Chapter 647

Xuanqing Daozhang's face grew solemn; he did not answer Zhuo Tie's question but forced a stream of magical power from his palm, casting a healing technique. As the power seeped into Gu Liangong's body, a layer of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.

This healing technique is fairly decent; in the past it could be used casually, but now his body, his internal dantian, even his recently condensed golden core, have all suffered backlash; after so long of cultivation, he has barely managed to recover a little magical power.

Casting this technique is still a heavy burden for him, but he doesn't mind; saving lives is accumulating yin virtue, and besides, Gu Liangong is an old acquaintance—though they hadn't interacted much before, seeing each other again inevitably brings joy, not to mention Gu Liangong was busy before and after Le Wenmao's funeral.

Frankly speaking, Le Wenmao's funeral was entirely organized by Gu Liangong.

When Gu Liangong encounters danger, how could he not extend a helping hand?

Unfortunately.

His healing technique can only alleviate the root of the illness, not eradicate it completely.

"Daozhang, are you alright?"

Zhuo Tie watched Xuanqing Daozhang cast a technique that seeped into Gu Liangong's body; his face and eyes were full of envy he could hardly hide. He had heard many stories of cultivators, and had once imagined how wonderful it would be if he himself were a cultivator, though he also knew it was impossible.

At this moment.

Seeing Xuanqing Daozhang's face somewhat pale, with a layer of sweat appearing on his forehead, he recalled hearing of some cultivator who, when casting a technique, might suffer some harm to himself, and couldn't help but voice his concern.

"I'm fine..."

Xuanqing Daozhang heavily exhaled a turbid breath; his gaze toward Gu Liangong was filled with sorrow he could hardly hide, which Zhuo Tie immediately noticed, prompting him to ask.

"Daozhang, it couldn't be, could it be that Uncle Gu has something wrong?"

Xuanqing Daozhang opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but for some reason the words at the tip of his tongue just wouldn't come out; he let out a slight sigh and changed his wording.

"My abilities are limited; I can't see what specific problem he has. Let him wake up and then see a professional doctor—maybe they can diagnose his problem and even cure his illness!"

His medical skill is limited, but he can still tell what's wrong with Gu Liangong; he just can't treat it. Although he doesn't know how skilled the doctors in Liangshui Town are, they're probably about the same as him, or maybe a bit better—they can see Gu Liangong's illness but likewise cannot cure it, only alleviate it, letting Gu Liangong live another year or two.

Zhuo Tie is no fool; how could he fail to hear the meaning in Xuanqing Daozhang's words? Moreover, he had already noticed the fleeting sorrow in Xuanqing Daozhang's eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, but his words ultimately turned into a heavy sigh.

"Daozhang, I understand. I'll urge Uncle Gu to see a doctor when he wakes up!"

"No way, is my master's medical skill really that bad?" Not far away, Wang Ping'an, who was watching the commotion, heard Xuanqing Daozhang's words, felt a jolt in his heart, and couldn't help but mutter a complaint. However, after thinking it over, relying on his talent: Diagnosis, he could see Gu Liangong's physical condition, recalling Gu Liangong's illness's root, his master being a cultivator perhaps had some medical knowledge, but ultimately wasn't a proper doctor, so being unable to provide Gu Liangong with a treatment method is perfectly normal; he thought to himself.

"Perhaps it's not that my master's medical skill is bad, but rather my talent: Diagnosis combined with my talent: Prescription is too effective, making my master's medical skill seem inadequate?"

He thought that way, but Wang Ping'an still couldn't help being curious; just how powerful are his two talents in the Cultivation realm—Diagnosis and Prescription? He plans to, after Gu Liangong awakens, secretly follow him to see how the doctor treats him and whether a treatment plan can be devised.

"What's wrong with me?"

A weak voice sounded, drawing the gazes of Xuanqing Daozhang and Zhuo Tie. Looking down, they saw Gu Liangong in Zhuo Tie's embrace slowly open his eyes, glance around, realize his current situation, and give a bitter smile.

"I'm old and useless; after just a little busying around, I only do some talk, haven't even done any heavy labor, can't even keep up, and I can faint—probably not long left to live!"

"Uncle Gu, who doesn't know that you say such things? Your physique is the best on this street—let alone peers your age, even your juniors hardly anyone can outlast you. Moreover, over the years you've done many good deeds; a good person like you will surely live to a ripe old age!"

Zhuo Tie struggled to hold back tears; he is a grateful person. Over the years, Gu Liangong has taken good care of him—when his family encountered difficulties, it's not that everything relied solelyly on Gu Liangong's help, but at least half was thanks to him. He especially respects Gu Liangong, and changed the subject.

"I think you haven't slept well; why don't I accompany you to see Doctor Zhao for some tonics?"

"Medicine is three parts poison; I'm not sick, what medicine would I take..."

Gu Liangong snorted and laughed, his words not yet finished, when he suddenly noticed Zhuo Tie's odd expression; Zhuo Tie, ultimately not an actor, couldn't hide his joy, and was quickly noticed by Gu Liangong, who frowned.

"Zhuo Tie, tell me the truth—am I really having a problem?"

"Uncle Gu, don't scare yourself..."

Zhuo Tie unwilling to admit, still wanting to deny, but before he could finish speaking, Gu Liangong ignored him, turned his head to look at Xuanqing Daozhang, and asked.

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"Daozhang, tell me the truth—is my body really suffering a major problem?"

Xuanqing Daozhang said calmly: "Gu Liangong, although we haven't seen each other in many years, if you still have an impression of me, you should know I don't like studying medicine; whether your body has a problem or not, how could I possibly know? If you think your body has a problem, why not go see a doctor?"

"Fine, I'll go see a doctor right now!"

Gu Liangong snorted, rose but had taken only a few steps when he suddenly halted, turned his head to look at Xuanqing Daozhang, and pleaded: "Daozhang, before I go see a doctor, may I ask you for a favor?"

Zhuo Tie urged: "Uncle Gu, whatever it is, we can talk about it after you see the doctor—there's no rush!"

He couldn't fail to guess—Gu Liangong must know he has a problem, and a serious one at that; making such a plea before Xuanqing Daozhang, nine times out of ten he is preparing to ask Xuanqing Daozhang to act as a ritual master at his funeral to perform Soul Salvation for his departed spirit; how could he dare let Gu Liangong's wish come true?

(End of chapter)