Chapter 11 Anything is fine! I'll do anything you ask me to do!
After arriving at the medical clinic, Jiang Qingyi found the female deacon named "Chen Yun".
Jiang Qingyi actually doesn't like Chen Yun.
During an out mission, the master saved Chen Yun.
After that, Chen Yun came to Linggan Peak from time to time.
Even a blind man can see that Chen Yun likes her master!
What made Jiang Qingyi a little angry but helpless was.
Master is a good man and is gentle to everyone.
And every time the master was not feeling well and went to the clinic for treatment, he would look for Chen Yun.
Although Chen Yun is a good person, Jiang Qingyi just doesn't like her.
Especially when she got closer to her master, Jiang Qingyi disliked her more!
If it wasn't for the purpose of resolving the doubts in her heart, Jiang Qingyi would never have come here.
"call"
Taking a deep breath, Jiang Qingyi stepped into the medical room where Chen Yun was.
When the door opened, Chen Yun was taking the pulse of a monk.
Chen Yun raised her head, and when she saw Jiang Qingyi, she was also stunned.
As a woman, how could Chen Yun not feel Qingyi's hostility towards her?
Even Chen Yun knew very well why Qingyi was hostile to her.
"Fellow Daoist, you were struck by the Mysterious Nether Palm. Although you expelled the cold energy in time, your Tianxue Meridian and Xinshan Meridian were still slightly damaged. Fortunately, they are not seriously damaged.
I have written a few prescriptions for you, and you can just go to the lobby to get the medicine.
During this period, fellow Daoist, please do not go on any missions and rest peacefully."
"Okay, thank you, Doctor Chen." The man stood up, bowed to her, and walked out with the prescription.
Jiang Qingyi closed the door, frowned, walked over with a bad look, and sat in front of Chen Yun.
"What's wrong with Sister Jiang? Are you feeling unwell?" Chen Yun asked with a smile.
"I'm in good health." Jiang Qingyi said coldly, "I came here to ask you about my master's condition!"
Chen Yun frowned: "Has Xiao Mo's injury worsened?"
"Yes." Jiang Qingyi nodded. "Master's health is getting worse and worse. His face is as pale as paper. I can even feel his life force is getting weaker and weaker."
"Wait a minute."
Chen Yun quickly stood up, walked to the medicine cabinet, took out a medicine bottle and handed it to Jiang Qingyi.
"What is this?" Jiang Qingyi asked after taking the medicine bottle.
"This bottle of medicine is called Tianling Pill. I made it myself. Maybe it can alleviate your master's injuries a little." Chen Yun's eyes flashed with loneliness. "Tomorrow morning, I will go to Linggan Peak and show your master again."
"What's going on with my master's body? Is it really because he was beaten by someone and his bones were damaged that he is in this state today?
But your medical skills are obviously not the best. If the injury really affects the bones, my master will definitely look for the head of the medical hall!
Why does Master always come to you to treat his illness?
Are you hiding something from me? "
Jiang Qingyi held the medicine bottle tightly, staring at Chen Yun intently.
"Your master is indeed not just injured, but I won't tell you the reason." Chen Yun said calmly.
"Tell me!" Jiang Qingyi's tone was murderous.
Chen Yun shook her head. "I wanted to tell you, too, because I think your master is being very irresponsible to himself by doing this, but I promised your master that I wouldn't reveal a single word to you."
"Zheng!"
A flash of sword light flashed before Chen Yun's eyes.
In an instant, the tip of the Xuanshuang sword was pointing at Chen Yun's neck.
"It's useless even if you kill me." Chen Yun's eyes showed no sign of compromise. "I said I won't tell you, and if you knew about this, I don't think you would be able to accept it."
Jiang Qingyi bit her thin lips tightly, and stretched out the long sword in her hand. The sharp tip of the sword pierced Chen Yun's skin, and bright red blood slowly flowed down her neck.
But Chen Yun still didn't say a word, just looked at Jiang Qingyi calmly.
"Bang!"
Jiang Qingyi swung her sword to the side, and a medicine jar exploded.
The black potion gradually spread along the cracks in the wooden floor.
The two stared at each other for a long time before Jiang Qingyi finally said, "How long can my master live?"
"Thirty years," Chen Yun said, "Your master only has thirty years left to live, or maybe even less."
"Thirty years, thirty years. How is this possible?"
Jiang Qingyi took two steps back, her eyes flickering, and her hand holding the sword trembling slightly.
For mortals, thirty years is indeed not a short time; it can even be said to be very long.
But for a monk, what is the difference between thirty years and three months?
There are so many things I haven’t said to Master, and so many things I haven’t done with Master.
"impossible!"
Jiang Qingyi suddenly raised his head and pointed the sword at Chen Yun's eyebrows again.
"Liar! You must be lying to me! My master is a great cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage! He has a lifespan of at least three thousand years! And he's only in his early thirties now! How could he only live for thirty years!"
Chen Yun looked straight into Jiang Qingyi's eyes, without saying a word, just looking at her quietly.
Jiang Qingyi bit her thin lips tightly, her pearly teeth had already bitten through her tender lips, and blood flowed from the corners of the girl's mouth.
After three breaths, Jiang Qingyi dropped the sword in her hand like a deflated ball.
She knew that Chen Yun did not lie to her.
Chen Yun likes her master, and she would not joke about her master's life.
As a medical monk, she couldn't possibly make such a joke.
"What on earth happened to Master?"
Jiang Qingyi's eyes had lost all their color, and were even a little dark, as if she was broken.
But as soon as Jiang Qingyi finished asking, she sneered a few times: "I'm so stupid, I actually asked you. You won't say anything, right?"
"Sorry." Looking at the girl in front of her, Chen Yun could understand her very well.
Chen Yun knew the relationship between Jiang Qingyi and Xiao Mo.
If it weren't for Xiao Mo, Jiang Qingyi might still be wandering the streets, starving to death one day.
It was Xiao Mo who saved her, taught her how to practice, and made her a world-famous swordsman.
To her, Xiao Mo is the most important person in the world.
"Is there any way to save my master?" Jiang Qingyi raised her head and looked at Chen Yun almost pleadingly. "Any way is fine! I'll do anything you ask me to do!"
"There's no other way," Chen Yun shook her head. "I've tried everything."
Chen Yun sighed: "Qingyi, you are the most important person in his life. Please spend more time with him in the days to come."
(End of this chapter)
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