If it weren't for the four-finger pulse technique, but for the ordinary three-finger pulse technique, this woman's symptoms of pulse deficiency would probably mistakenly think that she was already dead just by relying on her pulse. After a while, Wang Xiaobin wiped off the sweat beads on her forehead and asked slowly: "Old man, can you tell me about the patient's condition?"

"Una has been doing well, but she suddenly fainted about seven days ago, and then she kept doing this. My father drove away the ghost several times but had no effect at all..." Aqi quickly explained in detail.

"Ah? So it's not injured? But there is no external injury or internal injury, why can't the pulse be detected? This... what kind of pulse is this?" Wang Xiaobin wondered. If the phone was not confiscated by Yuan Chao and was still by his side, even if he was scolded to death by his master Xie Zhengping, he would have to ask clearly. Because this woman's pulse was too strange and completely unreasonable, just like a dead pulse, but the woman was clearly breathing, and her heartbeat should be still there. Why? Wang Xiaobin really couldn't figure it out.

"Dignified guest, how about Una?" The old man with white hair asked anxiously when he saw that Wang Xiaobin could not judge his condition for a long time. Especially when he saw Wang Xiaobin frowning and his forehead was covered with sweat, he thought Una might be in danger, so he was naturally extremely anxious.

"I'm sorry, old man, please forgive me for being a little uninformed. I have never seen her pulse like this. Moreover, the disease condition mentioned by this elder brother just now is very strange, so I can't tell me the true location of the pulse, so I can't judge the disease." Wang Xiaobin sighed and answered truthfully. However, although Wang Xiaobin could not judge the disease, it can also be concluded that the woman had a terminal illness, and she was a terminal illness that had not died. It was not convenient to say it directly, so she had to say that she could not judge the real disease.

"Dignified guest, this is a symptom of ghost possession." The white-haired old man sighed.

"Ghostly possession?" Wang Xiaobin was puzzled.

"Dear guest, come, I'll show you something, maybe it will be helpful to you." After the white-haired old man said, he turned around and walked out.

Wang Xiaobin hurriedly followed behind, walked nearly two kilometers in the primeval forest, and then turned over a bamboo forest. In front of him was a clear open space, with a simple and elegant hanging corner tower standing.

"Dignified guest, this is the place where the souls of our ancestors of the Wu family are so dedicated. Before entering, you must first perform the three-kow-kow-nine bows." After the white-haired old man finished speaking, he crawled on the ground and performed the three-kow-nine bows and ninthly bows.

Wang Xiaobin was cheerful and immediately bowed to the old man. Moreover, he knew that the white-haired old man was brought here, so he must not be as simple as asking him to worship the Miao ancestors, but it should have another purpose.

After the gift, the white-haired old man pulled Wang Xiaobin and walked up to the Jade Corner Tower. Jade Corner Tower was built purely of wood. With the swaying lights, he climbed up step by step. Wang Xiaobin found that the stairs were also embedded directly in the wood inlay, and the entire Jade Corner Tower probably didn't even have an iron nail.

The white-haired old man trembled and stroked a scroll of parchment and said slowly: "Our Ulu family has a history of 324 years since the genealogy records are recorded. The Ulu family originated from a large tribe of white wizards. It has been three hundred years since the war has spread here. Alas, it's a pity that one generation is not as good as the other. When I come to my hands, I can only know some basic things. I can't even understand the others!"

Wang Xiaobin was shocked. He didn't expect that there was actually a white wizard. Is the legend true?

The old man white-haired continued to say that it turned out that in the Miao people, wizards were divided into black and white wizards. White wizards mainly used sacrifices, blessings and gods to seek sacrifices, and their nature was roughly equivalent to priests of the dynasty, and they were decent and used to cure diseases and save people from tribes on weekdays. The black wizards made a living by framed, bewitching, and killing enemies. They belonged to the combat faction. The most mysterious thing was to foster the poisonous insects and larvae, and then fed them with essence and blood to tempt the enemy and then enslave the enemy and think of it as their own use.

"Dear guest, all the books of witchcraft and medical skills passed down from the ancestors of the Ulu people. Unfortunately, I can only understand a small part. If you want, I can allow you to read these books. Most of these books are written in Chinese characters, and you should be able to understand them. Therefore, you can live here, and I will send someone to deliver three meals a day on time..." The white-haired old man pointed to the beast leather book all over the room and said.

