"Doctor Xiao Wu, the thatched houses at the foot of the mountain are my home."

On the small path in the mountains, a strong man dressed in a constable led a young man in a hand-carrying wooden box to point to the foot of the mountain not far away, surrounded by foggy.

Wu Jun glanced at the thatched house that was looming in the fog, and a light of expectation lit up in his eyes.

He was originally a nursing intern. After his accidental death, he came to this world where he could practice and was adopted by an old doctor.

The old doctor who adopted him was named Wu Feng, who claimed to be the descendant of the miracle doctor. He was a famous local doctor in Jinhua County. He opened a medical clinic on Zhuque Street in the north of the city, named Renxintang. The master and apprentice lived a very comfortable life.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. After the old famous doctor caught a disease, he made a decision that violated the ancestral teachings and prescribed himself for medicine. On the night after taking the medicine, Wu Feng kicked his legs and changed from an old famous doctor to an old underworld doctor, leaving only the lonely Wu Jun and a medical clinic that passed down from a generation of ancestors...

After holding the funeral for the master, Wu Jun, who was only eight years old, inherited Renxintang and became the youngest doctor in Jinhua County. He was determined to follow the master's will and carry forward the clinic.

However, what Wu Jun did not expect was that during the ten years he practiced medicine, except for the few neighbors living on Zhuque Street, no one who was not afraid of death dared to come to see him for treatment, which made Wu Jun sigh that the world is getting worse and the people's hearts are not old.

He could not support himself by relying on the clinic alone. In order to make a living, Wu Jun had to work part-time as a veterinarian, copying books, and writing homework on his behalf to supplement his family income.

This time he was invited to visit the detective Wang Qi's family to treat his old cow.

According to Wang Qi, his old ox fell from the hillside because of a footstep, and was bitten by a wild dog several times, and his injuries were very serious.

The doctor's parents' hearts are, even if they are a beast, Wu Jun takes it very seriously. For this visit, he carefully prepared Panax notoginseng, Puhuang, Baiji, Crane grass, bay leaves, cinnamon, pepper, star anise and other medicinal materials. It is necessary to treat this old ox with flavor... It is more thorough!

Seeing the "patient" looking, Wu Jun swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and in a good mood, he spoke to the detective Wang Qi: "Constable Wang, your family is remote enough. This broken road is as bumpy as the face of the magistrate Hong. It would be strange if the cow walks on it and doesn't fall."

Wang Qi couldn't help laughing: "You must not say such words in front of others. If you pass them to the county magistrate, you must have a board."

Wu Jun smiled indifferently and continued, "After that, your family is indeed a bit remote. I heard that a tiger has come to the mountains recently and has eaten three or four people. Constable Wang, please be careful when you go out."

Wang Qiyi patted his chest and raised his waist: "Do you think my tendon is a decoration? If the tiger dares to come, I will let it go without a reply!"

Wu Jun looked at him in surprise: "Good guy, do you want to use this body of tendon to kill the tiger?"

“…”

Wang Qi choked by him and turned his head away and stopped talking.

The speaker has no intention, but it cannot stop the listener from being intentional.

If he had a clear conscience, it would be fine. The key is that he was really hit by Wu Jun...

As early as this morning, he had been eaten by a tiger, and turned into a ghost and was assigned a task by the tiger king to lure a doctor to come to it.

There was a ghost in my heart, but when he heard Wu Jun’s careless jokes again, his heart suddenly got up and down.

Could it be that this young doctor has seen through his identity as a ghost?

He turned into a gangster, except to cheat, but he had no means to deal with living people. If Wu Jun wanted to escape, he would not be able to keep it at all...

When he thought of being punished by the Tiger King, Wang Qi's legs trembled involuntarily.

When he was guilty, Wu Jun suddenly stopped and stopped.

Wang Qi's heart was immediately raised to his throat, turned his head and looked at Wu Jun who was stopping, and said with a strong smile: "What's wrong?"

Wu Jun looked at Wang Qi with a serious face, his eyes clear and transparent, as if he had seen through everything, and instantly made Wang Qi feel a heavy pressure coming, and his already white face became even more ugly.

Just when he was under pressure and could not help but reveal the truth, Wu Jun spoke slowly.

"I forgot to bring the same medicinal herb before going out. Do you have salt at home? If not, I'll go back and get it."

"ha?"

Wang Qi's face immediately became exciting, and he said with a look of doubt on life: "Yes, there is, but salt is medicinal material?"

Wu Jun immediately regained his smile and explained calmly: "Salt can be used as medicine, and it can also be used as a medicine guide. The medical scriptures are written clearly, and I recite them like a stream. If you don't believe it, you can verify it." After that, he walked forward with confidence.

His confidence is that even if Wang Qi really wants to verify it, he is not afraid. After all, he really memorizes the word "medical classics"...

Looking at Wu Jun, who was not sure that his death was approaching, Wang Qi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, followed him and said with apologies: "Where is this? I can't trust others, and I can still trust you, Dr. Wu..."

Wang Qi's speech distracted Wu Jun's attention while speeding up his pace. Soon, he led Wu Jun to the front of his house.

With a creak, Wu Jun glanced in the yard surrounded by adobe and found that the cowhouse was empty, with only some hay spread on the ground in a mess, and some blood that had not yet dried up. He couldn't help but be stunned.

"Constable Wang, my five-spice beef...no, where is your cow?"

