Walking to the end of the alley of rice shop, it is a medicine shop with the banner of "Cihuitang".

Because the patients were in and out, neighbors felt unlucky, so the pharmacy had to open another door. Whether it was for medical treatment or to get medicine, they had to take a detour from there.

"Give up, move your feet in front."

"At the moment of life! Don't block the way!"

The coachman Lao Qi heard the screaming there, and when he stretched his head, he saw that the person who was carrying it was flushed and burning to the point of being unconscious. The eldest brother had a hole in his drooping arm, and the wound was soaked white, and the smelly pus flowed. Lao Qi hurriedly retracted his head, and at the same time he gave up the plan to cover up his whereabouts by borrowing the crowd at the entrance of the medicine shop.

After a major disaster, there will often be a warm epidemic. The caravan will be on the road tomorrow, but he is not like a scattered situation.

As for the revenge of the Pengze Water Bandits and the secret use of troops by King Ning... they have nothing to do with his elder seventh.

If people in the martial arts world want to live long, they have to learn not to be thorough and apply oil to their feet.

The coachman Lao Qi lowered his head and walked out of the alley. Behind the window on the second floor of the rice shop, a veteran who was wearing a Wufu Chou jacket and frowned and ordered: "Follow up, don't be too tight, that guy is very slippery."

A servant next to the official immediately went downstairs quietly.

This seemingly old man, actually, is less than fifty years old, but he deliberately bows his waist and eyebrows, his face is covered with skin, and his cheeks are hanging down. He looks fierce and old-fashioned. He is not someone else, but the manager of Fengxingge here, "the tiger" Yuan Ting.

Among Bao Guanyong’s eight disciples, Yuan Ting ranked second.

He is also the one with the most "famous" in the world. He is not the same type of person as his junior brother Zhenshanhu.

People in the world don’t know that they are brothers, mainly nicknames such as “Some Mountain Tigers” and “Some Mountain Dragons” are a big deal. They catch a lot of people. They hold a martial arts conference and call out “Shenshan Tigers” to keep a dozen people responded. However, because of the existence of Yuan Ting, fewer people dare to use the nickname “Some Mountain Tigers”.

Although Yuan Ting lost two front teeth in his mouth because of a fight in the early years, he was ridiculed by the people of the Jianghu to be a "killing tiger" - a paper tiger with no teeth on the mountain, but Yuan Ting is still very capable. He has read the military tactics and can fight, so he is not an ordinary Jianghu. Otherwise, the job of "eliminating Pengze Water Bandits" would not fall on him.

Yuan Ting looked at the clamping passage outside the window, thinking about something.

People who have been in Fengxing Pavilion for a long time have good eyes and ears. Yuan Ting dares to bet with his head that his master must have met someone last night and learned something big, because when he met him early this morning, Bao Guanyong's eyes were red.

His master is not a sentimental scholar who sighs all day long and is drunk.

"Have you found out the identities of the two masked jianghu people who came to find out yesterday?" Yuan Ting turned his head and asked.

"No, but... a new doctor came to the pharmacy over there, and the record was not found."

Yuan Ting's subordinates answered tremblingly,

Some houses were damaged in the storm, and floods flooded the roads. Fortunately, the terrain of the county was high and the water level was only at the waist and abdomen, so no major chaos occurred. The yamen and soldiers were busy cleaning up the ruins. If they were left alone, the bodies of people and livestock rotted in the hot summer, and the plague would soon occur.

It is so chaotic and lacks manpower, so the inspection of the city gate is not strict.

Many caravans lost their luggage and had to go to the yamen to re-issue the road. When they entered the city, they would pass by. It was very difficult to check the whereabouts of outsiders.

"The doctor in the medicine shop is over 100 years old and has no beard. He looks like a scholar with fame and fortune, not like a doctor."

"Very suspicious?" Yuan Ting asked with a frown.

"No, it doesn't count." The subordinate said in confusion. "On this day alone, he has treated more than fifty people in the shop. Whether it is wind and cold cough or fall injuries, he has delivered a woman who has a difficult child for a day and a night..."

Although the doctor can cure any disease at this time, the bruises and injuries are a little far behind those of gynecology.

"Have you delivered your baby yourself?" Yuan Ting asked in surprise.

It’s not that he is rare and strange, but in this case, most people can only go to the pharmacy to hire a doctor. The doctor is unhappy to go there, and when he goes there, he just takes the pulse and prescribes a prescription for inducing labor. This cannot be blamed on the doctor. There is a difference between men and women. Sometimes, it saves the child and the woman, and turns around and forces her to death by her in-laws’ parents’ family.

"It's a woman from a family in the east of the city. Her husband was killed by the tiles blown off by the wind three days ago. It is said that she was shocked at that time. The child said that nothing could happen. Only his family worked together to carry the woman over. Although life is at stake, most people have to refuse this matter. After all, if no one asks the woman's in-laws to take a document, he might have to sue. But the doctor nodded without saying a word. The child was born in a quarter of an hour later. It is said that one step later would be a corpse and two lives."

