Leng Suxin led them into an elegant Bamboo House, approached a small table, and gracefully took a seat.
Seeing this, Chun Xiaobai sat straight down opposite her without another word, thrust out his blood-smeared hand, and urged her anxiously.
"Quick! Give this... Senior Brother a proper examination!"
Leng Suxin had always followed one rule when treating patients: if observation, listening, questioning, and pulse diagnosis could resolve an illness, she would never make physical contact with the patient. After all, men and women should keep their distance.
She merely said softly.
"Open your mouth."
"Huh!" Why did this feel just like seeing an old traditional physician in my previous life?
Chun Xiaobai muttered inwardly, but obediently opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue.
Leng Suxin examined him intently, and her delicate brows furrowed again.
"This certainly isn't poisoning."
But if it was not poisoning, why would his nose not stop bleeding?
She could tell that Chun Xiaobai's cultivation was considerable. At his level, he should have been perfectly capable of circulating his spiritual power to seal his blood vessels and stop the bleeding.
Yet Chun Xiaobai's condition clearly went beyond a simple nosebleed.
After a moment's hesitation, she said, "Hold out your hand."
Chun Xiaobai immediately extended his thick wrist like an obedient little child.
Leng Suxin slowly reached out her slender, jade-like fingers and rested them on it.
The instant her soft, seemingly boneless hand touched Chun Xiaobai's wrist, he felt a jolt of electricity shoot straight from his wrist to the crown of his head!
The nosebleed they had just plugged instantly spurted through the gaps between his and Fang Yuan's fingers again!
Fortunately, he reacted quickly, pressing down hard with his hand and forcibly stopping it again.
Meanwhile, the instant Leng Suxin touched his wrist, her heart