Chapter 29 I can
"Can you make such a judgment just by having +1 insight?"
Zhou Heng was a little surprised. He knew exactly what he had just done.
This is to judge the emotional changes of people by observing their expressions and read out what may be happening.
It's not a useless ability.
Rather, it is a very practical, even very easy-to-use ability that is applicable to all aspects.
"Originally, I only paid attention to the lack of 'luck is off the charts' reminder, and did not think about the role of insight ability. Now it seems that it is quite useful." Zhou Heng was a little pleased.
Just Insight +1 is so powerful.
If Insight is +10, wouldn't it mean that you can read minds?
It is indeed a silver lucky bag!
It would be nice if next time you could give me a ‘luck-breaking’ insight +100.
Of course, as joy as it comes, the main thing now is to find out what happened to Yu He. Judging from Yu Yingying's emotional state, it seems to be quite serious.
Zhou Heng first took Yu Yingying to find Teacher Lin to ask for leave. The reason Yu Yingying told Teacher Lin was that Yu He was sick and had to stay in bed at home for a few days and could not come to the martial arts gym for the time being.
But Zhou Heng clearly felt that things were not that simple. After leaving Teacher Lin's place, he asked: "Yingying, what's wrong with Yu He?"
"This..." Yu Yingying looked confused and hesitated for a while before saying: "My brother originally didn't want others to know, but since it's you, Brother Zhou, you should be able to say it.
"Can you go with me to a deserted place?"
"Okay." Zhou Heng nodded, and then he and Yu Yingying came to a deserted place and said, "Let's talk."
"After you left last night, my brother started to feel dizzy and couldn't stand still." Yu Yingying was in a very low mood, with a hint of crying in her voice. "Originally, he just thought it was because he drank too much or was too tired. , I planned to find a room to rest.
"But after lying on the bed, he soon began to feel cold all over, his lips turned purple, his skin became dry and cracked, and his body began to become stiff, like...like a corpse."
"He was fine yesterday." Zhou Heng frowned. Yu He's symptoms were too serious. "Which hospital is he at? Take me to see him."
"I didn't go to the hospital. When my brother was still conscious, he told us not to send him to the hospital." Yu Yingying sighed: "He, he was afraid of affecting Liu Changsheng's business. After all, this is Brother Zhou. You compete with others to win the list."
"Is there something wrong with his mind?" Zhou Heng couldn't help but cursed and said, "Take me to see him. Have you asked a doctor?"
"Brother Zhou, don't worry. My father has invited three famous doctors. Brother, he should be fine." Yu Yingying comforted her, but when she said this, she didn't have much confidence.
"Let's go, take me there." Zhou Heng didn't ask any more questions. When he got there and saw the situation, it became clear.
"Yeah." Yu Yingying nodded.
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Yuelai Restaurant.
This is the property of the Yu family, the largest restaurant in Huangtong Fucheng.
At this time, Yu He was lying in the bedroom of a Tianzi suite.
Zhou Heng and Yu Yingying came here.
I saw a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties holding a tea bowl with a frown, and next to him were three old doctors who looked like they were all in their fifties or sixties.
This middle-aged man has a face with Chinese characters, deep facial features, and a majestic appearance. He is Yu He and Yu Yingying's father, Yu Fulai, the boss of Huangtong Fucheng's restaurants, hotels, and accommodations.
"Yingying, you're back." Yu Fulai put down the tea bowl in his hand and noticed Zhou Heng beside Yu Yingying. He smiled and said, "Xiao Zhou is here too, sit down."
"Uncle Yu, how is Yu He?" Zhou Heng and Yu Fu Lai were getting acquainted with each other, and they were not indifferent. He said, "I heard from Yingying that it seems to be quite serious."
"It is indeed very serious." Yu Fulai sighed and said, "Oh, I don't know what the reason is. By the way, Doctor Liao, you just said you have some clues, you might as well tell me."
The Doctor Liao he was talking about was one of the three doctors present. He was nearly sixty years old. He had been practicing medicine for more than thirty years and had countless people alive. He was considered a famous doctor in Huangtong Fucheng.
