Chapter 120: Break the face

The monk remembered that since he came to this pharmacy, the elderly had almost always treated the poor people in the slums, and there was no charge for them. He was very impressed, and he was also very yearning for this technology, so he bowed solemnly and agreed.

Seeing Huigang agreeing, the old store manager did not continue to say anything. Instead, he reached out and patted the wounded on the cheek and said with a smile:

"Young man, you are very strong. You can last for so long without anesthetics. Well... Speaking of which, I saw someone who can hold on for so long thirty years ago."

The monk's attention just now was completely attracted by the old man's magical skills. It was not until the old man's actions that he saw that the person lying on the hospital bed, although his eyes were closed, his face was covered with cold sweat, his lips were white, and his eyelids were trembling slightly, and he was obviously awakened. Thinking that his body was pricked and cut by a knife just now, this kind of pain would really not be able to be supported if he had not had great perseverance.

Although the wounded man's blood-stained face was slightly bloody, he was still weak. The knife cut and needle pricking on his body were all heart-wrenching pain, but he did not speak out. Logically, after suffering such severe injuries, he would always ask for help or ask his relatives to come.

But the wounded man didn't say a word, but just turned his head reluctantly. He noticed that he had no companions of his own in the room, so he closed his eyes, obviously not wanting to speak.

The old store manager Enke didn't care and yawned. He was obviously a little tired after a busy day. He walked straight out and said when he passed by Huigang:

"I'll leave it to you. I'll go to bed and come to my clinic at noon tomorrow to find me."

The two assistants also left, and the monk and the wounded were left in the room. Perhaps because he heard the quiet around him, the young man lying on the hospital bed opened his eyes and looked at the monk carefully, but still didn't make any noise. Huigang stood up and turned off the lights lit up for the operation in the room, ignoring the wounded.

After sitting down, the monk closed his eyes, and his sea of ​​consciousness quickly expanded to infinite. As expected, the young man lying on the hospital bed had good martial arts and his fighting spirit reached a certain level. What surprised Huigang the most was that the young man seemed to have magic reactions, which should be magic props and other things.

But Huigang did not spend too much energy on this silent young man, but still confirmed the safety of the girl Feier in his sea of ​​consciousness. He couldn't help but think in his heart whether he should go to Marquis Omoke to see it. Feier must have missed herself.

The only lights left in the house suddenly jumped, and then slowly vibrated. Huigang suddenly stood up before the lights jumped. Although the vibration was unfamiliar, he knew what it was. It was the sound of heavy cavalry approaching, and the target was here!

The monk knew that all the people in the pharmacy had gone back to rest, and only he and the wounded were not panic at the moment, and slowly sat down again.

You can hear the sound outside getting louder and louder, but the surrounding environment is still extremely quiet. In this place where the nobles and noble families gather in the capital, everyone knows the truth that they don’t meddle in other people’s business. The guards in their mansion naturally increase their vigilance, but they don’t go outside to understand what happened.

The young wounded suddenly spoke, his voice very low, obviously his vitality had not recovered, but it was clear that he said:

"If these people come in later, if anything is wrong, can you kill me?"

Huigang looked at the young man in surprise, without saying a word, the young wounded continued:

"The heavy cavalry came outside and could not escape."

Under the dim light, the young man's eyes were full of despair.

The monk had heard the sound of smashing the door outside, and he stood up and said calmly:

"With me here, you can't die."

The tone was faint, but the confidence contained inside made the wounded man on the bed stunned. At this time, he heard a subtle sound, and it was obvious that the door lock was opened. Then he heard the sound of armor attacks and chaotic footsteps from the front. The young man's rosy face had just returned to a pale face.

A warrior in armor suddenly rushed into the door of the clinic. However, as soon as the warrior entered the door, he was grabbed by the monk as he was lifted up. The samurai's breastplate was made of a complete iron plate, smooth and had no place to borrow power. However, the true energy in the monk's hand was circulating. The thick breastplate was not much stronger than cardboard in front of Huigang's power, and was completely deformed in his hands.

