"Thief, you still want to kill people, don't leave."

Zhang Kun and Li Xiaowan hurriedly ran in front, followed by a large group of fierce men and women chasing after them.

The person chasing at the front was an old woman in her forties or fifties with a sallow complexion. She was waving a broom in her hand, as if she wanted to beat two doctors who were preparing for a "good-hearted free clinic" to death on the spot.

Behind him, there are people holding hoes, holding kitchen knives, and dancing with dung forks...

They chased for two miles before stopping.

Zhang Kun was fine, he just looked back, frowning, with a thoughtful look on his face.

Li Xiaowan was indignant.

"Obviously I have suffered from wind and cold. As long as I list the Yingxiang branch Zhengfengmen, Fengchi and Hegu points, it can be relieved. I prescribe two doses of medicine and it will be cured. But they want to say that we kill people. They also say that it will make the gods displeased.

,It’s really, really..."

The little girl didn't know whether she was angry or too tired from running. She retched beside her and finally regained her breath.

"Stupid, so stupid."

Their medical skills are not very high, and they can only treat some common ailments, focusing on relief.

Although I don't know why Zhang Kun wants to spend money to treat people, but since his "cousin" has decided, Li Xiaowan naturally has no objection.

She acts as a very qualified "consultant" beside her. When the two diagnose the disease, there will be basically no deviation, and they are still very confident when taking action.

What's the problem?

The problem is, people are unwilling to take treatment...

Of the five families we visited, one family fed its children on human blood steamed buns and refused to let Zhang and Kun get close at all.

Two families asked for holy water from the Guangming Church, gave it to their children, and then waited happily for their children to get better;

A man dug up incense ash at Qingzhen Temple, mixed it with water to make a black paste, and poured it into the patients... Zhang Kun said he wanted to practice medicine and prescribe medicine, but as soon as he said it, he was called a liar.

There was no chance to take action at all.

The old woman and the old man in charge of the house just now had a cold, a severe fever, and their brains were almost burned out.

The family got the folk remedy somewhere, so they moved the old man to the cellar to dry. It was damp, cold and cool here, and the cold wind was blowing. The temperature dropped a little, and half of his life was actually lost.

Her family members were burning incense and worshiping in front of the Fox Fairy's shrine, and they were very respectful.

Zhang Kun used threats and inducements to convince the old woman to agree to the treatment. When he took out the silver needles and before he started acupuncture, the old woman called a lot of people to chase her.

"There was something wrong with the strategy, but I made the mistake of taking it for granted."

Zhang Kun was not discouraged. Not only was he not angry, but he smiled: "No wonder the saying goes, the doctor doesn't knock on the door, and the word is not preached lightly. If it comes easily, it will not be cherished, but it will be doubted and even rejected by others. Ancient wisdom

It’s really no small matter.”

In fact, he underestimated the people of this era and their ignorance.

The ideas in your mind are very strange, but they are so deeply ingrained that they won’t listen to anything you say.

"Let's take out the needle and prick his acupuncture points. Her family has never seen this before, so it's not surprising that she overreacted."

"Then it won't be cured. How can you still beg for treatment? There is no such thing in the world..." Although Li Xiaowan also understands this truth, he was really scared of being hunted just now. He was mainly angry that his good intentions were treated like a donkey's liver and lungs.

"Of course we can't leave without treatment, but these families can't leave. Their true identity has been revealed and they have prejudices in their hearts."

Zhang Kun shook his head: "Xiao Wan, tell me, how do you talk to a hysterical prisoner so that he can calm down and listen to you?"

"How about you follow his advice?" The little girl is still spiritual.

"Yes, have you noticed that these people generally go to Guangming Church, Taoist temples and temples to seek talisman water and incense ash? They even believe in their own guardian spirits, such as fox fairies, snake gods, etc.

Keep safe."

"Yes, even though we believe in God so much, we don't see the gods curing them. Alas... we are not gods, so they won't listen no matter what we say..."

