The guard swallowed nervously, and had no choice but to follow Mo Siyu's wishes, pulling the sleeve of a piece of coarse cloth to the elbow, and slowly opened his clenched hand into a fist.

Mo Siyu supported his head with one hand, rested the fingertips of the other hand on the guard's pulse, and raised his eyelids to look at the person opposite.

The guard felt uncomfortable being stared at by Mo Siyu, and asked, "Doctor Yu, what's wrong with me?"

Mo Siyu withdrew his hand: "You are not sick."

The man was anxious when he heard this: "How is that possible? I feel pain like needles all over my body, and I can't do things with strength..."

The more the guard spoke, the more excited he became, his face flushed slightly, the blood in his body was surging, and the feeling of being poked by a needle in his internal organs began again, life was like death.

Mo Siyu's eyes were slightly cold, and he lowered his eyes: "Since that's the case, don't use any force in the future, just be calm."

The veins popped out on the man's forehead: "Everyone says Doctor Yu is superb in medicine, are you just perfunctory me like this?"

The person in front of them is their last and only hope. Although they have killed countless people, their death is imminent, and they are not willing to just lose their lives like this.

Doctor Yu could heal all their fellow guards, and Yu Mo must be able to heal them as well.

Mo Siyu looked at the people behind him and asked, "Are you all the same?"

Some of the other people said that their head often hurts, some said that their stomach often hurt, and some said that their soles hurt. Although the pain was in different parts, the symptoms were similar.

Mo Siyu checked the pulses of several people one by one in a decent manner, "The pulse is normal, but a little weak, there is no trauma on the body, and there are no symptoms of poisoning, just like normal people.

Forgive me for being incompetent, I really can't prescribe the right medicine for you. "

Several people looked at each other, seeing that Mo Siyu couldn't be cured, they took the last sliver of luck and asked, "Doctor Yu, could it be..."

"What is it?" Mo Siyu raised his eyebrows, waiting for these people to answer.

"Bumped into an evil spirit." The guard said in a hurry: "For example, the evil wind entered the body."

Mo Siyu scratched her palm with her fingernails, her sympathy overflowed for a moment, and for the sake of the old man's pity, she saved his son, but she didn't expect that the news would spread so quickly.

Although Zhijun Zhilu is worried about the king's worries, these people, as the subordinates of the high priest, assassinated her just obeying orders, but how did you group of people try to kill her fiercely at the entrance of the alley because of the large number of people?

After being hit by her ox hair fine needle, and now he comes to her for treatment. Do you think she is a living Bodhisattva?

Mo Siyu nodded: "It's also possible, but, since the evil wind enters the body, we can only find someone to exorcise it. I am a doctor, not a wizard.

Only wizards can exorcise you, and I am really helpless. "

As Mo Siyu said, he stood up and began to close the stall.

The man slapped the rice paper on which Mo Siyu wrote the prescription: "Doctor Yu, the wizards in Yuecheng have been bombed along with Miasma Island, where can we find wizards?

Could it be that Dr. Yu has never healed people with evil winds entering their bodies? "

The man had exerted a little strength just now, his eyes were staring with pain, and the cold sweat on his forehead condensed into sweat beads, rolling down his cheeks.

Mo Siyu said frankly: "To tell you the truth, I did heal a person with a similar disease, probably because of an evil wind entering his body, he was already terminally ill, unconscious, no different from a dead person, if you don't try it, you will definitely die .

I took the attitude of treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor anyway, and bloodletting him to exorcise him...

That person actually woke up! "