Yuan Ting's subordinate nodded in a complicated expression and added, "Now, the news of a miracle doctor attending a medical treatment in Cihuitang has spread. Otherwise, it would be dark, why would there be many people blocking the medicine shop?"

Yuan Ting frowned deeply. The miraculous doctors in Jiangnan said no more or less, and their whereabouts were one of Fengxingge's sources of income.

Whether it is an official or a businessman, a gangster or a scholar, they are inevitably going to spend money to find the whereabouts of the miracle doctor and find hope for healing for themselves or their families. Sometimes they have to spend more money to ask which miracle doctor is more suitable for Fengxing Pavilion.

Not to mention foreign miracle doctors, even miracle doctors who popped up from the cracks of stones will be recorded as long as they practice medicine in some place and cure difficult and complicated diseases. After that, they will keep recording and paying attention to the whereabouts of this miracle doctor. Sometimes they will disguise themselves as they help miracle doctors solve some problems.

A living miracle doctor who is willing to treat people's illnesses can bring a lot of money to Fengxingge every year.

Even if you don’t have the ambition to save the world and save people, Fengxing Pavilion is very motivated just for "money".

"There are dragons and tigers hidden in the world. Maybe there are really masters who don't even know about us Fengxing Pavilion, as for the miracle doctors who don't even know about us..."

Yuan Ting paused, it didn't exist at all!

It is necessary to know that medical knowledge has its own heritage, and there are indeed people who study by themselves after reading medical books, but I have never seen so many "patients" and do not have enough "pulse cases" in my hands. Even if I have talent, I am just an ordinary doctor and can't become a miracle doctor for the time being.

"Is this... Could it be from Jiangbei?" Yuan Ting's subordinate asked tentatively.

Yuan Ting's eyebrows thumped, and finally thought of what he had overlooked.

Master Meng and Doctor Mo have crossed the river to the south.

Although the information said that they were in Jingzhou and it was close to Luling County, there were no strange things that happened to Master Meng.

"That Doctor Mo seems to be a disciple of Doctor Qin?" Yuan Ting suddenly asked.

"Is there such a saying..."

Even though Fengxing Pavilion's information is fast, it is still unclear where thousands of miles away, especially under the urgent information about Xiliang people and A Furong, the news next to it was one step slower.

When talking about Qin Lu, Yuan Ting thought of Peng Xianren from Lingyao Village, and thought again, it was OK! The two masked men who came to the door to inquire about Peng Zeshui bandits were Meng Qi Moli!

"Where is the shopkeeper? Hurry up, you can queue up at the pharmacy! I will go to the shopkeeper and I will find that miracle doctor later." Yuan Ting was excited, and all the calculations of family and country interests were wiped out, and his eyes were full of anxiety.

Manager Bao has been saying in the past month that he is older and his health is not as good as before and is unwilling to go out more.

Yuan Ting wanted to find a miracle doctor for his master, but Zhangguan Bao was unhappy. He became tough and his beard and stared at him, and sprayed his apprentice far away. If it weren't for the fact that he was full of energy when he scolded people, he wouldn't have any serious illness. Yuan Ting wanted to take the medicine to sweat and turn the shopkeeper Bao and carry it to the doctor. He should take the prescription for conditioning when he is old!

So Bao Guanyong was happily talking to his old boss about his eight apprentices. In a blink of an eye, someone knocked on the door and came in. Meng Qi jumped onto the beam of the room. Seeing the shopkeeper Bao furiously scolding Yuan Ting who was entering the door, he was spitting all over his face. Yuan Ting ignored it and helped the old man and left.

——Go to the pharmacy? Meet Dr. Mo?!

Meng Qi's eyes rolled and a fingering breeze quietly popped up.

Manager Bao's waist and back became soft, and the breath he was holding was gone, and he was immediately helped out by Yuan Ting.

Some of the people in the group were in the light and some were in the dark, and they went to Cihui Hall in a mighty manner.

Two doctors in Cihui Hall watched Mo Li put a silver needle and took the fire and removed the rotten flesh from the wound on his arm to the patient who had just sent him. People with purulent wounds like this were very difficult. The patient had a high fever and had to bite his teeth tightly, and the medicine he had boiled could not be filled. He could only rely on the patient's strong physique and willpower to withstand it.

Now there are other ways to use it, so they naturally stared at it.

While doing his hands, Mo Li told them how many points the acupuncture points were just now, how long it took to keep the needle, how about the patient being a young man, how about the elderly, and how about the woman.

Seeing that the pus and rotten meat were gone, bright red blood flowing out, Mo Li carefully applied the medicine powder.

He dictated the prescription and waited for the apprentice of the pharmacy to catch the medicine quickly. Mo Li broke the relationship between the monarch, minister, and envoy in this prescription and explained it again, striving to try to prescribe a suitable prescription when he met a different patient next time.

