After taking the pulse, He Jiawei quickly discovered the location of the old man's erectile dysfunction.

At the same time, he pondered for a moment.

"How about it?"

The old man looked at He Jiawei strangely: "Can it be cured, doctor?"

"Yes, young master."

Lin Qi also looked at He Jiawei curiously.

The big watery eyes looked up and down.

It seems that I am very much looking forward to treating the old man's illness.

What He Jiawei actually thought about was what method to treat the old man.

As the Daluo Golden Immortal, he has a thousand ways.

If you take out any of these methods, it may even make the old man go to the house and ascend to the sky. It is not a dream to be younger than sixty or seventy.

However, He Jiawei doesn't want to do this now.

He doesn't want to expose himself too much in front of Lin Qi for the time being.

The reason is very simple. He still can't figure out why Lin Qi attracted him.

Therefore, in this sense, I must borrow the identity of Lin Tong for the time being.

Lin Tong is a scholar.

This is what He Jiawei must always remember.

Thinking of this, He Jiawei nodded and said to the old man: "It can be cured."

"Really, young master, how do you treat it?"

The old man didn't say anything, but Lin Qi, who was extremely curious, spoke.

He Jiawei smiled at Lin Qi, and then said to the old man: "Old man, do you have four treasures of the study here."

"Four Treasures of Study."

The old man was stunned for a moment.

Obviously, as a rough man, he doesn't have such things.

"Young Master, you are stupid. The Four Treasures of the Study, aren't you the ones you eat?"

Lin Qi glared at He Jiawei, and then directly found the four treasures of the study from the small cloth bag he carried with him.

Start grinding ink for He Jiawei.

Immediately, he took out an ordinary wolf-haired pen that could not be found in ordinary and handed it to He Jiawei.

But He Jiawei was a little embarrassed after the wolf-haired pen.

First, he doesn't understand writing very well when writing brushes.

However, when he first entered Gusha City, he had seen some plaques of Gusha City.

The text above is the same as the earth.

So, there is no problem with writing.

But then there was a second problem, that is, this little girl has been following Mr. Lin Tong for too long.

You should be familiar with Lin Tong's handwriting.

If she wrote it herself, what should she do if she saw any problem?

Now He Jiawei is already a little worried that he will lose this identity.

"What's wrong, young master?"

Seeing that He Jiawei was not writing, Lin Qi was a little curious.

"In this way, I said, you write."

He Jiawei thought of a solution, so he handed the brush to Lin Qi.

"You are stupid, young master, I can't write, I can't read."

Lin Qi shook her head.

He Jiawei glanced at Lin Qi. With his ability, of course he could tell at a glance that this little girl was indeed not lying.

That's the case, it's easy to do.

So he tapped his head.

"My young man has just recovered from illness and is a little confused."

Lin Qi also explained to the old man.

On this side, He Jiawei picked up the pen again, brushed it a little bit, wrote down a prescription, and handed it to the old man.

"This can treat the old man's dysfunction."

He Jiawei said.

"Thank you, thank you."

The old man couldn't read.

However, when He Jiawei saw some words written by strokes, he thought it would be a good idea.

You know, in this world, scholars are very respected.

On this side, while Lin Qi was cleaning up the four treasures of the study, He Jiawei saw that there were silver needles in the packages of the two people.

That is the kind of silver needle used for acupuncture.

I took it over and took a look. I saw that the owner of the predecessor of the silver needle, namely the young master Lin Tong, must have never used this silver needle.

However, now I just happened to be cheaper.

So he took out a few and said to the old man: "In addition to the prescription, I can also help you with acupuncture."

The old man was even more excited when he heard this.

So, he walked out of the counter.

He Jiawei really helped the old man to start acupuncture.

In the eyes of a golden immortal like He Jiawei, acupuncture is just a small path.

He Jiawei doesn't have to learn.

Just do it for a few seconds and the old man's bloodline will be smooth.

This immediate effect immediately made the old man very excited.

Holding He Jiawei's hand, he kept talking about the miracle doctor.

"Now it's just a sign. If you want to be completely cured, you still need to take medicine."

He Jiawei pointed at his prescription and said.

"Thank you, thank you, my son."

The old man thanked him very much.

The old man put away the prescription, then took out a key and handed it to He Jiawei: "Young Master, Miss, although the city is now closed, I still have a room here, so you can just put it first."

"Thank you, my uncle."

He Jiawei put away the key, then turned around and looked at Lin Qi.

The latter looked at He Jiawei with admiration.

Obviously, she admired He Jiawei's ability to get the room with just one prescription.

He Jiawei smiled, then pulled Lin Qi and the other two into the inn.

The room is not big.

According to the standards of the earth, it is only about twenty square meters.

There is a bed in the middle.

In the room, Lin Qi tangled He Jiawei like a lark: "Young Master, young master, do you really understand medical skills?"

"There are some real or fake knowledge about medical skills!"

He Jiawei smiled slightly.

"But I didn't see you studying medicine?"

Lin Qi is still very curious.

"You don't understand the books I read, how do you know I haven't learned them?"

He Jiawei shook his head.
To be continued...