Jing River Dragon King

"Brother Jin, no need to be so polite. This gold and silver means nothing to me. Please tell me in detail about your uncle's encounter with the ghost," Shen Luo said.

"No problem. When my uncle had his accident, he was cooking in the kitchen. I heard there seemed to have been some commotion near the Big Wild Goose Pagoda in the west of the city. Anyway, when I went to find him, he was crouching on the ground, trembling and muttering about ghosts. No matter how I called to him, I couldn't wake him!" Jin Buhuan said.

"Oh, did your uncle say what that ghost looked like?" Shen Luo pressed.

"No, he didn't." Jin Buhuan shook his head.

"How is your uncle doing now?" Shen Luo asked again.

"Ever since then, my uncle has been absent-minded. He just sits there blankly without speaking. We've seen several doctors, but none of them could help. Sigh..." Jin Buhuan sighed worriedly.

"I know a little medicine. Would you allow me to examine your uncle later?" Shen Luo raised his brows.

If his uncle had been harmed by a ghost, Shen Luo might be able to uncover some clues about it.

"You know medicine, sir?" Jin Buhuan looked at Shen Luo skeptically.

"Young brother, have you often felt soreness in your left shoulder lately? And numbness in your limbs at night?" Shen Luo swept Jin Buhuan with his Divine Sense, sensing that the flow of qi and blood through his left shoulder was somewhat obstructed. He smiled as he spoke.

"How did you know?" Jin Buhuan asked in astonishment.

"A physician observes, listens, questions, and takes the pulse. Many things can naturally be seen at a glance," Shen Luo said.

"You truly are a miracle doctor, sir. Please be sure to look at