The warrior was the one who had just sent the wounded. He was about to shout something, but when he saw that even a big axe on his chest had changed shape, his face turned pale and he couldn't say anything.

After the man lying on the hospital bed saw the face of the warrior who came in, the expression on his face suddenly turned into excitement. He quickly said:

"Mr. Folite, this is the one who came to pick me up."

The monk had already recognized it and put it down casually. He followed several knights holding long swords and staring at Huigang nervously.

"Don't just go into the locked door casually, do you know?"

The monk asked back, and the man nodded quickly. He had no idea that he was caught by the other party for this reason, and said with great sincerity:

"I promise like you that everything will be repaired tomorrow morning, can I pick up the patient?"

Huigang nodded and flew over the side. Several people following behind him took stretchers and carefully placed the wounded on it and carried it out. The monk followed them out of the door. There were nearly a hundred heavily armored knights waiting on the street outside, holding thick rifles and battle axes in their hands.

A carriage was parked in the middle of the team. The carriage was pitch black and there was no sign. The horse pulling the carriage in front was extremely extraordinary. After the door opened, several servants had been waiting inside. When the stretcher was about to get on the car, the young man gave a few instructions. The stretcher changed angle to the monk. The young wounded turned his head and said to Huigang in great difficulty:

"Thank you."

Huigang nodded slightly, responding, but the man didn't continue to say anything and was carried into the car.

The heavy cavalry guards left quickly on both sides of the carriage. Because the monk lived in the home of Marquis Omok, the deputy commander of the Munich Imperial Guard, and some of his experiences in this world, he knew that both the army of the country or the private army of the nobles would have badges as marks.

However, there were no marks in this team, obviously to hide something, but Huigang rarely worries about such things and turned around and entered the house.

Unexpectedly, there was a big wallet on the counter. Hui Gang opened it and looked at it. It was all brand new gold coins, about a few hundred. This was a considerable wealth. The monk took this to the clinic.

The next morning, the excited Hajin rushed into the store. He was so excited last night that he had not given the medicine to the store manager Enke, which delayed the treatment and had also accepted the patient who could not be treated. None of these things would allow the monk who threatened his status to continue to stay.

To his surprise, Enke and Leona, the old store managers who were not in the store at this time, both were here and announced that Folit will become the third apprentice, the fourth doctor in the pharmacy, and will hand over the surgery skills to him.

This news was almost a bolt from the blue for Ha Jin. You should know that he had been trying to learn Lao Enke's surgical skills, but the store manager had never taught him. This time he said he wanted to teach it to the monk. This was simply a disguised announcement that he did not have the qualification to inherit the store.

In the smiles of the clerk and Leona, Hajin, who had always been elegant, finally couldn't stand it and shouted at Enke there:

"Shopkeeper, I have worked hard here for four or five years, but I am still not as good as this young man who has just been here for half a month. Why? Could it be that Liona looks at him differently?"

The store owner Enke just now had a smile on his face. After hearing these words, he immediately sank and said seriously:

"For the past five years, you have been flattering the nobles who come here to see a doctor. I have never been to a slum with me once. I thought you gave up the inheritance of the nobles and came to this shop because I was obsessed with medical skills. I was very disappointed when I heard that you turned away the dying patients last night. Don't think I don't know about some things."

When Ha Jin heard these words, his last little politeness was thrown away, and he pointed at the old store manager and cursed:

"You old guy, you don't want to be a good court doctor, but you have to go to a bastard like a slum. Why do you have to follow you? I have spent so much effort here, and it is impossible to drive me away like this."

After saying that, he slammed the door and ran out.

Old Man Enke obviously did not expect that Ha Jin, who had always been polite to him, would say such excessive words. His face turned red with anger and almost fell down with a swaying body.

Liona next to her hurriedly went over to support the old man, and the clerks looked at each other. Although they felt that Ha Jin was very mean in their daily contact, they did not expect that this person would be such a scoundrel after he broke up.

Liona helped the old man in and rested, and after she came out, she curled her lips and said to the monk:
Chapter completed!