MTL - There’s A Beauty-Chapter 113 .Medicine

Whenever I think of the master going to the Zhou's Medical Museum, staying with Zhou Miaoyin alone and widows, and being close and intimate with each other, there is no way to be sour with a cricket, and I want to send a few ghosts to check it.

"My lord, it ’s not that the young people do n’t want to worry about you, but that the breath of the King of Kings is too similar to you, and the young people are afraid to come close! You still have yin and yang eyes. It ’s the same. As soon as the youngsters approached him, they were overwhelmed by his breath. If he came over inadvertently, not to mention a touch and stepping on it, he would be swept away by the wind of his sleeve. "" The starving ghost said in horror.

You can control Ziwei's emperor's vitality by mental force. If you don't want the ghosts to notice it, just take it in Dantian and look at it. It's an ordinary mortal, but the master is ignorant, so the breath is terrible. He had already crossed the emperor's energy to Youyou, but with the help of Youyou, he became the Emperor several times, and the lost power naturally went back. Now, the Ziqi Emperor's spirit on both of them can be said to be half-shared and complement each other.

Feeling relieved and worried, Youyi had to move a small stool and wait at the door of Renxintang.

As soon as Wang Fu went out, he saw the young man holding his cheeks with his hands, a look that he wanted to wear, and seeing himself, his **** eyes were shining, as if very happy. He quickly covered Wei Yang's heart and walked towards the teenager step by step.

"Can someone come to see you today?" He asked warmly.

"No." Youzhen shook his head helplessly.

"Replace the brand. If anyone really comes to you with incurable disease and you can't cure it, how can you end it?" The king of kings endured and forbeared, and finally reached out and stroked the juvenile soft hair.

If you are still a puppy now, you can flick the tail behind you to the sky. His cheeks were red, his eyes were bright, and he said loudly, "Master Wang, rest assured, there is no cure for me in this world. I know you don't believe me now, and wait a while for my name to spread to the world, come to me again . "

Huh! Zhang Gui, who stood aside, laughed, and the rest of the guards shrugged their shoulders and tried to smile. Could this yellow-haired kid be sick in his brain? Dr. Zhou didn't even dare to say this. He repeated it over and over again. If anyone really came to you on one day, see how he ended up!

Youyi didn't care about the other person's ridicule. When he saw the passing of the candied gourd, he quickly grabbed the master's sleeve. "Master, can you please eat the candied gourd?" At the end, the uncle Wang rushed forward and took the old man Buy the whole stack of candied gourds, with a donated expression on his face.

The king raised his hand and covered his eyes. The young man now looks like a glowing ball, shining very brightly; and like a crimson charcoal ball, radiant with heat, it is particularly attractive to his cold-hearted person. Unconsciously, he would think of him, look at him, and then his heart would jump. In order to control his illness, he would never let foreign objects interfere with his mind. He lived to twenty-six, without even the most basic moods, sorrows and sorrows. Like now, his mind is not singular, his heart is irritable or the first time. But as soon as he saw the bright eyes of the boy and the small pear vortex on the cheek, he naturally faded away from this restless heart.

He rubbed his lingering chest and waited for the cantaloupe from the haystack after calming down, but the young man held his fingertips and persuaded, "Don't take this one, this one is a bit sour. I'll pick one for you The sweetest root. "

"All candied fruits are the same. How do you know which one is the sweetest?" His eyes seemed interesting, and he seemed to have forgotten that his fingers were still held by the teenager.

It took me a long time to get to the master. How could you easily let him go, hold it tighter, and then hand the haystack to Zhang Gui, picking and picking with the free left hand, hesitating. He naturally has a secret method to identify which sweet gourd is the sweetest, but he is reluctant to let the master leave, only a moment is a moment.

At this moment, a woman came running with a little boy in her arms and shouted, "Song Shenyi, who is Song Shenyi? Please save my child!" Onlookers pass by, with no faces on her face With a gloating expression.

King Wang's heart was in trouble, and he was trying to get the guards to stop the people for a little calmness. At the end, they were sent to Zhou's Medical Museum for resettlement, but when the young boy stepped forward, he took the little boy into his arms.

Starting with a cold and stiff, with corpse spots of varying degrees, apparently dead for more than half an hour, ordinary doctors will never take over, but there is no problem with the uncle. He carried the child into Renxintang, placed it on a wooden bed, and calmly asked, "Is it drowning?"

"Yes, I'm drowning!" The woman nodded in a hurry, then looked at Dr. Song Shenyi with a peep in the eyes, and at the end of her heart hesitated. The Song Shenyi is too young. His beautiful eyebrows are still a little childish. The cheek powder-tender and fleshy-looks younger. How old is he this year? Fourteen or fifteen? Is the medical book back familiar? How many patients have you seen? Can his medicine really compete with the famous doctor Zhou?

