Chapter 648 My Master is Bad? No, I'm Too Good!

Taoist Xuanqing had a solemn expression on his face. He did not answer Zhuo Tie's question. Instead, he barely managed to send out a stream of magical power from his palm and cast a healing spell. As the magical power penetrated into Gu Lianggong's body, a layer of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead.

This spell was a pretty good healing spell, and in the past, he could use it easily. However, now, both his body and his dantian, and even the golden elixir that had just been condensed, were being backfired. After practicing for so long, he could barely recover some of his magic power.

Casting this spell was still a heavy burden for him, but he didn't care. Saving lives was a good deed, not to mention that Gu Lianggong was an old friend of his. Although they had never dealt with each other before, he couldn't help feeling happy to see each other again, not to mention that Gu Lianggong was busy at Le Wenmao's funeral.

To put it bluntly, Le Wenmao's funeral was entirely arranged by Gu Lianggong.

When Gu Lianggong was in danger, how could he not lend a helping hand?

pity.

His treatment technique can only alleviate the root cause of the disease, but cannot completely eradicate it.

"Master, are you okay?"

Zhuo Tie watched Taoist Xuanqing perform a spell to penetrate into Gu Lianggong's body, with envy that was hard to conceal on his face and in his eyes. He had heard many stories about practitioners, and had imagined how wonderful it would be if he were a practitioner, but he also knew that this was impossible.

At this time.

Seeing that Taoist Xuanqing looked pale and sweat was dripping down his forehead, he remembered what he had heard before, that a certain practitioner, casting a spell, might cause some kind of harm to himself, and he couldn't help but worry.

"I'm fine..."

Taoist Xuanqing exhaled heavily, and looked at Gu Lianggong with a look of sadness that was difficult to conceal. Zhuo Tie noticed it immediately and couldn't help but ask:
"Master, could it be that Uncle Gu is in trouble?"

Taoist Xuanqing opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but for some reason, the words on the tip of his tongue just couldn't come out. He sighed slightly and changed his words:
"My abilities are limited, and I can't tell what specific problem he has. When he wakes up, I'd better let him go to see a professional doctor. Maybe he can not only tell his problem, but also cure his illness!"

His medical skills were limited, but he could still see what was wrong with Gu Lianggong. The only thing was that he had no way to treat him. Although he didn't know how skilled the doctors in Liangshui Town were, they were probably the same as him, or maybe a little better. They could see Gu Lianggong's illness, but they couldn't cure it. They could only alleviate the problem and let Gu Lianggong live another one or two years.

Zhuo Tie was not stupid, how could he not understand the meaning of Taoist Xuanqing's words? Moreover, he had already noticed the fleeting sadness in Taoist Xuanqing's eyes. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end, all his words turned into a heavy sigh:

"Master, I understand. When Uncle Gu wakes up, I will persuade him to see a doctor!"

"No way, is my master's medical skills so bad?" Wang Ping'an, who was watching the excitement not far away, was shocked when he heard what Taoist Xuanqing said. He couldn't help but complain, but then he thought about it. With his talent: observation, smell, questioning and palpation, he could see Gu Lianggong's physical condition. He remembered the root cause of Gu Lianggong's illness. His master was a cultivator. Maybe he had some knowledge of medical skills, but he was not a serious doctor after all. It was normal that he couldn't give Gu Lianggong a treatment method. He said thoughtfully:

"Perhaps, it's not that my master's medical skills are poor, but that my talent: observation, auscultation, questioning and palpation combined with my talent: prescribing the right medicine for the right condition is too good, so it seems that my master's medical skills are not good? "

Although he thought so, Wang Ping'an still couldn't help being curious about how powerful his two talents at the minor level were: observation, smell, questioning and palpation, and prescribing the right medicine for the right disease. He planned to wait for Gu Lianggong to wake up, and then secretly follow him to see how the doctors treated him and whether they could provide any treatment.

"What's wrong with me?"

A weak voice sounded, attracting the attention of Taoist Xuanqing and Zhuo Tie. Looking down, they saw Gu Lianggong in Zhuo Tie's arms slowly opening his eyes, looking around, and realizing his current situation, he smiled bitterly and said:
"I'm old and useless. I've only been busy for a short time, but I'm already talking nonsense. I haven't even done any heavy physical work, but I can't hold on and I even faint. I'm afraid I won't live long!"

"Uncle Gu, look at what you said. Everyone knows that you have the best physique in our street. Not to mention your peers, even your descendants can hardly outlast you. Not to mention, you have done a lot of good deeds over the years. A good person like you will definitely live a hundred years!"

Zhuo Tie tried hard to hold back the conflict of tears. He was a grateful person. Gu Lianggong had taken good care of him over the years. It cannot be said that his family had relied entirely on Gu Lianggong's help to get through the difficulties, but at least most of them were helped by Gu Lianggong. He especially respected Gu Lianggong and changed the subject:
"I see you didn't sleep well. How about I accompany you to see Doctor Zhao to prescribe some medicine to nourish your spirit?"

"All medicines are poisonous. I'm not sick at all. Why are you prescribing me medicine?"

Gu Lianggong cursed with a smile, but before he finished speaking, he noticed Zhuo Tie's strange expression. Zhuo Tie was not an actor after all, and he could not hide his joy. He soon noticed the problem and frowned:
"Zhuo Tie, tell me the truth, is there really something wrong with me?"

"Uncle Gu, stop scaring yourself..."

Zhuo Tie was unwilling to admit it and wanted to deny it, but before he could finish his words, Gu Lianggong ignored him, turned his head and looked at Taoist Xuanqing, and asked:

"Master, tell me the truth, is there really something seriously wrong with my body?"

Taoist Xuanqing said calmly: "Gu Lianggong, although we haven't met for many years, if you still remember me, you should know that I don't like studying medicine. How can I know if there is anything wrong with your body? If you think there is something wrong with your body, why don't you go see a doctor?"

"Okay, I'll go find a doctor right away!"

Gu Lianggong snorted, stood up and took a few steps, but suddenly he stopped, turned his head and looked at Taoist Xuanqing, and pleaded: "Master, before I go to see the doctor, can I ask you for a favor?"

Zhuo Tie urged, "Uncle Gu, if you have anything to say, it won't be too late to talk to the doctor after you come back!"

How could he not guess that Gu Lianggong must know that he had health problems, and serious ones at that. He was begging in front of Taoist Xuanqing. In all likelihood, he was going to ask Taoist Xuanqing to act as a wizard at his funeral and help his soul to be reborn. How could he dare to let Gu Lianggong's idea succeed?
(End of this chapter)