There is a kind of scholar

Chapter 699 Apprenticeship and Diagnosis of Pulse

Picture of Confucius' apprenticeship.

It's not that Confucius became a disciple, but a scene in which a certain disciple became an apprentice.

Li Qingniu studied medicine and wore a Taoist robe, but why did he hang such a picture of Confucius' apprenticeship in the hall?
Obviously not suitable!

Below the picture, there is an offering table placed against the wall, with incense burners, incense sticks and other items on the table.The strange thing is that the incense burner seems to have just been moved here, because there is no incense in it.

In front of the altar table are two chairs, with a coffee table in the middle and two teacups on the coffee table.

There is another unexpected thing on the ground in front of the chair. It is actually a... futon!
and many more.

How come the incense burner, futon, tea cup... are slightly similar to the scene in "Confucius Apprenticeship"?
Although Su Xian felt strange, he didn't think much about it because he had more important things to do - Yang Zhilan's old illness must be diagnosed and treated by Li Qingniu himself today!

Just now, when Su Xian was looking at pictures, incense burners, futons and other objects, Zhou Wei stood aside, the weirdness in his eyes became more and more obvious, and his eyes moved back and forth between Su Xian and Li Qingniu.

In fact, these things, such as incense burners, futons, etc., were purchased by him personally just now according to Li Qingniu's instructions. He was in a hurry and many details were not done well.

For example, the picture of Confucius becoming a disciple...

Zhou Wei actually understood Li Qingniu’s intention——

He wanted to accept Su Xian as his disciple, but he couldn't let go of his arrogance and couldn't say it openly, so he engaged in these crooked ways in the hope that Su Xian would have an epiphany and then shamelessly worship him as his disciple.

When he saw Su Xian looking at these things one by one, his face remained as usual without any expression, and he seemed not to realize Li Qingniu's "good intentions", so he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, wanting to laugh.

……

"Little friend Su, please sit down."

Li Qingniu personally greeted Su Xian to take a seat. As for Yang Zhilan, Yan Dashan, Tang Shujing and others, he didn't even look at them, and he would not be able to call them to take a seat given his status.

"Thank you."

Su Xian took a seat at the guest seat, and a servant brought tea.

Li Qingniu also took his seat. Seeing that Su Xian didn't express anything, he frowned slightly, thought for a while and then asked: "Little friend Su, do you know who I am?"

"The miraculous doctor is Dr. Li of Butterfly Valley. His medical skills are so superb that everyone in the world praises him!"

After Su Xian finished speaking, he paused and added: "Juniors also heard that miracle doctors are kind-hearted and can save patients who come to seek help!"

"Hahahaha..." Li Qingniu laughed heartily, but he was very depressed in his heart. Since you know that I am powerful, why are you still standing there?

Hurry up and become a disciple!
Zhou Wei was standing by, just like Yang Zhilan and others.

As if he had a mirror in his mind, Li Qingniu's question was actually a hint to Su Xian to become a disciple.

But Su Xian just couldn't help but think about the "magnificence" in it. He couldn't help it. He covered his mouth with both hands, his shoulders shook, and he almost laughed out loud.

Li Qingniu was depressed in his heart, when he happened to see Zhou Wei's appearance, he knew that he was laughing at him, Li Qingniu immediately got angry, stared at him, and reprimanded loudly:

"Why are you still standing here? Get out!"

"Yes."

Zhou Wei turned around and left, quickly left the backyard, found a corner where no one was, and laughed so loudly that he almost burst into tears.

In the back hall, Li Qingniu saw that Su Xian was "unscrupulous", so he had to give up for the time being and instead asked about "the inner working principle of the method to prevent the plague."

"This matter is very complicated, and I can't explain it clearly in a few words. This junior needs to prepare, and I hope the genius doctor will forgive me."

Su Xian passed it lightly again, which was intended to whet Li Qingniu's appetite.

Li Qingniu nodded, expressed understanding, and said:
"It doesn't matter. Su Xiaoyou has come all the way, so just stay in the valley for a while. When you are ready, we can have a good chat."

