Five years later.

Although it was already March, there was a sudden outbreak of spring and a thin layer of snow even fell. It made people tremble.

If you want to talk about such weather, you don’t like to go out. But today’s Dajing Kyoto is particularly lively.

The huge Chang'an Street was almost bursting at this moment.

At this moment, a burst of exclamation broke out in front of the Futu Pavilion on Chang'an Street.

"I got the 'medical card' from the Futu Pavilion!!"

The middle-aged man running out of the Futu Pavilion was excited because of excessive surprise, and his face turned purple and red, as if he was crazy.

The people around them are jealous, disappointed, envious, resentful, and all kinds of expressions.

A year ago, the genius doctor of the Futu Pavilion who could live dead, flesh and bones, and could compete with the King of Hell, suddenly emerged.

There is a rule for the treatment of the miracle doctors in the Futu Pavilion. Every day on the first day of the three months, anyone can line up to choose a number card at will. Then enter the pavilion and open the small drawer of the corresponding number card. Open the drawer. If you are lucky and have the treatment written in it, you will get a special medical card from the Futu Pavilion.

As long as you bring this medical card to your door, you will be treated by the miracle doctor of the Futu Pavilion no matter when, anywhere!

Although there is only one quota in three months.

But what if you have good luck?

You should know that there is another rule for the Futu Pavilion. As long as you show the special medical card of the Futu Pavilion, you can treat it for free regardless of your status, no matter how high or low the status is, you can do it without money!

This has given some ordinary people who cannot afford to cure their illnesses hope!

There are many wealthy people in Kyoto. When people have money and power, they care more about life and death and health, and want to live a hundred years old and become an old turtle.

Today is the first day of the first day of the lunar calendar every three months, and I have the chance to get the medical card of the Futuge. Among the people in line, there are many people in charge of the wealthy families.

Of course, there are smart businessmen who see business opportunities.

Specializes in reselling the medical license plates of Futuge!

But today I was disappointed. As soon as the person who got the medical card ran out, someone had already surrounded him and tried to buy his medical card with various benefits. But this person was a filial son, who asked for his seriously ill father and was not sold for thousands of dollars.

Seeing that there was no hope, someone's emotions became more and more wrong.

The genius doctors in the Futu Pavilion are good at medical skills, but the rules of the doctors in the Futu Pavilion are too harsh!

The resentful person turned his eyes to the sign standing at the entrance of the Futu Pavilion.

This sign did not appear when the pavilion was opened on the first day of the first day of the year three months ago.

I saw a few big words written on the charcoal pen on the sign.

——The surname Ling and the dog are incurable!

A man named Ling said with a hatred saying, "This is so insulting!"

In fact, those who came to queue up for medical treatment today have already seen this brand. However, the rules of the miracle doctor in the Futu Pavilion are big, and people don’t agree with it. Someone named Ling had thought about getting the medical card before, but they didn’t see it in front of him.

Now the opportunity is gone every three months and it only breaks out.

But after all, a surname is a minority, and most people are not related to their own affairs.

The person next to him said casually, "Maybe someone named Ling offended the miracle doctor?"

"Ha, then who knows? Don't talk about these things, even those who know the miracle doctor are not good!" Another person touched.

"What about those who are fortunate to have been cured by the miracle? They don't know each other?" someone asked.

"Oh, don't talk about knowing each other. So far, the miracle doctor is not sure whether it is a man or a woman or a child! Do you think no one goes to those who have been treated with the disease? What you find out every time you ask for it!"

"I have heard of it too. This miracle doctor only goes to the hospital once in three months. No one knows when he will go to the hospital. And every time the miracle doctor goes to treat people, he changes his appearance, age and gender. So, you see, it's been a year. Everyone only has the name of the miracle doctor, and they have never heard of the miracle doctor."

The brand disappeared, so I started gossiping.

There are also people who feel resentful if they can't get medical cards every time.

"Hmph, I think it's just a fame. I'm boasting so well, but I've only cured a few people's minor illnesses. The flesh and bones of the living dead? Have you seen it? Most of the people who are mysterious and noble still want to make a name for themselves and get the attention of the Imperial Hospital. After all, as long as they are doctors, who don't want to go to a top medical skill like the Imperial Hospital? Is that status comparable to a barefoot doctor with a hidden head and a tail?"

"I agree with this! I really have such good medical skills. Why do you have to break the rules of treating only one person in three months? You also need someone who is destined to be? Even those who are seriously ill and who are carried to the front of the Futu Pavilion will not be saved? A doctor should not be a doctor's kindness!"

"That's it! I'm so cruel. How could I look like a doctor? I'm also a miracle doctor. I'm a shitty doctor!"

"That's true, it's really suspicious. The genius doctor of the Futu Pavilion seemed to have suddenly emerged and became famous..."

Discussions are in great polarization.

A crisp sound of wind chimes came.

The sound of the rumbling carriage was like rain hitting the bluestone slabs of Chang'an Street. In the spring, a beautiful reflection of a carriage was slowly passing by on the ground. The carriage was wrapped in expensive and exquisite silk on all sides, and the window walls inlaid with gold and treasures were blocked by a curtain of light blue crepes, making it impossible for people outside the car to find out what was the passengers in the car that were so gorgeous.

Several copper bells hung at each of the four corners of the carriage.

The wind chime was obviously coming from here.

The person who drove the carriage was a woman in white with expressionless face.

Suddenly, a lucky man who had been treated by a miraculous doctor exclaimed.

He shouted in surprise, "Yes... it is the carriage of the miracle doctor of the Futu Pavilion!"

"Oh my God! The miracle doctor has appeared! This is the first time the miracle doctor has appeared in front of someone!!"

There were almost uncontrollable commotion scenes at the scene.

It was very lively outside.

But the carriage was not affected at all.

The miracle doctor they mentioned was Ling Jing, dressed in exotic men's clothing. No, she crawled out of she from hell, and she was no longer Ling Jing!

But Baili Feiyue!

Baili is the master's surname, Feiyue, the blood-red moon. She will always remember the blood-red moon on the mass grave five years ago, and also remember the person who caused her to fall into such a situation!

I didn't hear about the discussions of those outside the carriage and didn't care at all.

Baili Feiyue looked down at her hands, which were bright and white, and her fingers were slender. If she didn't look at the shallow scars that were much fainter but could never be completely eliminated, everything would be as beautiful as if she had not experienced any storm.

However.

The tendons of the hands and feet were all broken, and there were thirty-nine scars on the body.

My mother's life and death are unknown, and one of the children is taken away.

Live with one death.

Haha, can I hope Baili Feiyue be a great charity who specializes in saving lives and helping the wounded?

Everyone subconsciously made way for the carriage. When Baili Feiyue's carriage had just stopped in front of the Futu Pavilion, a carriage coming from the other end of the street happened to stop outside not far away.

Someone recognized the home logo on the carriage.

"It's the carriage from General Ling's mansion."

Suddenly, the people around reacted.

His eyes were unanimously looking at the sign of "Ling and Dog, I'm not cured" at the entrance of the Futu Pavilion...

Isn’t General Ling’s Mansion also surnamed Ling?!

They all took a breath!
Chapter completed!