Since the Miao people have close contact with the Han people for nearly hundreds of years, fortunately, most of the books in the room were written in Chinese characters. Although they were written in such long-standing characters, Wang Xiaobin was able to understand them because he had practiced calligraphy in various fonts. Since it was not written in Miao characters, but in seal script Chinese characters, it is no wonder that the old man could not understand them one by one.

"Well, okay, old man, I will find out Miss Wuna's illness as soon as possible, and I hope she can cure her!" Wang Xiaobin nodded and responded. For an elder, it is always the saddest thing for a white-haired man to send a black-haired man. Wang Xiaobin knew the reason why the old man brought him here, so he vowed to read these ancient books carefully and find a way to cure Wuna.

"Dear guest, I really thank you so much. I will have someone deliver the food later. I will bother you." The white-haired old man nodded, then turned around and prepared to leave.

"Okay, please, old man." Wang Xiaobin treated people with courtesy and made mistakes in his life. However, Wang Xiaobin has always been upright in character and has always been polite in dealing with people. You should know that traditional Chinese medicine is extremely strict in teaching apprentices, and his character is slightly flawed, which directly affects whether the master will pass on his body.

After the old man left, Wang Xiaobin began to read the animal skin book under the dim oil lamp. After a rough look, he found that there were books such as "The Theory of Thirteen Ghost Needles", "The Hidden Vein Priming", "The Prescription of Ten Thousand Medicines", and "The Hundred Evils and Chaos Needles".

I picked a book and opened it. I found that the ancient book inside was written in seal script. I saw it: "Any man and woman sang or laughed, cried or chanted, spoke many times, silenced for a long time, or sang day and night, or slanted with both mouth and eyes, or were bent, or had naked body exposed, or saw gods and ghosts, etc., they were flying insects, elves, monsters, and all evil spirits…"

This discovery was immediately extremely excited and saving people was imminent, so I simply picked up the "Invisible Pulse Method" and started to study it carefully.

A woman suddenly fainted without warning when she was sick. Her pulse was as weak as a dead pulse, and there was no pulse principle to find. However, this became extremely easy to find in the book "Invisible Pulse Method".

After someone came to deliver the meal, Wang Xiaobin asked the man to come back and bring a pen and some paper to record the results of the query, and then compared them one by one to confirm the condition. Because this kind of ancient books with a long time is naturally priceless, Wang Xiaobin was embarrassed to circle it on it casually.

After a day and a night passed, Wang Xiaobin didn't even close his eyes. He finally read through several ancient books, and the paper was densely filled with more than ten pages. There were about twenty similar causes of disease found. Wang Xiaobin was dizzy and knew that he could not accurately calculate the confirmed symptoms at the moment, and fell asleep on the wooden floor.

After waking up again, he twisted his neck, which was a little sore due to the incorrect sleeping position. He flipped through the dozen copies of paper, and then quickly read the ancient books of animal skins again.

After another morning of hard work, three diseases that were completely similar to Una were finally diagnosed, with basically the same pulse pattern, and the treatment method was written down.

"Old man, I want to have another diagnosis." Wang Xiaobin returned to the fork house again and said to the white-haired old man in a slow voice.

"Okay!" The white-haired old man immediately took Wang Xiaobin to the side room where Wu Na was sleeping.

"The pulses are continuous and continuous, weak and solid, and look like dead pulses, but they are also full of vitality..." Wang Xiaobin sensed the faint beating from his fingertips, and quickly searched the summary of the pulses mentioned in "The Hidden Pulse Method" I saw yesterday.

There was an article about the "Invisible Pulse Principle" that specifically describes the strange pulse. The article says that the world is so great that there are all kinds of strange things. All humans and things have pulse principles. The pulse patterns are all covered, and the yin and yang and the five elements are all contained. However, the ten strange pulses are strange among the many. Wang Xiaobin's heart suddenly thumped at this moment, thinking that this woman's pulse is the Yin pulse of the Nine and Nine Heavens and Earth, that is, the pure Yin pulse?