Mo Li spoke very quickly, but was concise and clear, and did not quaintly with the sentences in ancient medical books. The people in Cihui Hall were fascinated by hearing it and wished they could use two more hands to write down everything Mo Li said.

When Meng Qi slipped in, he saw Mo Li clean his hands in a hot water basin. The servant next to him was holding a hot towel and the other holding a tea, with a respectful look.

This situation was something that Mo Li didn't have when she first stepped into Cihui Hall.

Mo Li originally wanted to come here to buy some medicinal materials yesterday, but she encountered a young man who was bitten by a poisonous snake, half of his legs were swollen and black on his face. The doctor was helpless. Seeing that the situation was critical, he couldn't tell what poisonous snake it was. In order to prevent the poison from attacking, he could only cut off one leg.

If you lack a leg these days, it is harder to live than to die. Mo Li can only take action to "try" because he doesn't know the condition of the poison if he doesn't take the pulse.

Mo Li not only has internal skills and is proficient in medical skills, but also read two letters from Xue Lingjun, and is very familiar with the process of poisoning and qi, blood, meridians affecting the internal organs.

So the young man not only saved his life, but also saved his legs.

As the saying goes, the disease comes like a mountain and goes like a mountain of illness. Only when the poisoning improves, the face will immediately be different, the pulse and breathing will improve, and those with eyes can see the Mo Li stealing a life from the King of Hell. The doctor in Cihuitang went from being stunned to being convinced, but yesterday he "exchanged medical skills", but today it seems that it has become a "question for medical skills".

Because Jiangnan does not lack people with excellent medical skills, but there are fewer people like Mo Li who do not hide their own selfishness, making it difficult for people to disrespect them.

"Isn't this Manager Bao? You have always been strong, why are you feeling uncomfortable? Please sit here!"

When Bao Guanyong and Yuan Ting came in, Mo Li's expression remained unchanged.

The servant of the medicine shop went up to greet him, but the doctor of Cihuitang frowned quietly and whispered to Mo Li: "This shopkeeper Bao is from a rice shop in front of the alley. When he was young, he might have been a soldier in the army. He was very strong and could only wear a jacket in the middle of winter. Recently, I don't know if it was because of the younger generation at home, or whether he was old and had a bad temper, and he always pretended to be sick. He hummed and said he was uncomfortable at home, and he invited us there, and I took my pulse... Good guy, a person in his seventies is so good that he is in good health. You say that ordinary people always have some minor problems to recuperate, such as spleen deficiency and weak qi, lumbar muscle strain, and even older kidney yang deficiency! What prescription can I prescribe? I can only say that when people are old, there are always discomforts in the joints, and it is not worth taking medicine. Just keep them and don't get tired."

"No." Another doctor also whispered in a angrily manner, "his family doesn't believe it, and he has seen all the doctors in the city."

All the people in the house who have practiced martial arts ears well: "..."

Yuan Ting frowned. He hadn't heard these words before, but he insisted that this was because the doctor was not capable enough.

The root cause of the disease caused by people in the martial arts world is that ordinary doctors who do not understand martial arts may not be able to see it.

Yuan Ting only knew that his master was a general of the Chu Dynasty. He was falsely accused of exiling to a malaria-stricken place in the south and had a serious illness. Now he is old and lives in a rainy and humid place. How could he have no problems at all?

Bao Guanyong: “…”

I feel itchy and want to swear my apprentice.

This apprentice is good at everything and has great ability. He just becomes rigid and has a stubborn mind.

Meng Qi, who was hiding in the dark, almost burst out laughing.

Mo Li glanced at Fang Liang and calmly asked Manager Bao, who was sitting in front of him to stretch out his hand.

Bao Guanyong had long guessed Mo Li's identity. Since Master Meng was nearby, who would have to say the sudden emergence of this miracle doctor?

Although he often pretended to be sick, he pretended to be sick and pretended to be sick and pretended to be sick and under the noses of his old boss. Bao Guanyong's face felt hot and he wanted to dig a hole in the ground and crawl in.

“…”

While taking the pulse, Mo Li thought about why Bao Guanyong pretended to be sick. To be honest, he also wanted to persuade Manager Bao to go home early and not delay other people outside waiting for the medical treatment.

At this time, the "gerbil" on the beam gave Mo Li a tip:

"Ali, my old subordinate was actually invited out of the mountain by Mr. Qiu, the adviser of King Ning.

"His eldest disciple is in Luling County, and the second disciple is the one in front of him. The other disciples have only learned a little skill and are scattered all over the country.

"The Qingshui Bandit was run by Yuan Ting. He has not shown up very much in recent years. Now he is just pretending to be sick. Guess what he wants to do?"

Mo Li asked in a knowing voice: "He is not the same as the strategist, and Yuan Ting is still devoted to doing business for the strategist?"
Chapter completed!