Passing on the Lamp of the Buddha's Heart: Wu Song Infused with Spiritual Power; the Emergency Headband Is Developed! (Continued)

"Respectfully inviting—

Great Medicine King Sun Simiao!"

ROAR!

A low, majestic tiger's roar exploded out of thin air within the quiet room.

Immediately after.

A medicinal fragrance so rich it seemed impossible to disperse instantly filled the air.

With just one breath.

Wei E felt his mind clear, and even the cold, aching numbness in his left arm seemed to ease somewhat.

Amid shifting radiance.

A Daoist clad in a blue cloth daoist robe slowly emerged, riding a fierce tiger with upturned eyes and a white brow.

His face was kindly, his hair white yet his complexion youthful, his eyes as profound as the stars.

He held a string of golden needles in one hand, with a purple-gold medicine gourd hanging from his waist.

That entrance—riding a tiger with medicinal light at his back.

Left both Wei E and Lu Wenshu staring in stunned silence.

Sun Simiao drifted down to the ground, walked before Wei E, and gave a slight Daoist salute.

"This official, this daoist offers his greetings."

Lu Wenshu murmured curiously from the side, "Official? That's quite an old-fashioned form of address."

Lin Chen smiled.

"Divine Doctor Sun is from the Great Tang.

Wei E is the director of the Security Bureau, equivalent to a high-ranking court official in ancient times.

Calling him 'official' is perfectly fitting."

"I'll have to trouble you, Divine Doctor."

Wei E did not dare put on airs. He hurriedly rose to return the greeting, then openly extended his left hand.

Sun Simiao did not touch it directly.

With a flick of his finger.

Several red threads flew out like spirit snakes, precisely winding around Wei E's wrist.

Thread Pulse Diagnosis!

A moment later.

Sun Simiao's two long longevity brows drew together slightly.

"Tsk."

The old Daoist shook his head and sighed.

"Sir, your