Grassroots Immortality

Perhaps because he was injured too badly, or because he hadn't moved for too long, Lin Xian's legs and feet were completely out of his control.

After moving around in the house for a while, Lin Xian felt much better.

So, Lin Xian said, "Miss Shuangyue, can you take me to see your father so that I can understand his condition?"

Seeing that Lin Xian had improved slightly, Du Shuangyue was moved to think about treating her father.

"Brother Lin, you have just recovered from a serious illness and need more rest. Although your father's condition is already very serious..."

As soon as Du Shuangyue started to speak, she was interrupted by Lin Xian.

"It's okay. Since the village chief's condition is already very serious, the sooner the treatment is done, the better. I just want Miss Shuangyue to help Lin."

Seeing Lin Xian's indifferent expression, Du Shuangyue said no more. The human in front of her was definitely not an ordinary person. Although he was seriously injured, the aura he exuded was extremely powerful and confident.

So, Du Shuangyue put Lin Xian's right arm on her shoulder, helped Lin Xian limp, and slowly walked towards another room.

Although his legs and feet were out of control, Lin Xian could clearly feel that he kept moving, and the feeling in his legs and feet became stronger and stronger.

Walking more would also help him recover from his injuries.

When Du Shuangyue helped Lin Xian to another room, Xiaolan was feeding medicine to the village chief lying on the bed.

Lin Xian looked at the village chief, who was already dying, skinny, with a gray face, and no luster on his skin, as if his end was approaching.

Just a glance at the village chief, with Lin Xian's medical skills, he almost understood the village chief's condition.

You know, Lin Xian started to treat mortals when he was in his teens, and he inherited almost all of Old Huo's medical skills.

Look, smell, ask, and cut, Lin Xian almost only needs to complete the first step to understand the patient's condition clearly.

If he could use his spiritual consciousness, the matter would be much simpler, but he was no different from a mortal now, and could only use the medical skills he used when he was a mortal.

Even so, such an illness was not a serious illness for him.

It was just that his current physical condition made it impossible for him to give acupuncture to save people.

"The village chief's illness was caused by excessive worry in his daily life, and the problems that troubled the village chief seemed to have never been solved. After decades of accumulation, a large amount of turbid air had already accumulated in the village chief's internal organs."

"The meridians were blocked, the breath circulation was not smooth, the turbid air could not be discharged from the body, and the clear air could not enter the internal organs. Over time, the current situation was formed."

Lin Xian only took a look and told the cause of the village chief's illness. After listening to it, Du Shuangyue was also shocked.

She didn't know whether what Lin Xian said was correct, but over the years, she did see that her father had been frowning, as if he was worried about something.

Regardless of whether what Lin Xian said was correct, Du Shuangyue did not need to verify it.

Since she believed in Lin Xian, she should believe him unconditionally.

"Brother Lin, now that we know the cause of my father's illness, I wonder if my father can still be saved?"

Du Shuangyue looked at Lin Xian with hope, and asked the question that concerned him most.

"There is a cure, and it is very simple. As long as I recover a little, I can give the village chief acupuncture to open up the blocked meridians. When the meridians are unobstructed, the turbid air will naturally be slowly eliminated. With the help of medicine, the village chief will definitely recover in a month or two months."

"But this is only a temporary solution. If the village chief's worries are not relieved, his illness will definitely relapse!"

Hearing Du Shuangyue's question, Lin Xian also stated the result very straightforwardly.

Du Shuangyue was still very happy to hear Lin Xian's diagnosis. Even if it was a temporary solution, it was better than no treatment.

Ten days later, Lin Xian was finally able to move freely. Although he was still a little weak, he felt much better.

Daily exercise also increased Lin Xian's recovery speed a lot.

At this time, although Lin Xian felt that his body was still very weak, he was very satisfied to be able to save his life.

As long as he didn't die, he would be able to recover to his former peak one day.

Feeling that there was no problem with acupuncture, Lin Xian told Du Shuangyue that he was going to give acupuncture to the village chief and treat the village chief.

Hearing Lin Xian's words, Du Shuangyue quickly told Xiaolan to find Doctor Zhuo, because he was the only one in the village who had silver needles.

About a meal later, Xiaolan returned to the village chief's house again, and Doctor Zhuo came back with her.

Hearing that this human race wanted to use acupuncture to treat the village chief, Doctor Zhuo was surprised and felt bad.

Could it be that this human race wanted to harm the village chief?

But thinking about it, he felt that it shouldn't be. He knew the village chief's situation very well. If he was fine, he could still delay it for a year and a half. If he was not fine, it would only take half a year. Why did this person do it?

Could he really treat the village chief?

With curiosity, Doctor Zhuo followed Xiaolan to the village chief's house.

When the two arrived, they saw Lin Xian sitting beside the village chief's bed.

In order to confirm the village chief's condition, Lin Xian conducted a detailed examination of the village chief.

The result was still the same as the initial diagnosis.

Xiaolan handed the silver needle borrowed from Doctor Zhuo to Du Shuangyue, who then handed it to Lin Xian.

Just as Lin Xian took the silver needle, Doctor Zhuo's voice rang again.

"Boy, you'd better stop playing tricks. If you dare to harm the village chief, our warriors in Luoying Village will not let you go!"

Hearing Dr. Zhuo's threats, Lin Xian ignored them, took out a silver needle and pierced the village chief.

Lin Xian's movements were very smooth and skillful, and Dr. Zhuo's face kept changing as he watched.

Extremely exciting!

With just a cup of tea, Lin Xian completed the acupuncture and withdrew the silver needle. Lin Xian also observed the village chief's expression.

However, after just one meal, the village chief's complexion improved. At the same time, the village chief slowly opened his eyes and saw an unfamiliar face.

"Young man, thank you very much, Shuang'er. It's been a big thank you to you and Xiaolan during the time when my father was ill. Dr. Zhuo, thank you for treating me many times."

Seeing her father, who had been unconscious for a long time, speak, Du Shuangyue looked excited and couldn't stop her tears from flowing down.

Seeing the village chief speak, Dr. Zhuo looked shocked, and in his heart he admired Lin Xian's medical skills.

Xiaolan giggled happily, and at the same time replied: "Xiaolan doesn't work hard, Miss does!"

Seeing Xiaolan's silly look, Du Shuangyue broke into tears and laughed, and the village chief also smiled slightly.