But the pulse is completely undesirable.

Yun Qingyi was about to ask something, but saw Emperor Xiu leaning lazily against the railing, and his tone was faint: "Have you accepted an apprentice recently?"

Yun Qingyi nodded: "Medical skills must be inherited."

"Go and do your business, I don't need to worry about it." Emperor Xiu said, "I don't have to come here in the future."

Yun Qingyi frowned: "But he is a doctor, and he must not ignore it when encountering difficult and complicated diseases."

"This is not a difficult problem," Emperor Xiu said, "You can't find anything."

When Yun Qingyi heard this, she stared at Emperor Xiu's abnormal pale face with obvious exploration in her eyes.

But in the end, he was sent away by Emperor Xiu's tough sternly.

However, Yun Qingyi was obviously a persistent person. When she went back, she began to search through medical books and insisted on finding a solution to this difficult and complicated disease. She would come every three or two days to check the Emperor Xiu's pulse.

Because the imperial cultivator was not willing to cooperate - the remaining power accumulated over the years was still there, with just a faint look, Yun Qingyi dared not be arrogant anymore.

So due to the discooperation of his pavilion master, Yun Qingyi could only ask Qin Shang. Sometimes the two chatted for half an hour. Of course, most of the time he spent chatting around Qin Shang, asking around, asking around, asking the pavilion master how he eats and sleeps. In addition to his pale face, whether there are any other symptoms.

Qin Shang's reaction was too calm. Although he answered one by one, Yun Qingyi couldn't help but feel suspicious.

The Pavilion Master had a little bit of something before, and Qin Shang was worried as if the sky had collapsed, but now he has a completely different reaction?

Could it be that the Pavilion Master is really nothing serious?

"Didn't you say before that the master's body is nothing?"

Yun Qingyi came back to her senses: "It was indeed nothing before, but now the situation is different."

Qin Shang's tone was faint: "What's the difference?"

Yun Qingyi looked at Qin Shang suspiciously: "Young Master won't hide anything from me?"

Qin Shang glanced at him and turned and left: "Don't come over again in the future. The master is not sick. You can't figure out anything no matter how you study it."

Yun Qingyi stroked her chin and stared at his back thoughtfully.

What did the Pavilion Master and Master Qin hide from him?

The climate on the mountain became colder and colder. Qin Shang took out the wolf fur cloak of Emperor Xiu early on. However, even with the cloak, Emperor Xiu's body could be seen to be much thinner, his face was always white, and his lips gradually lost their blood.

The whole person looks like an ice sculpture.

Starting from November, coughing up blood from time to time seems to be common, but apart from this, there are no other obvious symptoms of discomfort.

"The snow this year came early." Di Xiu sat leaning against the window and looking at the white snow scene outside. The fire brazier was lit in the house, and his body was warm. "I may not be able to survive this winter."

Jiuwei, dressed in white, heard this as soon as he walked to the door. He paused slightly, then walked in and bowed to greet him: "Father, Daddy Shang."

Qin Shang turned to look at him, glanced at his thin clothes, and frowned: "Why are you wearing such a little clothes?"

He probably forgot that most people who practice martial arts are not afraid of the cold, especially Jiuwei has a high level of cultivation and only wears light robe all year round.

Thirty years ago, he and the imperial cultivator both had such a way of wearing it.
Chapter completed!