Those born with yin meridians in the sky and the earth must be charming and gorgeous women. They are sexy and unrestrained, and they are tempted by men who are good at slavery, but they will die at the age of 22. Wang Xiaobin was shocked and thought that he had made the wrong meridian. He carefully put the pulse on the ten pieces of paper he wrote, and finally diagnosed with the pure yin meridian.

Although those ancient books on animal skins record treatment methods, they are too weird and the source of the materials is quite difficult. Wang Xiaobin thought that this woman was definitely unable to be treated. Not only did she look dim, she shook her head and sighed and walked out of the side room.

"How is it?" asked the old man with white hair anxiously. The concern was beyond words. Perhaps he knew that if Wang Xiaobin was powerless, I'm afraid Wuna would be incompetent to the truth.

Wang Xiaobin did not answer the old man's words in a positive way, but instead asked, "Is she twenty-two years old this year?"

The old man calculated slightly for a while, then nodded and said, "That's right, his 22nd birthday will be in three days."

"Oh!" Wang Xiaobin couldn't help but sigh. The beauty was in her 10th year of age, but she didn't expect to go to the underworld from now on. The white-haired old man in front of her also wanted a white-haired person to send a black-haired person, and I'm afraid she would cry again.

After a while of melancholy, Wang Xiaobin decided to tell the truth: "Old man, you must be mentally prepared to make your granddaughter's pulse look natural in the yin meridian. I think it should be inherited. I would like to ask, her mother also died at the age of 22?" Her expression was extremely awkward. After all, for a doctor, the biggest pain is not that the patient cannot be cured, but that he knows the treatment but is powerless, and has to tell the patient's relatives and the patient is hopeless.

"Well, yes. And her grandmother, my wife, also died at the age of twenty-two." The white-haired old man sighed, and burst into tears in an instant.

"Continuously inherited diseases?" Wang Xiaobin was stunned. The most difficult thing to treat in medicine is not cancer or AIDS, but inherited diseases in succession. Because continuously inherited diseases, each generation has the same onset period, the same onset symptoms, and the same time of death, there will definitely not be any difference, and everything is destined.

"Old man, you don't have to be too sad. In fact, there is no way to treat this disease, but I can't find any treatment materials." Wang Xiaobin comforted him repeatedly. He also said that there is still a way to treat the woman's disease, but this clever woman is hard to cook without rice, but she is helpless. In addition, the meaning is to treat her dead horse as a living horse, hoping that the white-haired old man can find that kind of thing.

"What did you say? Tell me quickly, what do you need? Even if we don't, other tribes will definitely have it!" After hearing Wang Xiaobin's words, the old man's heart that had sunk into the abyss saw hope again, his eyes were lit up, and he grabbed Wang Xiaobin's hand tightly and asked incoherently.

"A single needle, a stone needle made of volcanic active igne rock, requires a total of ten." Wang Xiaobin replied repeatedly. He was also lucky, hoping that this Miao people, who are full of mystery, would really have such a rare stone needle.

"This, the Ulu tribe probably has no such thing. I will send someone to another tribe to inquire. I will notify you immediately if there is any news." The white-haired old man replied quickly, then turned around and left quickly.

"Okay, it must not be more than two days, otherwise..." Wang Xiaobin was halfway through his speech, and saw the back of the white-haired old man trembled suddenly when he heard his words, and quickly stopped talking, because the meaning was already self-evident.

Hearing that Wuna was still saved, all the male men of the Ulu tribe put down their work and went to other tribes to find the volcanic lava stone needles that Wang Xiaobin mentioned.

Then two days passed in a blink of an eye, and the white-haired old man and Wang Xiaobin, who were in the torment, still did not wait for the exciting news. Looking at Wu Na, she felt that her life was passing by bit by bit, getting closer and closer to the embrace of the god of death.

Maybe I found a way to treat Una earlier, or maybe I could use some relationships to find the volcanic lava stone needle, but now it is too late, and Una's life seems to have seen the end.

The sun rose to mid-air, and the sun shone in high altitude, but everyone could not feel the warmth, but felt the wind gushing and his whole body trembled. In another hour, it was Una's 22nd birthday. A strange song gradually came from the Ulu village, a hint of sadness, a hint of helplessness, and more of the yearning for life and hatred of death.

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The new book "Agent of Immortal Fantasy" is released in full swing, and the experience is a different excitement from "The Quar Doctor".

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