"Master, I'm back," Pang Yi said happily. He opened the door, drove the carriage in, and opened the door. He looked at Gu Changlin inside with a big smile on his face, "Mr. Gu, let me help you get out of the carriage."
"Who needs your help? Do I look like an old man who can't even walk?!" Gu Changlin showed his disgust. He slapped Pang Yi's hand away and jumped off the carriage. He didn't look like an old man in his seventies. He didn't look like an old man who had drunk more than a pound of Shaodaozi.
Pang Yi couldn't help but give Gu Changlin a thumbs up: "Mr. Gu, you are in great health!"
"Compared to others praising me for my strong body, I actually like to hear people praise me for my big heart." Gu Changlin glared at Pang Yi unceremoniously. While looking around the simple courtyard, he asked Pang Yi with his hands on his waist, "Your master lives in such a shabby place? Where is he?"
"Mr. Gu, please come this way." Pang Yi was busy taking Gu Changlin's medicine box from the carriage. He led Gu Changlin to the door attentively, "Mr. Gu, please follow me into the room."
Gu Changlin followed Pang Yi into the room. As soon as he entered the room, Gu Changlin couldn't help frowning. After passing through the outer hall and entering the bedroom, and seeing Zhong Mingwei sitting on the kang, Gu Changlin's brows were twisted together.
"Mr. Gu, this is the head of the family," Pang Yi put the medicine box on the table and introduced him to Gu Changlin, and then he was busy introducing him to Zhong Mingwei, "Sir, this is the most famous Gu Changlin in Yanshe, Mr. Gu."
Zhong Mingwei was busy bowing and greeting Gu Changlin: "Mr. Gu..."
"Remove that word 'old' from your name." Gu Changlin suddenly interrupted Zhong Mingwei, and in front of Zhong Mingwei's surprised eyes, the boss unceremoniously sat down on the kang. He squinted his eyes and looked at Zhong Mingwei's face, from forehead to chin, and from chin to forehead, without saying a word for a long time, and his expression became more and more solemn.
Zhong Mingwei couldn't figure out Gu Changlin's temper and didn't know what he was doing. He immediately looked at Pang Yi behind Gu Changlin. Pang Yi was busy waving at Zhong Mingwei, indicating that it was okay and told him not to be too surprised.
"There's something wrong with you..." Gu Changlin spoke slowly after a while. This time his tone was not as carefree as before, but very serious. He stared at Zhong Mingwei's face for a while, until Zhong Mingwei felt uneasy. Gu Changlin then spoke again, "Give me your hand."
"Yes." Zhong Mingwei quickly extended his hand and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his slightly pale wrist.
Gu Changlin placed his fingers on Zhong Mingwei's pulse and felt it carefully without saying anything for a long time. He squinted his eyes, stared at Zhong Mingwei's face, and felt his pulse. He felt like this for a whole cup of tea before he withdrew his hand.
"Mr. Gu, is there anything wrong with my pulse?" Zhong Mingwei was very nervous. He asked Mr. Gu to come over to check his leg injury, but as soon as he came in, he didn't check his legs. Instead, he stared at his face for a long time. He also took his pulse for such a long time, so he naturally felt a little uneasy.
"Excuse me, your pulse is a little strange," Gu Changlin said, shaking his head slightly. "I can't tell you what's strange about it, but I think I've seen this kind of pulse before. Let me think about it."
"Yes, thank you sir," Zhong Mingwei hurriedly thanked him, and stretched out his leg and said to Gu Changlin, "Mr. Gu, please take a look at my leg again. My knee is always..."
Gu Changlin waved his hand at him, signaling him not to say anything more. Zhong Mingwei was so busy that he kept silent. Then he watched Gu Changlin put his hand on his knee, gently touched it a few times, took out a silver needle from the medicine box and inserted it into his knee. Then he took out the silver needle and brought it to his nose to sniff it.
"Your leg is an old injury, at least a year old," Gu Changlin said to Zhong Mingwei as he wiped the silver needle with a handkerchief, "Are you anxious to recover?"
"Yes, yes," Zhong Mingwei nodded impatiently, "I was seriously injured at the beginning of last year, and I haven't been able to stand up since then. I have been bedridden, so I was very worried. Around Double Ninth Festival, I was able to stand with the help of the wall, and later I was able to walk a few steps slowly, but I needed someone to help me. But I got a new injury a few days ago, and my knee has been swollen ever since, and it has never gone down."
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