Hearing the laughter of passers-by outside the door, the woman finally realized that she seemed to be misled. Who are these people? How can you make a joke about life?

The King of Kings was also unhappy. When Zhou Miaoyin was caught in the crowd, he waved at her immediately.

"Going back to the Lord, the woman can't cope. The child has been dead for more than half an hour. There is no way to save him."

The King of Kings was convinced of Doctor Zhou, and if the woman was in trouble, she would let the guards take care of it, and the sign at the door had to be put away to avoid such trouble. The two pushed away the crowd and walked in, but when they saw that the teenager was very calm, while asking where the woman and the child were drowning, they took out a yellow note paper to depict it.

Wait, what's the yellow note paper? Is Song Treasurer a doctor or a priest? The woman was infected by the teenager's unhurried attitude, and now she was thinking of something else.

Zhou Miaoyin took a closer look and saw that he was not writing a prescription, but a series of ghosts drawing peach charms, with a strange expression on his face. Many passers-by crowded in to make fun, and at this time they started to coax, "Song Shenyi, people are still on the bed-why don't you save? What is this stuff you painted?"

"You don't know now? People are true gods. You do n’t need to prescribe medicine, just draw a few charms and give them to the children!" This person explained clearly, but in fact, there was a dark damage. A few weeks ago, Doctor Gain and a doctor The gods fought over the law and stunned the man so that he would not dare to step into the Cangzhou government. Doctor Zhou also said that if you are sick, you have to see the doctor to take medicine. Don't believe in the so-called monks and priests, let alone drink the Fushui pills they give. Not only are they useless, some are poisonous.

Some people couldn't hear the truth, and persuaded eagerly, "This sister-in-law, don't trust the Song shopkeeper! A priest said a few days ago that he could cure diseases with Fushui, but he almost poisoned the Lin family boy. It was still Dr. Zhou who arrived in time to save the person. Dr. Zhou said that Fushui is dirty water. Drinking it will only make you sick. Your child has already suffered such a serious crime.

Where is the woman? Although he also had doubts about Dr. Song, he resisted not to stop it.

However, she did not speak up and was stopped by someone. Zhou Miaoyin quickly walked to the table and said insidiously, "Song treasurer, superstition is not advisable. If you accompany everyone, you will say that this brand is written for fun. A **** is sent away, everyone will not be blame for your young age. If you are willing to go alone, this thing will become the biggest laughingstock of your life. Even if the medical skills are advanced in the future, everyone can no longer trust You. There is no know-how to open a medical museum. One is relying on medical skills; the other is studying in morals, and the rest are crooked and evil, which will only make you more and more biased. "

Youyu took care of the paintings, and took time to give Zhou Miaoyin a look of contempt. The King of Kings couldn't stand it anymore, and stepped forward to hold his shoulders, persuading, "Don't make trouble if you have a joke. You are kidding yourself about your credibility. If a doctor has no credibility, how can you support Renxintang? Forget the end of Song Lengdong? "

Does the master deny himself in the presence of an outsider? Youyi became more and more angry, shook his big palm resting on his shoulder, and walked towards the little boy.

The king of kings was really helpless. He was trying to get the guards to drive the crowd away, but he heard Zhou Miaoyin exclaim, "Everyone is gone, there is nothing good. The brand of Song Treasurer is for fun. The child will be withdrawn. He is very young, and his family is in trouble, and everyone is considerate and considerate. "

Wang Wangyuan also wanted to put away the brand, but he did not make his own claim like Zhou Miaoyin, but was prepared to talk with Youyi sincerely. Youyi is a very thoughtful child and he needs the respect of others.

Sure enough, when I heard this, I was mad, and said slowly, "Who is this brand that I dare to move! Today I am talking here, you can cure Zhou Miaoyin, I can cure you I can cure the incurable diseases. You are still early! "

Alas, a big tone! The passers-by were taunting, and then made a group of mockery. Zhou Shenyi has countless living people and has a good reputation, and the Huangmao kid doesn't pee on his own arrogant virtue. The words were too full to be drowned by the spit star.

Wang Wang Fu'er, the heart said that this child is really wayward, I really want to take it back to fart-what is going on? Zhou Miaoyin's expression was slightly awkward, but she still couldn't let go. Song Youzhen's elder brother died because of her. When she saw the thin young man supporting the lintel alone, she waited for the sky to fall and returned solitary, and she felt uneasy and took care of the other party as a junior. But in fact, I am afraid that the other party does not want to receive it? In his heart, he is about the annihilation of enemies.

Zhou Miaoyin had to persuade her again, but listened to the woman's stern voice, "I'm willing to ask Song Shenyi to see a doctor, to do the bottom line? You all give me a break, don't delay Song Shenyi's operation!" At the end, he pushed Zhou Miaoyin hard.

