On our wedding night, my husband changed!

Ling Shuyi retracted her gaze and did not deny Chi Feng's words. Then, while using silver needles to fix Wen Qiao's meridians, she answered in a light tone, as if as a doctor, she had no sadness or sympathy for the patient. In her eyes, Wen Qiao at this moment was no different from a pile of dead meat.

Indeed, in the eyes of doctors, they have seen all kinds of injuries, and it is really nothing. But isn’t all this a bit too ridiculous for a little girl who is only thirteen years old?

The patients she saw the most were probably in the hospital, and she didn't go to the hospital to see a patient, she was sick and hospitalized herself...

"Wen Qiao is a mountain spirit. You can feel her pulse and know what's wrong with her. You have Rui'er's trust. Since you are practicing the art of a medical immortal, why don't you heal yourself?"

Chi Feng saw that Ling Shuyi didn't want to continue the previous topic, and he didn't want to stop talking about it. Besides, this was a question that had been in his mind for a long time. Of course, this question was just out of his pure curiosity. He wondered why this person always looked sick, as if he might faint at any time, or the kind of person who couldn't get up once he fell.

After just a few words he started breathing heavily, as if his lungs were about to burst from coughing.

But even so, Jiang Xinrui was also confident that she would travel thousands of miles to follow him outside? It was inexplicably ridiculous no matter how she thought about it.

"Haven't you ever heard that a doctor doesn't heal himself?"

Ling Shuyi rolled her eyes at Chi Feng and continued to treat Wen Qiao. She was silent for a long time. When Chi Feng thought that the topic was over, Ling Shuyi answered again, but this time her voice was very low, so low that it made people feel that she was not answering, but just talking to herself.

"It's an exchange, right? A mortal can cultivate the path of a medical immortal, but he will never be able to heal himself in exchange for being different from ordinary people..."

When Ling Shuyi said this, the needle in her hand paused for a moment, and then her eyes became firm. So every needle in her life was reminding her that in order to live well, in order to leave her original family, and to turn herself into a useful person, she knew that only by becoming a truly useful person could she really survive.

Jiang Xinrui is a very contradictory person to Ling Shuyi. She is the only life-saving straw after she drowned, and she is also the person she has to contact since she was a child. In Ling Shuyi's world, her obsession with Jiang Xinrui has become blurred. It seems that as long as she is by her side and has contact with her, she can feel at ease.

This is a disease that has been embedded in her since childhood. Ling Shuyi knows that she is abnormal, but compared to Ling Shujun, she is really too normal. She also has a guiding path. As long as she does the task at hand well, sooner or later she will be able to become a real medical immortal.

She didn't want to become an immortal, she just wanted to be a person who at least looked like a living person, and that was enough.

Ling Shuyi has almost forgotten what a normal person is like. It seems that everything is different when she is with Jiang Xinrui.

"According to what you said, Wen Qiao might not have been injured because he saw someone fighting. It's more likely that he was shocked by the remaining power of the other party? He hasn't even seen the other party's face?"

Chi Feng suddenly remembered the symptoms Ling Shuyi had just mentioned, and continued with a puzzled and somewhat uneasy look: "But he is a mountain spirit, famous for his speed. There is no one faster than him in the Three Realms and Six Paths. How could he not escape?"