"You little brat, won't you shut up? Do you still remember how Fellow Daoist Qian, his junior brother, and your master joined forces... yet still spent the time it took to burn a stick of incense just to finish examining your meridians? They even made you suffer until you wished you were dead! Fellow Daoist Xia finished examining them in an instant. If he doesn't act, fine—but if he does, how could his efforts come to nothing?" Ziyang Zhen hurriedly scolded her, leaving the girl looking displeased. But that was only dissatisfaction; considering the state of her body, it was already quite good.
When illness ravaged the body and caused endless agony, anyone would instinctively feel the urge to vent their temper, let alone an old man like Ziyang Zhen, whose temper was hardly mild. He was, after all, an old Daoist from the Dao Alliance with a prominent nose—and an old fox to boot.
"It seems Fellow Daoist Ziyang has finished examining her together with the other fellow Daoists. Why don't we compare our meridian-flow diagrams, then discuss your disciple's condition?" I said as I took out a jade tablet and pressed it to my forehead. Then I directly copied the girl's meridian diagram onto the tablet and handed it to Ziyang Zhen.
Ziyang Zhen hurriedly pulled a yellowed jade tablet from his sleeve—one that had clearly been handled countless times—and passed it to me with an embarrassed smile. "I forgot for a moment just now. I should have given Fellow Daoist Xia my disciple's meridian-flow diagram first. Well... I'm getting old, so my memory isn't what it used to be..."
"No matter. Even if I had seen it, I would still have needed to examine it myself to know for certain." I cursed the old fox inwardly. He