The running man at the Zhou's Medical Museum stepped forward to help and accused, "This sister-in-law, do you still not make sense? Our doctor Zhou was afraid that your son would be sinned before he came to persuade him. Why don't you appreciate it? Tell me the truth You, your son has died so long ago, the immortal Da Luo can't be rescued. "

On the other side, Auntie has pasted the rune paper on the child's forehead, urging loudly, "Where is the family? Hurry up and call his name!"

The young man who was always by his brother stood up immediately. "The dog is left, the dog is left. Come back, my brother is wrong. I will take you to dig out the eggs every day."

"Lianming shouted with a surname, it's useless to shout a small name." Youxi mentioned.

The boy hurriedly changed his mouth. "Li Gou left, Li Gou left, come back quickly, my brother is wrong, and he will take good care of you and never leave you!" The woman also came over and shouted together, while She cried and looked sad.

Waiting for the busy passersby to be gradually infected, not to put away the gloating expression, isn't it a bit idiomatic to ridicule the noise just like secretly? The child died long ago, and even Doctor Zhou couldn't save it. How can others help? Instead of giving people hope and facing despair, it is better to persuade her to take the body back and bury it well.

So a few women shouted loudly, "Song dispensers, don't pretend that the mother and child's tears are tricked. You can persuade people to leave, no one will care about you, people died long ago, not You died. "

Someone was unmoved, raised his hand for a moment, and determined, "Coming back." As soon as the voice fell, there was a cold wind passing through the crowd, blowing the clothes of some people, even more coldly. The coldness of the bone marrow penetrated through the body.

"His, Fang, what's that?" The man who had been struck by the gust of wind clenched his arms and turned pale. Still others look left and right, suspicious. Ben also quieted down the noisy streets.

The King of Kings sat up and waited for the queen, and stood up when he saw the scene. The overcast wind did not dare to enter the doorway, and lingered from left to right, the sand dust rolled up by it formed a gray smoke mark, clearly marking its course of action.

At this moment, passers-by became more horrified and horrified. No one can mistake this overcast wind as a northwest wind blowing casually from outside. Gein seems to be sane. He walks up the stairs for a while, and walks down the stairs for a while.

"Actually, I really called the soul back!" I wonder who whispered, and then everyone returned to their minds, and went back and forth in a hurry, for fear of being caught by the little ghost.

"Song Shenyi, is it my son? Why doesn't he come in?" The woman wanted to embrace the plume of smoke formed by the yin wind, and was afraid to knock it apart.

Youyou went to the master and whispered, "Master, you are a noble man. You are surrounded by clouds and bright lights, and you will probably run into the ghost. If you stand here, you will not dare to come in. Please avoid it for a moment."

For the first time, Zhang Gui looked at Song's shopkeeper with his straight eyes, and the more he looked at the evil door, the more he was scared, the more he was scared. The King of Kings did not remain difficult, and walked towards the door. The pillar of smoke really was afraid of him, and quickly walked around, waiting for him to retreat far enough before he broke into Renxintang.

"Go in, really go in! It turned out that I was afraid of the grandeur of the Lord!" The passerby exclaimed.

"Mr. Song's shopkeeper really has the ability to come back to life?" Many people have already believed.

"Let's take a look again." Still others were dubious.

Zhou Miaoyin has never believed in ghosts and gods, even if the wind is blowing in front of her eyes, it is still a small whirlwind formed by accident, and her face is disapproved and indifferent. The ancients were short-sighted, and they were deceived with a little confusion. If they want to carry forward modern medicine and treat more people, I am afraid there is still a long way to go.

She didn't want to watch the farce anymore. She shook her head and moved, but heard the woman scream, "The dog left his eyes open, he's alive!"

My mother, is he really alive? Passers-by want to squeeze in to see, but also afraid of getting stale, one or two necks are stretched out to see.

The treasurer of Song lifted the person up and lifted off the forehead of his forehead. A flick of his fingertips caused it to ignite without fire, and then threw it into a bowl of water to stir. This movement was both smooth and subtle, and unpredictable, making everyone look straight.

"Why did this charm suddenly ignite? What a wonderful way!" Passers-by were amazed.

"Mr. Song is really the god? Are we all looking away?"

"Live, I do live! Drinking water!" Someone shouted incredulously. This sentence seemed to be dripping into the oil pan, causing the entire Shennong Street to boil.

The king of kings standing under the corridor immediately walked in, and when the boy saw that he was feeding water to the little boy, he explained cautiously, "Don't let him near the drowning river in the future. He didn't enter the gate of the gate, but from the river The drowning ghost who came here must have been caught as a substitute. The drowning ghost has identified him. As long as he sees him near the river bank, he will try his best to lead him down. It is an exception for me to save him once and for all. No two or three times. "

The woman and her eldest son nodded again and again, promising to look at Song's shopkeeper with awe and gratitude.