While speaking, Wu Jun turned his face, but found that Wang Qi, who was originally standing behind him, had disappeared out of thin air. Instead, it was a beautiful tiger with white foreheads and eyes hanging on his face!

This tiger is huge, twice as big as a ox on the plowing land. It has a fishy and bloody mouth and blood-blooded blood-red eyes that are terrifying!

Looking at the colorful tiger in front of him, Wu Jun stood there with his eyes straight, and at the same time, an idiom quickly emerged in his mind—

Make accomplice for the tiger!

According to legend, people who are bitten to death by tigers will become gangsters after death, luring uninformed people to die in front of tigers, and are called tigers as gangsters.

As for Wang Qi, he had been eaten by the tiger. The Wang Qi he had just seen was simply the accomplice who turned into after Wang Qi's death, and he specifically lured him to come here to fill the tiger's stomach!

When Wu Jun found that the ferocious tiger was blocking his head in front of the door, looking like he wanted to choose someone to eat. Wu Jun stood tall and his brain started to run rapidly.

How to deal with tigers?

A sliding shovel slid under the tiger's body, and used a knife to cut its belly, causing the tiger's internal organs to fall all over the floor?

Or when the tiger flew over, it deliberately knocked over and then lie on the ground to extort money?

Or...

When Wu Jun's mind was smothered, the tiger had already revealed its sharp fangs, but did not pounce on it immediately. Instead, he tried his best to put on a humanized threatening expression and opened his mouth to speak.

"I was injured by a human woman. If you can cure me, I will let you go. If it is not cured, hum, then stay and give me a tooth sacrifice to me!" As he said that, a roar sounded through the mountains and forests made the birds and beasts in the mountains flew around.

"You tricked me here to treat your injuries?"

Wu Jun woke up by the sound of the tiger's roar. When he looked at the tiger again, a trace of complexity appeared in his eyes.

During the ten years he took over Renxintang, he forcibly treated Liu Jiangui of Yuelai Inn, beat the old man Xu and Mr. Chen, who taught. With his careful treatment and care, the condition of several neighbors has not been cured for ten years, making outstanding contributions to the continuation of Renxintang...

Until today, he has never cured a patient, so he has fallen into a field where he can only practice cattle and sheep and other livestock.

Now he finally met someone who came to seek medical treatment on his own initiative, but he was not an individual, which immediately made him feel mixed.

I calmed down and looked at the tiger's body. I saw several deep bone-deep scars on its abdomen. The blood had almost dried up. The right front paw curled up and hung in the air and trembled slightly. Based on his years of veterinary experience, he probably wouldn't be able to survive...

Otherwise, practice while it’s hot and accumulate experience in treating monsters?

Thinking of this, a ray of light suddenly burst out in Wu Jun's eyes. He quickly opened the medicine box, took out a bamboo tube modified syringe, and came up to give the tiger demon anesthetic injection first.

Well, mainly because I am afraid it will run away with pain.

I finally encountered a dying monster and couldn't let it run away no matter what!

On the other side, looking at Wu Jun's vigorous threading, as if he was about to sew the wound on it, the tiger demon yawned, and a trace of disdain appeared in the tiger's eyes.

Human beings are indeed born timid and obedient when they are scared. The person in front of them is particularly stupid. He seems to think that he can leave after healing his wounds.

The most serious injury it has now is the running sword energy that the monster hunter has injected into its body. As long as the doctor uses the sect energy to remove the sword energy, with the demon pill it has cultivated for three hundred years, it can quickly recover most of its strength.

Moreover, doctors are different from other practitioners. They practice something called sect qi, which can nourish vital energy. They are a great tonic for monsters. Only when their brains are kicked by donkeys will spit out the fat meat that reaches their mouths.

The tiger demon was right, Wu Jun had indeed practiced the sect qi.

In this world, there are Taoist real people calling the wind and rain, Buddhist monks saving the souls of the dead, martial arts masters turning over mountains and seas, Confucian sages use pens as blades to drive away evil spirits, and even doctors have a special practice technique called "Medical Sutra".

According to legend, this technique was created by the medical sages in ancient times. Although it did not have the effect of killing, it could reach a deep level that could lead to the flesh and bones of dead people, and even regulate the diseases of heaven and earth.

Although Wu Jun felt that this legend was mixed with 99% of the water, the sect energy he practiced was derived from this bad street exercise that all doctors had.

Unfortunately, after practicing the sect qi, he never had much chance to use it.

Seeing that there was a force in the tiger demon's body that was constantly destroying its body, Wu Jun felt that the opportunity was rare, so he couldn't help but put his right hand on the tiger demon's body, wanting to test whether he could use the sect energy to dissolve the power.

After all, the tiger demon is not a human being. Even if he dies on the spot, his family will not come to him to pay for it...

At the same time, the anesthetics in the tiger demon's body also took effect, making it feel sleepy and yawn several times in a row.

With sleepy eyes, it saw Wu Jun pressing his hand against it and inputting a gentle force into its body.

The force was like hot spring water, melting all the sword energy left by the monster hunter in its body, warm and hot, instantly making it squint its eyes comfortably.

But not long after, it realized something was wrong.

Isn’t the sect qi that can only be wrapped in other forces and then excreted out of the body? What is the situation when the sword qi melts?

No, the little doctor's sect energy is not only melting the sword energy, but how can it melt its demonic power?!

This...this is not primitive at all!
Chapter completed!