the flower garden of Ling Mansion, and the faint fragrance of flowers drifts in from the window.
Ling Tuisi was dressed in casual clothes and looked at Ding Dian, who was shackled and had just been taken out of the prison. Today's handcuffing interrogation was earlier than usual.
Di Yun has escaped from prison, and his previous plan to find out Ding Dian's secret failed. Apart from making a fuss about his daughter's situation, it seems that the only way to go is to poison him and interrogate him.
Of course, both methods have their own flaws and should be followed
Only through medium absorption and fusion can the appropriate effect be achieved.
The gang members on both sides raised their whips and whipped them repeatedly. Ding Dian held his head high and chest out, enduring the whipping. His eyes were full of anger, and he looked straight at Ling Tuisi, who was sitting at the top.
"Ding Dian, are you going to talk about the 'Liancheng Jue' and the 'Shen Zhao Jing' today? If you don't say it, you will have to continue whipping for an hour." A horse-faced man in gang attire held a whip full of blood and spoke.
shouted.
"Chai Da, stand down. Ding Daxia, I have something to say to you." Ling Tuisi waved his hand and spoke out to stop the whipping.
Ding Dian touched the blood stains on his body that had just been beaten, and the chain on his hand moved a few times, looking coldly at Ling Tuisi and others.
At this moment, there was a soft popping sound, and the long window in the hall opened without any wind. A black figure flashed in quickly and incoherently, and the sword with flashing green light stabbed straight towards Ling Tuisi.