Chapter 1181 I Recognize Him

The doctor personally saw the mother and daughter off, and even gave them two hawthorn pills before they left.

Song Chunxue said to Wuyou, "Follow them, throw them a bag of silver, and leave a note. Don't scare them."

[This is going too far! You're going too far! What makes me look like someone who leaves notes? Tell me, what sword can write calligraphy?]

"Then let's go again tonight. I'll write a note."

"I give up! If I were that good, I'd be in heaven by now!" Wuyou said smugly, adding, "But I can carve words on the wall!"

Hey, wait...

Before she could finish speaking, Song Chunxue saw Wuyou's departing figure.

This sword has become invisible.

Song Chunxue was the only patient left in the clinic. Before turning around, she checked her pulse and didn't notice anything unusual.

But as she sat on the stool opposite the doctor, the doctor stroked his beard and gave her a troubled look.

Oh no, could it be that they've been poisoned with some terrible poison?

Song Chunxue immediately reached out her hand.

The doctor placed his hand on her wrist, closed his eyes, and frowned slightly.

It looks like things aren't going well.

Song Chunxue quickly thought through what she should do first after leaving the house if she really was going to die soon.

But her mind was a complete mess, she had no clue what to do.

She took a deep breath, adjusted her breathing, and thought that she must have a bowl of cold noodles in fermented vegetable broth. The noodles must be made with wheat flour, and there must be plenty of sesame oil and chives. It would be even better if she could also have some chili oil.

As she thought about it, she swallowed.

It's been so hot lately, so unbearably hot, I can't even sweat, it's really uncomfortable.

She didn't eat much of the fermented noodle soup.

In the past, when we were farming, this period of time was always filled with rice porridge for breakfast and dinner, made with buckwheat, glutinous rice, and black flour, along with porridge and dumplings. The rice porridge vat was often filled with soup and vegetables.

"You're in good health. Have you eaten anything unclean recently?"

The doctor's words pulled Song Chunxue back from her thoughts: "The breakfast this morning might not have been clean."

She was certain that it was that old Taoist priest who was behind it all.

By the way, she's still in seclusion this Dragon Boat Festival. Right now, she's craving sweet fermented rice, preferably boiled in water, chilled in a cellar, and then sweetened with rock sugar. Drinking it in the afternoon would be so refreshing.

Oh right, don't forget to eat some watermelon. She'll definitely go out and buy a few later, no matter how far away.

She would be disappointed if she couldn't have it.

If she has enough time, she must go to Dingxi to eat hand-pulled rice noodles. Whether it's seasoned with fermented vegetable broth or vinegar, she has to have a bowl.

Thinking this, her mouth watered, and she couldn't help but swallow several mouthfuls of saliva.

"Don't be nervous, it's not a big problem, but there's something in your body. If I'm not mistaken, it's a Gu, a Gu from the Western Regions."

Song Chunxue looked up instantly, her heart sinking back into her stomach.

"You mean I'm not going to die?"

The doctor laughed, "The person who uses Gu poison does so for control. If they wanted you to die, they would have just poisoned you. Gu poison is so difficult to raise."

Staring at his smooth, white beard, Song Chunxue quickly asked, "Then can you cure me?"

“Judging from your unusual physique and aura, you must be a cultivator. If you follow my method, the Gu worms can be forced out, but the process will be very painful and lengthy.” The doctor pondered for a moment, “There is also a very simple method.”

"Please state your opinion, sir, and I can accept it."

"If we can find the person who cast the Gu, obtain the mother Gu from him, and kill it with medicine, the Gu worms in your body will naturally die," the doctor said in a drawn-out, low voice. "This Gu is very strange; it's different from any I've seen before."

Song Chunxue tapped the table. "As long as I don't die for now, I will find the mother Gu eventually. Please don't worry."

"If you can find the mother Gu within ten days, come here and I will draw out the offspring Gu for you." As he said this, the doctor stroked his beard again. "I have seen this Gu before. That person only uses this Gu on the wealthy and powerful. After all, this Gu is worth a thousand gold pieces."

Song Chunxue laughed, "Then my life is quite valuable."

It seems that this doctor might know the old Taoist priest.

She took out a purse. "How much is the consultation fee?"

"You can pay whatever you think is appropriate, or settle the payment next time you come." The old gentleman carefully examined Song Chunxue. "Judging from your appearance, you don't seem to be short of money."

Song Chunxue liked hearing this.

Hearing this for the first time, she found it novel and delightful, and immediately took out a stack of silver ingots and placed them on the table.

The boy fetching the medicine stared wide-eyed and exclaimed "Wow!"

"Seeing your kind heart, sir, treating those poor people for free, this can't go on forever. I hope you can hold on a little longer." As she spoke, Song Chunxue took out two more gold nuggets. If she weren't afraid of attracting trouble, she might have taken out even more.

The old doctor smiled as he looked at the gold and silver on the table, then stood up, cupped his hands in thanks, and said, "Thank you, righteous man."

He raised his hand and said, "Please sit down."

"Since you're so generous, then I'll tell you about the person who cast the curse on you. He's a dirty old Taoist priest, isn't he?"

Song Chunxue nodded. "You know him?"

“I know him. He’s been here for many years,” the old doctor said, getting up and pouring Song Chunxue a cup of tea from the teapot, placing it in front of her. “He has a problem. If someone stronger than him shows up here to help ordinary people, he’ll suspect you have ulterior motives.”

Song Chunxue laughed, "Don't tell me you think we're heretical cultivators?"

“However, I came for my son,” she said with no small amount of pride. “The county magistrate here is my third son. I came because I knew he was in trouble.”

The old doctor looked at her face again. "I guess he came for the good stuff on you. As soon as you stepped in, I sensed that you were carrying three different spiritual senses."

These words filled her with awe; it seemed he was also a cultivator.

"That's right, sir, you are very perceptive. Are you also a cultivator?"

"If I didn't cultivate myself, how could I dare to give acupuncture to that group of people? I might die before them." Apart from his hair showing signs of age, the old doctor's complexion and energy were no different from those of a young man, and he spoke with a strong voice.

"Then how do I find that old Taoist priest? The other two divine senses can't track him either."

The old doctor smiled slightly, "Go back and wait. He'll be anxious, even more anxious than you are about why you haven't made a move. He might even be afraid it will really cost you your life."

Song Chunxue took out a bundle of licorice from her spatial storage. "I grew it myself. You can take it and use it."

"Okay, thank you." The old doctor patted the licorice root, which looked quite good. "You're quite capable; you grow better than I do."

“That piece of land is suitable.” Song Chunxue stood up. “May I ask your surname?”

"My surname is Cao," the old doctor said, tossing her a medicine bottle. "Take two pills when you get home, or you'll have nightmares tonight."

It has this function too?

Song Chunxue suddenly became quite curious about the two elderly people.

"You were the ones who carried out the major events that happened recently, weren't you? Your courage is commendable, I admire you." The old doctor casually pointed at her, "You are a disciple of Lingyun Mountain, I recognize you."