My beloved wife is reborn, let's get divorced, Mr. Prime Minister

Since Master Xuanzhen asked this, that is what Pei Huaizhi had told him before.

Song Qingcheng stood still, wondering how to refuse.

Xuan Zhen frowned, "What's wrong? I just praised you, why are you so shy? Or do you still not believe in my medical skills as a Taoist priest?"

Song Qingcheng had something on her mind, "That......!"

"Stop hesitating!"

Xuanzhen said.

"Master, do you know any other skills besides medicine?"

Song Qingcheng asked tentatively.

Xuanzhen asked in confusion, "What do you mean, girl?"

"I want to ask, Master, do you catch ghosts?"

Xuan Zhen looked at Song Qingcheng in confusion, and when Song Qingcheng said this, not only Xuan Zhen was confused, but everyone in Chunhe Hall also didn't understand why Song Qingcheng suddenly talked about supernatural powers.

"No hurry, that brat said you were sick. Now, according to me, the old Taoist priest, I think it's not your heart that's sick, it's this area that you're sick with!"

Xuan Zhen's heart paused, but his expression remained calm and his words were even more ruthless.

"Why are you still cursing?"

Song Qingcheng said twice in a low voice, but she seemed less worried.

She always felt that if Xuan Zhen didn't know any magic, it would be inconsistent with his immortal appearance.

But Master Xuanzhen neither admitted nor denied it.

Then Xuan Zhen was puzzled, "Why are you asking this? Are you a ghost?"

Xuanzhen had a reason to ask this, after all, he had bewitched his disciple.

A few copper coins, half a meat bun, remembered for more than ten years.

Really promising.

He didn't know whether to say that the boy was stupid or loyal.

Looking at this girl, it’s good enough that she only has some affection for his land!

Hey!

He sighed inwardly.

At the same time, Song Qingcheng's heart skipped a beat when Xuan Zhen asked this.

"How is that possible? It's broad daylight!"

Song Qingcheng thought that she couldn't continue talking, otherwise it would be like trying to cover up something.

Then he shook his head.

"Why don't you sit down quickly? What are you waiting for? You little brat, let me examine you before you pass out!"

Xuan Zhen urged, what kind of world is this? Those who want to see a doctor don’t want to see a doctor, and those who want to see a doctor don’t want to see a doctor. This is really going against the will of Heaven.

Song Qingcheng had no choice but to sit down.

"Hold out your hand!"

Hearing this, with no way out, Song Qingcheng had no choice but to put her hand on the pulse pillow.

Just taking the pulse!

She had read in storybooks that if one really wanted to catch ghosts or communicate with spirits, one would need a medium or a talisman, or something like cinnabar.

There is nothing at the moment, why should she be afraid of anything and lose her composure for no reason.

Xuanzhen also thought that the little girl was afraid of seeing a doctor because of her illness. Although she didn't say it, she might have some doubts about his medical skills.

But this girl looks even more weird and strange than her.

Xuan Zhen placed his hand on Song Qingcheng's wrist and said, "Don't worry, little girl. There is no difficult disease in the world that I, an old Taoist priest, cannot cure! Just..."

Hearing this, Song Qingcheng said, "..........."

You know what, her case is really a difficult one.

Even if the King of Hell wants you to die at three o'clock in the morning, I can still keep you at five o'clock!

Xuanzhen called out again.

Song Qingcheng, "Master, I'm sure you guys think Qingcheng has a difficult and complicated disease, not a terminal one!"

Xuanzhen, "Stop talking!"

Song Qingcheng, "........"

A quarter of an hour passed.

Song Qingcheng watched as Master Xuan Zhen went from being calm and composed at the beginning to having a slight frown on his brows.

Song Qingcheng wondered what was going on. As time passed, Song Qingcheng also began to frown along with Xuan Zhen.

The deeper the old angel's frown in front of her frowned, the more nervous Song Qingcheng's heart became.

"That hand!"

Xuan Zhen suddenly opened his eyes, and the sharp light in his eyes had not yet completely dissipated.

What Song Qingcheng saw on Master Xuanzhen's face was solemnity.

She doesn't have a terminal illness, does she?

Xuan Zhen looked at Song Qingcheng deeply, and placed two fingers together on her other wrist.

This pulse diagnosis took another half an hour.

As time passed, Song Qingcheng felt like a fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.

Not to mention the mental torture.

Even when taking a pulse, you cannot move. Song Qingcheng felt like her whole body was stiffening.

Just when she was about to give up.

Xuan Zhen then put his hand away.

Looking closely, beads of sweat have already appeared on his forehead.

After not speaking for a long time, Song Qingcheng felt like there was cotton in her throat. She coughed twice before she regained her consciousness.

I wanted to ask, but I didn't know what to ask.

After Xuan Zhen took his hand back, his face remained very serious. Song Qingcheng was a little unsure about what Master Xuan Zhen had diagnosed. She couldn't help but ask, "Master?" But Xuan Zhen didn't answer her, he just frowned and looked ahead, as if he was lost in thought.

After waiting for a long time, Master Xuanzhen's face returned to normal. He sighed softly and said slowly: "You girl, your pulse... is a little strange."

Everyone in Chunhe Hall became nervous when they heard this. They all knew that their daughter had angina pectoris when there was thunder and lightning. Every time she had an attack, her painful appearance made people feel distressed. Now when they heard Xuanzhen say that the pulse was strange, they were even more worried.

They knew that this problem started when they got married, and it got much better later, except for the occasional feeling of chest tightness.

But later on, the brother-in-law gave the girl a bracelet, and things got better.

Song Qingcheng's heart tightened. Could it be because of that incident?

Now, how do you look at.......!

"You guys go down first!"

Song Qingcheng suppressed the doubt on her face and gave orders in a gentle voice. Although the maids were worried, they still obeyed the orders.

"Master, if you have something to say, just say it!"

Song Qingcheng said.

Xuan Zhen pried his beard, "Is it the old Taoist priest who doesn't want me to?"

Song Qingcheng's words were like the fuse that lit a firecracker, causing Xuan Zhen to speak unhappily.

".............."'

Song Qingcheng, "Why are you suddenly so angry?"

Xuan really didn't know what to say.

There was no answer to Song Qingcheng's question.

In fact, Song Qingcheng was nervous. She wanted to ask, but she was worried that she would expose her deepest secrets.

Xuan Zhen simply took out a silver needle from the medical box next to him. Before Song Qingcheng could react, Xuan Zhen had already taken blood from her fingertips and dripped it on the bone of an animal she couldn't identify.

Song Qingcheng came back to her senses and was horrified!