C672 A Grandmaster Physician
C672 A Grandmaster Physician
"In the past, your body was extremely good. A martial artist's body can also be restored by tumbling in blood and fire, but now that you're old, the inadequacies of the wound treatment back then are revealed."
"If my guess is correct, when you were injured by the sword back then, there was simply no medicine to treat it. Instead, you fell asleep for a few days and then used your cultivation to force the poison out. Then, you did not treat it again and allowed it to heal itself."
"You are a big shot of the Iron Palm Gang. Originally, you should have found a few excellent doctors to treat you. It's nothing. The reason why you didn't manage it was because the situation was critical at that time. After you used your martial art to force out the venom, you started to chase after and hurt your opponent. That left a hidden danger behind. "
"It should have been two or three years ago, when your wound was torn open again. Even though it had undergone precise treatment, it still did not cure the root cause. You are now a Grandmaster, so you do not care about this wound at all. Because you feel that your body is still fine, don't you?"
"What's so special about this wound? If a martial artist doesn't suffer a bit of injury, then they can't be called a true martial artist." Indeed, Qiu Gongcheng had a relaxed look on his face. He did not seem to mind at all.
"But if you don't cure your roots, you will die today next year." Qin Lang wasn't joking at all, he said in a serious tone.
Qiu Gongcheng's facial expression changed. He really didn't care about it at first. This was an old injury from more than 20 years ago. He didn't feel any discomfort for so many years. Instead, he looked like a child with white hair. He was over 80 years old and his face was in his 50s. There was not even a trace of wrinkles on his face. How could he die next year?
People like them in the Pugilistic World were not particularly close to Western medicine, but Qiu Gongcheng was different. He had personally gone to a high-level hospital and used Western medicine scientific instruments to evaluate his body. The data was very beautiful.
However, Qin Lang's words could not be underestimated. He just took the pulse and told everyone about the illness that he had been suffering from for most of his life. His analysis was all right, as if he had come in person. That was why he was shocked.
His injuries were top secret in Iron Palm Gang. Those who knew about his injuries now had grass growing on their graves. He had long gotten rid of them, so it was impossible for Qin Lang to know that he had been injured.
It wasn't an exaggeration to say that he was a divine doctor. Qiu Gongcheng's expression turned solemn. He understood that Qin Lang wasn't that simple.
Qiu Gongcheng had always disapproved of the fact that he had left behind the root of his illness. He even felt proud of it. However, there had indeed been an outbreak a few years ago. After the treatment, he didn't pay any attention to it anymore. How could a Grandmaster have a strange feeling about a small injury and then take a bunch of medicine to treat it? Qiu Gongcheng was very disdainful.
After the previous year, this injury did not relapse and his body had always been good. There were no abnormalities with the scar, but Qin Lang said that his life was in danger. Whether it was a true judgment or a different intention, Qiu Gongcheng was still thinking about it in his heart.
No matter what, Qin Lang's medical skills were really brilliant, so there was no harm in asking. Qiu Gongcheng narrowed his eyes and asked, "Young Hero Qin, you are indeed extraordinary. You just took my pulse and told me about my physical condition in detail."
"You are right. There was no mistake. It's just that Young Hero Qin's words are too serious. You have seen my current body shape. I believe that if we martial artists cultivate well, it is not difficult for us martial artists to live up to 100 years old. How can we not be alive?"
Qiu Gongcheng laughed coldly. "Could it be that you still remember your personal grudge and deliberately threatened me? That is against the medical path. Doctors are benevolent. Even the captives on the battlefield will be treated. Am I right? "
Qiu Gongcheng's words were very reasonable. After he finished speaking, he stared at Qin Lang, wanting to see if Qin Lang was threatening him.
However, there was no expression on Qin Lang's face. "In the winter of the previous year, your wound relapsed. In fact, it worsened. At that time, you did not care. Now, it has reached the relapse period. The condition will worsen. It's just that you do not know."
"Just wait. The wound will immediately rupture. The original wound will be torn open again. If Mr. Qiu comes back to treat me at that time, I won't force him to come back to the Spring Hall. I will welcome him at that time."
As he spoke, Qin Lang picked up a piece of paper and tore it with a hiss. He then tore it again and again.
Finally, he threw a pile of rotten paper onto the table and said, "Next year, your wound will repeatedly flare up. It will tear and close again, close and tear again. In the end, it will become like this. You just watch. I have finished my words."
After saying that, Qin Lang did not speak anymore. He looked at Qiu Gongcheng indifferently. He meant that if there was nothing else, he would treat Qiu Gongcheng.
How could Qiu Gongcheng be willing to leave? His eyelids jumped. "You mean, when the time comes, my wound will be like this piece of paper. After tearing it open, it will become tiny pieces?"
He did not want to believe it, because his body was clearly very good, but Qin Lang's medical skills did exist. His expression could not help but become serious.
"That's right!" Qin Lang said, but he wasn't very patient. "Only I can see the current situation. Didn't Bianque say something about Duke Qi Huan back then? What kind of illness is it?"
Qiu Gongcheng immediately understood. Bianque's meeting with Duke Cai Huan was a warning to those who refused to treat their illness.
"I've said it before. In the past, you didn't treat it properly. If you don't treat it now, the wound will collapse. If you doubt my medical skills or my character, then please, I won't let you live."
Qin Lang's expression was cold. He threw the rotten paper into the paper basket and shut his mouth.
Qiu Gongcheng fell into deep thought, but it was only for a moment. He said, "Young Hero Qin, don't be angry. I didn't mean that. I mean, my body is already very good..."
"You still don't believe me, but you are also worried, right? Mr. Qiu, only I can see your illness, and only I can cure it. Don't worry."
Qin Lang said and poured a glass of water for Qiu Gongcheng. His eyes revealed a trace of goodwill. He could see that Qiu Gongcheng's wariness towards him was somewhat lowered.
Qiu Gongcheng felt this kindness and his heart warmed. A trace of light flashed in his eyes. "Then, Young Hero Qin, can you take a look at my condition? How should I deal with it?"
A grandmaster. Qiu Gongcheng's attitude was very good. Even if it was an act, it was indeed an act that was very approachable. Not to mention now that he had heard about his hidden illness. He actually didn't act headstrong and self-centered, but rather humbly asked for guidance like an ordinary person.
However, no matter what he said, Qiu Gongcheng's gaze was incomparably sharp. A cold light inadvertently flashed across his eyes, and he didn't let go of any expression on Qin Lang's face.
"There is no need to go through so much trouble."
"The wound has not been torn open yet. We just need to take the initiative to open the wound on our abdomen, remove the poison inside, repair the tendons, and apply some medicine on the wound."
Qin Lang calmly welcomed Qiu Gongcheng's gaze.