Chapter 2769
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Lin Shaomin's younger brother, Lin Shaocong, is a delicate youth with a baby face.
Due to the torment of illness, his cheeks are sunken, his eyes are dark blue, and he looks pale and thin.
As early as when Lin Shaomin was talking to her parents, Mu Yan quietly grabbed the youth's hand to diagnose.
Lin Shaocong is also interesting. He obviously doesn't know Mu Yan.
His life gate on his wrist is grabbed, but he doesn't resist or cry out.
He just opens his big eyes and looks curiously at the girl with a light veil in front of him.
Mu Yan immediately realizes that Lin Shaocong's condition is not simple when she probes his pulse.
On the surface, it seems to be meridian atrophy.
But in fact, she can find that the root is in his dantian.
In the center of Lin Shaocong's dantian, there are wisps of black gas circling around, forming a cyclone.
Originally, this cyclone is still small, and Lin Shaocong's influence is equivalent to nothing.
But as the cyclone gets bigger and thicker.
Around the cyclone, countless black tentacle-like filaments float out and touch the wall of the dantian.
From the dantian, it gradually spreads to the meridians.
It is these black filaments that make Lin Shaocong's meridians gradually become fragile and withered from tough and fresh.
But if an ordinary doctor doesn't have a powerful divine sense like Mu Yan's, there is no way to probe a cultivator's dantian.
After all, the dantian is the most important and most heavily guarded place for every cultivator.
A little carelessness, and the Spiritual Energy in the dantian will cause a riot, it will backfire on the doctor, and both sides will suffer.
Therefore, they can only diagnose that Lin Shaocong's meridians are atrophied and broken.
But they don't know that the real root is not in the meridians, but in the dantian.
But even Mu Yan has no way to determine what the black cyclone that has occupied most of Lin Shaocong's dantian is.
It's not that there is no way to treat it, but it will take some effort.
While thinking, the deacon of Mu Le Pavilion has already led a group of people to the first "saintess" who is playing the Chinese harp.
"Miss Ya Shuang, these people are from the Lin clan of the Horton tribe. They are willing to offer the tenth rank elixir [Jade Muscle Flower], and ask you to save their son's life. "
The saintess called Ya Shuang casually glances at Lin Shaocong, who is lying on the stretcher, and says lightly: "Meridian atrophy?"
"Yes, yes! Lady Ya Shuang, you also know that meridian atrophy is not easy to treat. In our Cleansing Joy Pavilion, other than the Saintess and the Elders, only you have the ability to treat it. "
Hearing the deacon's flattery, Ya Shuang revealed a pleased and proud expression.
She took the Jade Muscle Flower and waved to Mr. and Mrs. Lin. "Bring the patient over!"
Lin Shaocong's father and mother nodded repeatedly. They bowed and were about to carry Lin Shaocong to the KongHou.
With just this bend, Lin Shaomin and Mu Yan's figures were revealed.
Ya Shuang's gaze swept over Mu Yan with some suspicion, but it didn't stop there. Instead, it directly fell on Lin Shaomin.
Her two thin eyebrows immediately furrowed. "You're from the tribe, why do you have such a strong aura from the outside world?"
Lin Shaomin was stunned.
"Holy Nun, Holy Nun, please calm down. My Min 'er went out to train for a period of time, hoping to increase his strength and contribute more to the tribe and the Cleansing Joy Pavilion. I've only recently returned home, so there's still a lot of aura from the outside world on me. "
Hearing Lin Fan's parents' explanation, Ya Shuang sneered.
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