When Li Xiaowan said this, he suddenly froze and looked up.

"Pretend to be a god...make a fool of yourself!"

"Yes, Xiaowan is really smart."

Zhang Kun nodded and smiled.

After receiving the compliment, Li Xiaowan was no longer angry. He smiled so hard that his eyebrows arched and his eyes narrowed: "Then how do you pretend to be cool?"

"We can't pretend to be gods, but we can still be monks and Taoists. To pretend to be a monk, you need to shave your head, which is a little inconvenient, so you might as well pretend to be a Taoist priest. And you don't even need to put on any makeup to pretend to be a white crane boy."

Zhang Kun clapped his hands and decided immediately.

This time the two of them changed their minds. They first went to the Guandi Temple in the north of the city to donate some incense money, and then bought old Taoist robes that had been washed white from the temple, and then changed their appearance.

"Why do you need an old Taoist robe and a hairless fly whisk?" Li Xiaowan was wearing the clothes of a Taoist boy, which was not inconsistent at all. Although the clothes were old, they still could not conceal the elegant and pure aura of her body.

Zhang Kun touched his fake beard and fake Taoist bun, danced the fly whisk in his hand, and looked like an old fairy: "Tell me, why do the immortals and bodhisattvas encountered by mortals in the play always have shabby and shabby clothes? Or?

In the mountains, or by the water..."

"Perhaps they think that these gods and Bodhisattvas are as poor as them?" Li Xiaowan replied in an uncertain voice.

He laughed as he said this, knowing that this was somewhat unreliable.

"Just like them... these few sentences reveal the secret."

Zhang Kun put his hands together and sighed.

People's sense of trust and affinity are actually very idealistic things that cannot be explained clearly.

People in the world only believe in what they can imagine, just like they believe that the emperor will plow the land with a golden hoe. They never think of things beyond their cognition.

In fact, even if there are gods and bodhisattvas in this world, they are still aloof and will not care about the life and death of ordinary people in Guizhou.

"Let's go."

The two of them went back to kill him, and searched for patients according to the pictures... No, they visited the patients according to the books.

This time it was much smoother.

In this family, the old lady with a haggard face has already run out of energy.

When he saw someone coming to the door, he just raised his eyelids, his eyes dull, as if he was waiting to die.

She actually has nothing wrong with her.

It was her son who was sick.

A skinny man, about twenty-seven or eighty-years-old, was lying on the wooden couch... The thin thin quilt covered his abdomen, which was bulging high, as if he was ten months pregnant.

Sweat dripped down the man's face like a stream, and he grunted in pain from time to time. His body also twitched from time to time. He thought he was in extreme discomfort.

"Taoist Master, this is a demon fetus entering the body. Could it be possible to subjugate a demon?"

The honest middle-aged man who led Zhang Kun and the two into the house was named Zhang Tiezhu, and he was quite an enthusiastic person.

He looked at Zhang Kun with a humble face, and his eyes were full of pleading: "Aunt Wang is just such a son. When he was working in the fields, did he bump into any monsters? He hasn't gotten better after so long, and his life can no longer go on."

"Have you invited anyone to come and see it?"

"I asked for three longevity incense sticks from Master Lian Xin. I'm lighting them... maybe they can drive away the demons."

Zhao Tiezhu replied this way.

Real person Lian Xin?

Zhang Kun frowned slightly, thinking what kind of swindler this was. Can burning incense cure diseases?

After seeing the patient with Li Xiaowan, they discussed it in a low voice.

Both of them were sure that the patient actually had a worm in his belly, and that without targeted treatment, it was already serious and almost life-threatening.

Zhang Kun felt that this family was lifeless and the patient and his family members did not have much will to survive, making it very difficult to deal with.

There is no greater sorrow than the death of one's heart.

Even if I try to get the right treatment, the patient won't be too cooperative.

Maybe even crazy...

Not to mention any gratitude.

Could it be that we are going to miss again?
Chapter completed!