Chapter 3615: The Power of a Needle

Ye Lingyue didn't flinch, she stepped forward and put her index finger and middle finger on Di Qiluo's wrist.

Di Qiluo took time away from work, waiting for Ye Lingyue's diagnosis.

When Ye Lingyue dropped her hand, she could only hear Di Qiluo's steady and powerful pulse, much stronger than the average person.

Looking at the blood flow all over her body, there is nothing unreasonable, and the power of the earth demon in her body is also very strong.

"Between the six life and the seventh life emperor and demon, it seems that in the next few days, Di Qiluo will break through."

Ye Lingyue used the cauldron to check Di Qiluo's lifeline of the emperor and determined that she might break through in the next few days.

Aside from the strengths of Di Shajia and Xi Jiuye, Di Qiluo is indeed the best choice for the young patriarch of the Dimo ​​family.

It's just... Ye Lingyue looked horizontally and vertically, but she didn't see what was wrong with Di Qiluo.

"how?"

Di Qiluo opened his eyes, and there was a bit of playfulness in his eyes.

"The young patriarch's muscles and bones are strong, and the six meridians are stable..."

Ye Lingyue pondered.

"Well, then why have I been having trouble sleeping? It seems that you are no different from those witch doctors."

Di Qiluo sneered twice.

She knows her physical condition, except for her poor sleep, she has no problem at all.

She just wanted to test out, what is the difference between this so-called healer who knows the art of face and other witches.

Looking at it now, it's no different.

This kind of person can be used, but it is unbearable to use, and it is impossible to become his confidant.

Di Qiluo has already made a judgment on Ye Lingyue in the bottom of her heart.

"Young patriarch, please listen to me. Although the young patriarch is not sick at all, he is even stronger than the average emperor. However, the young patriarch suffers from a heart disease."

Ye Lingyue said unhurriedly.

Hearing what she said, Di Qiluo's expression changed slightly.

"What kind of heart disease? Why have I never heard anyone mention it, I have a heart disease.

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"The so-called heart disease is stagnation. The young patriarch has something in his heart, and there is suffering, and after a long time, depression will become a disease."

Ye Lingyue said with a smile.

"Nonsense, what kind of heart disease will I have? Although my son is dead, it's just a recent event. At most, I'm a little worried. How come the depression has become a disease."

Di Qiluo's expression was very excited, as if Ye Lingyue had struck her mind, and she was a little hysterical.

Ye Lingyue saw her reaction in her eyes, and her suspicion of Di Qiluo deepened.

"Young patriarch doesn't need to get angry, he just judges based on his pulse. The young patriarch's eyelids are blue and his lips are red, which is a sign of difficulty falling asleep at night. If he didn't do something wrong, he must be thinking. But a doctor, seeing a doctor and making a diagnosis, has no intention of prying into the privacy of the young patriarch."

Ye Lingyue said a few words, but what she said made Di Qiluo's complexion change.

I did something wrong, I thought about it... stop, stop, these two points were really hit by her.

None of the witch doctors in the family discovered their hidden heart disease, but they were told by a young doctor who had just entered the city.

It seems that the other party really has some ability.

Di Qiluo sighed and sat up.

"According to what you said, how should I treat this disease... I have some heart problems, but it's because of my son. You also know that my son, Emperor Shakya, unfortunately died, and the murderer has not yet been found. I am a mother. It’s normal for me to be thinking about it. But it won’t make me sick. You can prescribe some medicine to help me fall asleep. If this happens, I will get rid of the root cause of my illness, and I will definitely reward you.”

Di Qiluo explained, but Ye Lingyue sneered in her heart.

This woman really loves acting.

She has suffered from insomnia for a long time, at least for hundreds of years, but it is inferred that she has only recently contracted the disease.

Although Di Qiluo wears heavy makeup and looks well-maintained, her eyes are dark and her lips are sickly white, but even heavy makeup can't cover her up.

There must be something on her mind.

Moreover, the impact of this incident on her was much greater than that of the death of Tishka.

"Young patriarch, don't worry, I know the method of acupuncture and moxibustion. As long as you help you with acupuncture a few times, you can sleep. If the young patriarch does not believe it, you can give it a try."

Ye Lingyue said with a smile.

After all, she took out a set of needles.

Di Qiluo was dubious and looked at Ye Lingyue's needle.

Di Qiluo didn't sleep well, and because of the death of the young patriarch and Di Shijia, it was even more troublesome, and he had not slept for many days.

Even though she is a cultivator, she can't stand it without sleeping for a few days, but mentally, she's still far from satisfactory.

She didn't completely trust Ye Lingyue, and she was still hesitating whether to let Ye Lingyue come forward to give the needle.

After pondering for a moment, she still motioned for Ye Lingyue to come forward.

The strength of the opponent and herself is very different. If the opponent has any unscrupulous attempts, she can attack on the spot.

Ye Lingyue didn't panic, she stepped forward and saw that she had taken out a few needles.

The needle was golden and as thin as an ox's hair. With the movement of Ye Lingyue's hand, the needle had already fallen into Di Qiluo's acupuncture point.

Di Qiluo only felt a tingling sensation in his temples, as if a bug took a bite.

Immediately, a warm current slowly poured into her temple.

That warm current quickly flowed through his limbs and bones, making people feel relaxed, and the whole person relaxed.

The earlier disbelief in Ye Lingyue also disappeared.

Di Qiluo only felt that her eyelids were very tired, and her body had not slept for many days. At this moment, she was sleepy and tired, and drowsiness kept coming.

"Young patriarch, you are tired, so you should have a good sleep."

The woman's voice was soft and soft, like a feather twitching gently around her ear.

Di Qiluo fell into a deep sleep.

On the imperial concubine's couch, Di Qiluo was already fast asleep.

"What happened?"

Outside the door, several maids walked in and were shocked to see Di Qiluo motionless.

"It's okay, I did acupuncture for the third lady. The third lady just fell asleep, don't wake her up."

Ye Lingyue smiled.

Among the maids, there was the woman who had brought Ye Lingyue into the room earlier. Seeing that Di Qiluo was sleeping just fine, the maids looked at each other in dismay.

"Madam has been having trouble sleeping for the past few days. The witch doctors in the mansion have used all kinds of methods, but to no avail. I didn't expect you to be optimistic about it."

The maid looked at Ye Lingyue with a little more respect.

"Before Mrs. fell asleep, she was worried about the funeral of Master Shijia, so let me help the three masters to arrange things together."

Ye Lingyue just used Ding Qi to stimulate Di Qiluo's sleepy acupuncture point, Ding Qi closed her acupuncture point tightly, and Di Qiluo would not wake up for half a day.

Taking advantage of this time, Ye Lingyue was just looking for a good look in the Emperor's Mansion to see if he could find the soul of Emperor Shijia.

"We have already prepared all the utensils that the third master wants, and we are going to send them with the lady. Since the lady ordered you to do things for him, you can come with us."

Several maids did not suspect it, and led Ye Lingyue away.