"Mr. Yu, I'm afraid the situation of your young master is not very optimistic." Dr. Liao shook his head slightly and said with some embarrassment: "I just discussed it with Dr. Qi and Dr. Fang, and we all agree on the same point of view.
"Your Majesty, the reason why he is in this situation is probably because the circulation of qi and blood throughout his body is stagnant, which causes the yin energy in the body to overwhelm the yang energy, and the vitality is sluggish.
"We have just discussed a prescription, but if we follow this prescription, it will take at least seven days to get better. But your master's condition is probably..."
"Tell me, how long can He'er survive?" Yu Fulai closed his eyes gently, and his voice was very calm, saying: "Don't worry about my feelings, tell the truth, so that we can discuss how to treat it."
"At most tomorrow, or even, maybe not even tonight." Dr. Liao shook his head, his old face full of frustration, and the other two doctors also lowered their heads, feeling ashamed for this.
"Tomorrow...wuwu..." Yu Yingying sobbed softly.
"Just, is there no other way?" Yu Fulai seemed to have aged dozens of years in an instant, his eyes became a little hollow, and said: "I will send him to the hospital now, use the best medicine, and finally Good doctor, can’t you do that either?”
"Mr. Yu, the three of us are the best doctors in Huangtong Mansion." Dr. Liao sighed: "You know, we ordinary people who are doctors, there is a limit to the power of medicine, stone, and acupuncture. .
"Unless, unless we go to the masters from those big sects and big families, they may have a way, or find a sixth-grade master who can use his true energy to boost his blood."
"Sixth grade?" Yu Fulai smiled bitterly and said: "In the entire Huangtong Mansion, only the master of the mansion is of sixth grade, but how could such a big shot come to save He'er... Doctor Liao, you can't use acupuncture to clear He'er. The blood?"
"There are indeed acupuncture methods for dredging qi and blood, and we know some of them. Your precious master's condition is too serious, ordinary acupuncture is ineffective, and a higher level of acupuncture is needed. But such acupuncture is embarrassing to say..."
Doctor Liao felt that he had no face to see others, he lowered his head and said: "We don't know how to use it, and we can't use it. Such acupuncture requires internal energy to guide it, which means that it requires at least a ninth-level master to perform the acupuncture." OK.
"But there is no such doctor in the entire Huangtong Mansion. There may be some in the county and city, but even if we go to invite him now, I'm afraid it won't be long... Mr. Yu, it's useless for us and I have no face to stay here any longer, so I'll take my leave now." ”
After saying this, he shook his head without saying a word and walked out.
The other three doctors also left.
It was obvious that none of them had ninth-level cultivation.
It is already very rare for an ordinary person to concentrate on practicing martial arts and reach the ninth level before the age of fifty. How can he have the energy to study medicine?
The opposite is also true.
Medical skills also require years of accumulation and precipitation. Even if it is just to treat ordinary people's illnesses, it will take decades of hard work. How can you have the energy to practice martial arts?
"Doctor Liao, Doctor Wu, Doctor Zhang!" Yu Fulai stepped forward to persuade him to stay, and said with a bitter look on his face: "Why is there no other way?"
"Unless there happens to be a sixth-grade master passing by here, or a ninth-grade master who is good at dredging qi and blood acupuncture." Dr. Liao shook his head and sighed: "Mr. Yu, I am very sorry, there is nothing we can do, so we leave."
"We can't save him, please ask someone else."
"Master Yu, I'm really sorry. I'm leaving."
The three doctors shook their heads and left the restaurant.
It suddenly became quiet here.
The night seemed to become darker.
"Is it God's will?" Yu Fulai looked desperate. There is no greater tragedy in the world than a man with white hair sending a man with black hair away.
"Brother..." Yu Yingying's little face turned as pale as paper.
The three best doctors in Huangtong Fucheng were powerless and could only hide their faces and leave. Who else could save Yu He?
At this moment, Zhou Heng suddenly spoke:
"I can give acupuncture."
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