"Thank you, the miracle doctor, for your understanding..."

Su Xian stood up, with a solemn look on his face, and bowed before saying, "To be honest with the miracle doctor, I actually came to visit you this time because I have something to ask for."

"Oh?"

Li Qingniu was not surprised. He turned to look at Yang Zhilan and said, "For this girl's strange disease?"

Su Xian was stunned for a moment, and praised from the bottom of his heart: "The miracle doctor is really amazing. He can tell at a glance that Zhilan has an old disease, and he hasn't even checked her pulse yet!"

Li Qingniu smiled slightly, very satisfied with Su Xian's compliment. Then he stood up, calmed down, raised his finger and pointed at the picture of Confucius' apprenticeship on the wall, and asked:

"What do you think of this painting, little friend Su?"

He looked very proud, holding his head high, but from time to time he glanced at Su Xian vaguely, which meant: "You know I am so powerful, why don't you become a disciple?"

"This is a rare calligraphy painting... By the way, miracle doctor, please check Zhilan's pulse and treat her!"

Su Xian gave another long salute.

Li Qingniu twitched the corners of his mouth, causing his beard to tremble.

Su Xian still didn't want to go on the road, and he couldn't say it clearly, so he had to give up.

He sighed secretly, if he hadn't discovered a medical genius like Su Xian, and if it hadn't been for the inheritance of his medical skills, he wouldn't have done this at all!

But this is his lowest bottom line.

He is a miracle doctor and very arrogant. He cannot obviously ask Su Xian to become his disciple.

Rather than letting him completely lose his old face, he would definitely choose to let this magical medical skill be lost!
"Sit down here."

Li Qingniu finally shook his head, pointed to the chair next to him, and signaled Yang Zhilan to sit down.

He turned around, took down a small cushion from a wooden shelf, and placed it on the coffee table next to the chair.

This small soft cushion is called a "pulse pillow" and is placed under the patient's wrist during pulse diagnosis.

Yang Zhilan's breath froze. The opportunity she had dreamed of had now arrived, but she was lost in thought at this moment, and the excitement in her heart was beyond words.

Yan Dashan, Tang Shujing, Miss Qingxi and others were also filled with emotion. Looking back on the difficulties and obstacles along the way, they finally obtained the true scripture and saw the true Buddha...

"Zhilan, come here quickly."

Su Xian's voice sounded, bringing her back to reality.

She hurriedly walked over.

Su Xian was as excited as anyone else. Li Qingniu was about to diagnose and treat Yang Zhilan, and Yang Zhilan's old illness was about to be cured!

He endured the ecstasy in his heart, pulled Yang Zhilan and pressed her on the chair.

At this time, Li Qingniu just put the pulse pillow on the coffee table.

Su Xian couldn't wait, so he gently grabbed Yang Zhilan's little hand, smoothed down his sleeves, revealing his bony wrist, and gently placed it on the pulse pillow.

Li Qingniu sat down and pressed Yang Zhilan's pulse with two fingers, not lightly or hard, then closed his eyes and felt the pulse carefully.

There was a sudden silence in the back hall.

Not even the sound of breathing was heard.

Su Xian and others were afraid of disturbing Li Qingniu's pulse diagnosis.

After all, this matter was related to Yang Zhilan's life and safety, and they did not dare to be careless in the slightest.

A pair of eyes stared intently at Li Qingniu's face.

But Li Qingniu's expression never changed, making it impossible to tell whether the final result was good or bad.

Su Xian couldn't help but pray silently in his heart:

"With the help of Divine Doctor Li himself, Zhi Lan will be able to completely cure her old ailments!"

After a long time, Li Qingniu's eyes that had been closed for a long time suddenly opened, and the finger on Yang Zhilan's pulse was withdrawn, and the pulse diagnosis was completed!

"Miracle doctor, what's the result?" Su immediately asked in a low voice, fearing that the louder voice would affect the final diagnosis.

(End of this chapter)