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How much is the weight of a gaze without quality?

If He Wumei was asked to answer, it would probably be more than a thousand pounds.

When she walked to the center of the banquet and was surrounded by all kinds of sinister looks from ghosts and gods, she unexpectedly felt relaxed.

Did the ghosts and gods suddenly become kind? Or did I suddenly become braver?

neither.

He Wumei understood that someone had supported her in this critical moment and allowed her to dare to face the leader of ghosts and gods. Qian Tang was extremely evil.

"Luo Xianggong said that the Dharma King was often troubled by intestinal diseases."

She bowed deeply.

"A commoner girl knows a lot about medical skills and would like to ask for permission to give it a try for the King of Dharma."

This is He Wumei's method.

There are many famous doctors in Qiantang, but she is probably the only one who has experience in treating ghosts and gods.

She had thought over and over again that if she could cure the ghost king's intestinal disease, it would be a meritorious service to the ghost king.

All living beings in the Qian Tang Dynasty are governed by rules, large and small, and for a figure like the Ghost King, his reputation is his rule. Therefore, he must retaliate by showing his teeth, and he must be rewarded for his merits.

However.

Many eyes at the table only stayed on He Wumei for a moment, and then they all fell on Li Changan.

Guess what the Taoist who single-handedly stole the concubine of the Ghost King was thinking about before leaving?

Do you want to reconcile with the Cave City? Or are you so arrogant that you want to humiliate the Ghost King again?

Yes.

No one cares about He Wumei.

It was as if she was a dog unleashed by her master. No matter how loud she barked, the only thing she should be concerned about was her master's thoughts.

So the ghost king released his dog.

The judge’s messenger had a gloomy face:

"How dare you, a mere prosperous woman, be so arrogant?!"

As sharp as a knife, as cold as an arrow, the ghosts and gods were so fierce that He Wumei took half a step back in panic, burying her head in timidity.

He smiled contemptuously and scolded.

But He Wumei's voice sounded stubbornly: "How can the envoy judge the medical skills of common women without giving it a try?"

The judge was greatly surprised. How dare a mere ordinary woman have such courage?

"You still dare to talk! Let me ask you."

The iron mask that the judge liked to put up had been beaten to pieces by the Taoist priests, and he couldn't pick it up for a while. Fortunately, the jar was broken and he showed a disdainful sneer.

"Do you have a miracle cure?"

"Nothing."

"Do you know Zhu Youxian's prescription?"

"Nothing."

He Wumei shook her head repeatedly, but the audience on the sidelines gradually looked strange. Why did this question and answer sound so similar to the previous conversation between the judge and the Taoist priest?

As the party involved, the judge and envoy had a particularly strong sense of déjà vu. He kept his prepared scolding in his mouth, opened his mouth for a while, looked hesitantly, and was especially speechless.

After all, the Ghost King was impatient, waved his hand to repel him, and looked at He Wumei.

"You are so brave, little girl! Over the past hundreds of years, countless Chinese medical sages have come to Cave City to diagnose and treat people. Do you know where they are now?"

The Ghost King looked playfully and patted his belly gently.

Every slap made her body tremble and her face turn white.

Just when everyone else thought she would retreat, He Wumei, who was already so frightened that she could hardly stand, forced herself to bow again.

"The way of medicine is broad and profound, and although women of the common people are far inferior to the masters of Chinese medicine, the diseases that cannot be cured by the masters of Chinese medicine may not be curable by women of the common people."

The audience was shocked and their eyes focused back.

Instead, the Ghost King looked past her and directly towards Li Changan in the audience.

Li Changan looked calm, with lightning in his eyes.

The Ghost King chuckled, but there was no smile in his voice.

"Do you really want treatment?!"

He Wumei didn't dare to raise her eyes, but nodded: "Yes."

"How to diagnose and treat it? Is it necessary to diagnose the pulse?"

"No."

When it came to medical skills, He Wumei finally gained some courage, but she still did not dare to look directly at the Ghost King.

"Ghosts and gods are not mortal flesh and blood, so what's the pulse? Look, hear, and ask. Previously, common women had boldly looked at the immortal face of His Holiness, but now it's enough to ask for a diagnosis."

Fearing that her courage would fade away, she immediately asked: "May I ask His Holiness, is there any pain in your belly?"

"How can intestinal disease not hurt?"

She asked again: "Do you leave blood every time you go to the toilet?"

The Ghost King was obviously shocked for a moment. After a moment, he uttered one word: "Yes."

He Wumei was greatly relieved.

In fact, the symptom of blood in the stool was not diagnosed by her, but she accidentally heard it from the ghost king's concubines. The ghost king often had bleeding, and one of his concubines was responsible for collecting the blood and making it into a medicine called "Dharma King".

The "treasure" of sand is given to subordinates who have meritorious service.

Since the Ghost King's attitude wavered, He Wumei continued to work hard.

"Ordinary people often have abdominal pain accompanied by bowel borborygmus, but there is no rumbling in the Karmapa's abdomen?"

The Ghost King showed some doubts.

"It's exactly what you said."

He Wumei asked again: "The Karmapa has a big belly. When he walks, does he feel like his body is half full of water and is sloshing around?"

The ghost king's abdomen is abnormally large. If it were just a dharma appearance, it could be said that ghosts and gods have their own supernatural powers. But the same is true for his human form. His abdomen is so bulging that it is difficult to sit upright and he has to recline. There may be other reasons.

Hearing this, the Ghost King sat up slightly and straightened his fat body.

"Just like the little lady said."

After hearing this, He Wumei's snow-white face became a little more red. She was really excited. Her guess was already close to ten.

She blessed her again.

The Ghost King couldn't bear to interrupt.

"Since my wife is already careless, why bother talking about him and how to treat him? Just tell him!"

"According to the diagnosis made by the daughter of the people, Dharma King's illness is caused by a perforated or rotten intestine. He needs to be cured."

She bit her lip, building up her courage little by little, and finally dared to look directly at the Ghost King again.

"The abdomen must be opened and the intestines connected."

…………

Opening the abdomen to connect the intestines is truly shocking in this era.

To ordinary people, it is more like torture than treatment.

There was a lot of noise at the table, and the Ghost King's eyes turned cold.

Li Changan knew that it was time to speak on his own.

He did not go up to the stage, but bowed down.

When Shi Shiran spoke again, his tone was like a storyteller.

"Have you ever heard that a strange thing happened in Qiantang City on the day of the Ghost Festival?"

He recounted the story of "ghost money buying souls" in a bizarre and fascinating way.

When it comes to the truth of the matter, it turned out that a Nanyang wizard was harming people in order to make the so-called "spiritual meat".

The guests at the banquet, especially those at the table, have heard something strange. Spiritual meat? Isn’t it spiritual meat that the Ghost King rewards?! Then isn’t what we eat...

Immediately, some people turned blue and covered their mouths. However, they were afraid of upsetting the ghosts and gods, so they had to suppress it tightly.

"Huh? So this is spiritual flesh!"

But it was Liu Qiaopo, the human trafficker, who started shouting.
To be continued...