Monk Wuxiang squinted his eyes and listened.

Just now, he sternly told the monks that there was no difference between winning and losing.

That's because, in his opinion, it is impossible for a little girl from the Kunlun Sect to surpass him in medical skills. That's why he is so indifferent.

But listening to what Jiang Xiaoya was talking about and quoting scriptures, he didn't have any doubts: This female disciple of the Kunlun Sect seems to be very proficient in medical skills.

But after a moment, his frown relaxed.

Losing also has the advantage of losing. At least, he knows another medical classic, "Jingyue Complete Book", but which miracle doctor is this? There are too many miracle doctors in China. For thousands of years, Bian Que, Hua Tuo, Zhang Zhongjing

, in addition to Li Shizhen, there are countless miraculous doctors, and almost every hundred years there will be an unparalleled genius miraculous doctor. It is impossible for him to thoroughly study the medical skills of these people one by one.

China has a vast territory, rich resources, a long history, and particularly profound medical skills. Today, I met this little female disciple from Kunlun, and she can easily quote scriptures, and I can tell a lot about it.

Jiang Xiaoya didn't know what the Wuxiang monk in front of her was thinking, and continued to recite the words that Yang Yunfan had just transmitted to her: "Anyone who has evil and stagnation and is ruthless is a real ruffian; anyone who has nothing and is stagnant and ruffian is a virtual ruffian."

.If there is swelling and pain but fullness, it is due to excess; if there is no swelling but pain but fullness, it is due to deficiency and fullness. If there is actual pain and fullness, it can be dissipated or eliminated; for cases of deficiency, pain and fullness, a large warming agent is needed.

Misuse of this will often lead to misleading people.”

This medical guidance is very advanced!

After hearing this, Monk Wuxiang didn't feel anything was wrong. Instead, he changed his previous indifferent attitude and became very respectful and said: "Donor Jiang, how should I treat it?"

How do I know?

Jiang Xiaoya couldn't help but blinked, and then looked at Yang Yunfan for help.

Yang Yunfan continued to transmit the message into the secret passage: "Go over and ask about the coating on your tongue. I will ask you a question, and you will ask a question."

With Yang Yunfan's guidance, Jiang Xiaoya immediately cleared his throat and said to Monk Wuxiang in a pretentious manner: "I'll take a look at the patient first, and then I'll talk."

"It should be so!" Monk Wuxiang nodded, without any doubt.

However, Jiang Xiaoya didn't speak Japanese, and the old man didn't speak Chinese, so he had no choice but to let Monk Wuxiang act as the translator. However, Yang Yunfan knew Japanese, so it didn't matter.

"Master monk, ask him if he has ever had nausea or vomiting? Sometimes he feels tired and weak, sweats a lot, and is thirsty?" Jiang Xiaoya listened to Yang Yunfan's voice transmission, and casually let Wu

asked the monk.

Monk Wuxiang didn't suspect anything, so he turned to the old man and asked. Then he said to Jiang Xiaoya: "The symptoms are indeed as what the donor Jiang said. The donor Jiang seems to have seen it with his own eyes. It's really powerful. Could it be the Wangzi Jue that the Chinese have learned from Wang Heng Wen Qie?

Is that true? You can tell at least seventy-eight symptoms just by looking at your face?”

"Well, almost. But don't ask, I won't tell you." Jiang Xiaoya wouldn't say that she didn't know anything. Yang Yunfan told her all this. At this time, she pretended to be a worldly and noble person.

Her appearance was vague, her words were unclear, she was pretending to be mysterious, and she looked like a complete mess. At least, that's what she thought.

When Monk Wuxiang heard this, he was indeed a little frightened. He lowered his head and clasped his hands together, recited a Buddha's name, and said apologetically: "The poor monk was greedy just now. It's really a sin. Donor Jiang, please continue to diagnose the uncle!"

"Xiaoya, go and see if the old man's limbs are cold."

Jiang Xiaoya didn't say anything, and Yang Yunfan secretly asked her to look at the old man's limbs to see if they were cold.

Jiang Xiaoya walked over, touched it, and then asked the old man to stick out his tongue to show her. As for the pulse, she did know a little bit about it.

After doing all this, she shook her head and muttered: "My limbs are cold, my whole body is aversion to cold, my tongue is light red, the coating is thin and white, and my pulse is weak."

Then, there was a deliberate pause.

Monk Wuxiang couldn't help but wonder: "Donor Jiang, why don't you continue talking? How can this symptom be dialectical and how should it be treated?"

"My throat feels uncomfortable, let's rest for a while." Jiang Xiaoya rolled her eyes at him. In fact, it was because she wanted to tell Yang Yunfan about the symptoms. She would tell her after Yang Yunfan made a diagnosis.

However, Monk Wuxiang didn't know this. When he heard that Jiang Xiaoya's throat was not feeling well, he remembered that he had just started to speak halfway and then waited for a long time. He thought she really had a sore throat and was unwilling to speak, so he hurriedly said: "There is a fine gold in the temple."

Orange honey tea can clear your throat and soothe your throat. Donor Jiang, wait a moment, I'll ask my junior brothers to bring it."

With that said, Monk Wuxiang told the disciples who had gathered in a circle outside the monastery: "Go and make a cup of tea for Donor Jiang."

Those monks originally came here just to watch Monk Wuxiang defeat a powerful enemy, but Monk Wuxiang was strange. He didn't say a word from the beginning to the end. He just listened to Jiang Xiaoya muttering. As for what he said, they didn't say a word.

I didn’t understand it, and naturally I didn’t know whether it was right or wrong. Just looking at the scene, it seemed very intense, so I didn’t want to leave for a while.

Finally, after pushing and pushing, I found the youngest novice monk and asked him to make tea.

…

After a while, kumquat honey tea was delivered. Jiang Xiaoya took a sip and it tasted quite good.

But seeing everyone else staring at her, she coughed and continued: "That patient has a light red tongue, thin white coating, and a weak pulse. He has a deficiency syndrome. The syndrome is that the spleen yang is weak and the vital gate is not warm.

The yin and yang will be separated."

When Monk Wuxiang heard that Jiang Xiaoya's diagnosis was exactly the same as his own, he nodded and smiled and said, "Yes, these are indeed the symptoms!"

The next thing was what he was most concerned about. Because he didn't know how to prescribe medicine, and after looking through "Treatise on Febrile Diseases", there seemed to be no corresponding medicine.

Seeing Jiang Xiaoya stop again, Monk Wuxiang couldn't help but said anxiously: "Donor Jiang, after drinking kumquat honey tea, isn't your throat still uncomfortable? Usually, if a poor monk has a throat discomfort, he only needs to drink a sip of kumquat honey tea.

Basically, the medicine cures the disease."

"You monk, you are so unreasonable! I just drank a few more sips of tea, and you want to urge me? Really, at worst, I will pay you for the tea when I leave later!" Jiang Xiaoya was reciting carefully just now,

Yang Yunfan told her the prescription. Because the prescription was long and difficult to remember, she had to recite it silently several times before she could barely remember it. The Wuxiang monk urged her and almost confused her, so she was very unhappy.

"This poor monk is really... He was guilty of greed just now, and now he is guilty of anger! It's really a sin..."

Monk Wuxiang put his hands together and recited a few words of Amitabha.
Chapter completed!