Zhou Miaoyin and Paotang were already stupid, and it took a while to rush forward, pulsing their veins, supporting their eyelids, sniffing their noses, and their expressions became more and more shocking. The already stiff body has become softer, the coagulated blood has circulated, and the corpse has disappeared. Although the breath is weak and the consciousness is blurred, it has come alive!

how can that be possible? how is this possible! Did we read it wrong? Zhou Miaoyin thought more and more of his brain. He held the child's wrist repeatedly to detect the pulse, but he refused to let go. The woman was very disgusted with her previous self-righteous behavior, pushed her away, scolded her, "Go away, my child will not show you. What Zhou Shenyi, Wei Guo's first national hand, I am alas!"

This time, even the dude with a sharp tooth had nothing to say. He followed Doctor Chou more or less to learn a little bit of medicine, so as not to be able to distinguish between dead and living people. The child did die before, but he lived again, absolutely true, like a fake replacement! What is the origin of Song Treasurer? Living fairy?

The King of Kings did not believe in ghosts and gods more than Zhou Miaoyin, and groaned, "Is this child just a fake death before?"

Had already raised his head and raised his chest, Qing waited for the master to look at himself with a puddle of cold water like a pour of cold water from the inside out. His cheeks quickly turned red, thinking or not authentically, "Fart! He clearly saved me!"

"Fuck, fart?" King Wang lifted his eyelids, repeating slowly, word by word. Such swear words, where did the boy learn from? I really should take it back to wash my mouth!

Youyi quickly covered his mouth and looked back with big innocent eyes. I really can't blame him. Anyone who has closed his mouth with an open mouth is swearing for decades, and it will inevitably be affected. Is it okay to never say it again? He raised his hands and made a surrender.

King Wang was so angry and funny, somehow he wanted to take the boy back to discipline. At this moment, Zhou Miaoyin suddenly realized that he clenched again and again and again, "Master Wang was right! The child was not dead before, I must have read it wrong!"

Only in this way can she save her precarious worldview. Da Vinci once said: There is only one truth, it is not in religion, but in science. The so-called ghosts and gods are superstitions, which are both false! She told herself over and over again, her expression changed from horrified to unsteady.

Passers-by outside the door also easily trusted Dr. Zhou's judgment. The issue of resurrection is too ridiculous for most people to accept, but there are also those who are convinced of this and look at Song shopkeepers again and again, eventually turning into unspeakable awe.

Youyi finally managed to make a name, and in the blink of an eye, he was mostly scattered by his master. He desperately wanted to stare at his master, but he did n’t have that courage, so he had to drum up his cheeks and say, "I saved people. This is an indisputable fact. It ’s all gone. Do n’t block my shop door. I still want to do business ! "

He was stabbed, and the king was not angry, pointing at the haystack and asked, "What about my candied fruit?"

"No for you! Sooner or later, you will come to ask me one day!" Youzhe's eyes were bright, as if burning two fires.

The king wanted to laugh, but in the end he still resisted, and nodded and went out, "Well, then you wait for the king."

Zhou Miaoyin also said goodbye, her face suddenly ugly and pale. As soon as she stepped out of the store with her front feet, many people crowded in on her hind feet, and shouted, "Song Shenyi, I'm not feeling well. Please take a look."

Some people want to understand. The reason why others despise him is because he forced the grid to be not high enough. If he pretends to be a fairy-tale bone, mysterious and unpredictable, people will rush to seek medical treatment. Before that, The "free consultation" brand should not be displayed at all. As the so-called yiyichangyizhi, he reached out and pointed out the door, proudly, "See? I treat incurable diseases, do not come to me if you have a headache or hot brain, go left and go to Zhou's Medical Museum. They Can cure. "

He was originally imperial, and he stayed high for a long time. His expression of aloofness was bluffing. Everyone retreated to his star-like eyes, and he said that there were indeed two brushes in the Song shopkeeper. His medical technique is profound and profound, obviously not the same way as Doctor Zhou. Dr. Zhou also belongs to the category of mortals, but he is a bit unpredictable and difficult to speculate. No more, let's wait for a serious illness.

From this day on, the appraisal of Song Treasurer has become polarized. Some people said that he was lucky, and accidentally picked up Doctor Zhou's omissions, and next time he might be ugly. Others said that his mana is deep and not at all comparable to that of ordinary people such as Doctor Zhou. He is the one who both walks into the ghost door. He Can also be saved.

The three mothers and sons rescued spared no effort to correct the name of Ren Xintang. The eldest son had to repay Song's mercy for his life, and he was eventually left as a rancher. The shopkeeper of Song goes to the Zhou's Medical Museum every day for several laps. When he sees a critically ill patient, he utters the words, "I can only cure this disease." Over time, he got the nickname "Only I can rule", which made people laugh and cry. 2k novel reading network