Inside the house, I covered little Shaqi's belly and quickly asked: "Sister Song! Do you mean to accept her as your apprentice?"
Doctor Song shook his head: "It's not me who accepts her. She is no longer suitable for learning martial arts at this age. I will let my junior sister take her in and concentrate on learning the gold and stone elixirs of Xiaojialan Temple."
I said excitedly: "I understand! Do you mean to let her learn to daydream?"
"Who is Daydream?"
"Daydream is a member of the Old Sea Dog family with a stick of Ecstasy Incense! He is very famous in the world!" I explained quickly.
Doctor Song looked with contempt in his eyes and said: "How can that kind of low-level incense skills be compared with our sect's secret medicine skills? It's like heaven and earth."
At this time, the drunkard who had been listening to Linquan frowned and said: "Little Jialan Temple? Little girl, please forgive me, I know all the martial arts in the world, how come I have never heard of such a sect in the world?"
Dr. Song was wearing a white coat. She crossed her long legs and said calmly: "You don't know that our Xiaojialan Temple is normal, because you haven't reached that level yet."
Linquan Drunkard's face changed slightly, and he said: "What a great tone! I started teaching at the age of fifteen, and entered the world at the age of eighteen. I have visited both Jiangsu Jialan Temple and Luoyang Jialan Temple, the rosary master and the seven halls of the Bodhisattva Hall.
I also know some of those monks, but am I not a drunkard? You, a little girl, have only been in the martial arts world for a few years, so you are looking down upon them."
I touched the drunkard uncle and told him to stop talking nonsense. She didn’t know the real situation! She kept calling me a little girl. I don’t know how old Dr. Song is! In fact, she looks like she is in her thirties.
old witch.
Doctor Song rolled up his hair on his forehead and said with a smile: "Uncle, you are Xiao Xiangzi's friend and I don't want to argue with you. Just think that Xiaojialan Temple is an unpopular sect. As for this little girl,
I decided to take her in for my junior sister because of her talent."
I'm confused, can talent be something that can only be seen with the eyes?
> However, what Little Red Hair said next made me understand.
Little Red Hair told me that in the past, little Shaqi took care of their friends who had colds, fevers, and stomachaches, because when they went out to dig through the trash cans, they often found some unknown capsules and tablets that others had thrown away. Little Shaqi
He would break open the capsules and mix them with other pills to make a soup. Those who had a fever and cold would just drink the soup in a daze and be cured.
As soon as Xiao Hongmao said these words, Dr. Song's eyes lit up even more.
Shui Mosquito was the most honest and honest. He suddenly cried and wiped his eyes and said: "Ugh, little fox sister can't join the beggar gang with us. I think little fox sister is not sick. She just fell asleep. Just Snow White."
Same, maybe I can kiss her and wake her up."
The little red-haired kid slapped the water mosquito and said angrily: "What the hell are you talking about! You are dreaming! Even if you kiss me, you have to let me kiss you! How could it be your turn!"
After being beaten, the water mosquito cried even more fiercely!
Dr. Song might have found it interesting. She pulled Shuizhi over and hugged her into her arms, smiling and comforting her: "Okay, stop crying. Auntie loves you."
Water Mosquito buried his head deep in Dr. Song's chest. He glanced at Little Red Hair secretly, then buried his head again, crying for aunt.
I just happened to see this scene, and I suddenly felt that this guy Shui Mosquito might not be as honest as he seemed.
I called Uncle Gui outside the clinic and told him some real facts about Dr. Song. Of course, I also selectively concealed some of it.
After hearing this, he looked extremely surprised and kept asking me if it was true.
I said that what I saw with my own eyes cannot be false!
The drunkard uncle leaned on crutches and said: "If this girl is really so powerful, then I am indeed short-sighted."
It’s over.”
I nodded: "Uncle Drunkard, as the saying goes, there is a world outside the world. As ordinary people, we cannot know everything and understand everything. There are many hidden sects in the world that are very mysterious. It is normal that you have not heard of Xiaojialan Temple.
It was a very small nunnery that used to be hidden on Xiaojinshan Island on the Xin'an River. Later, the whole island sank into the water and no one knew about it."
"Doctor Song is so powerful, so naturally her junior sister's abilities won't be any worse. Anyway, uncle, you listen to me on this matter. It's a blessing for little Shaqi to be a disciple of these strange people, and it will definitely be good for her in the future.
"
He nodded to express his approval of what I said.
After entering the door again, he put down his crutches and bowed to Dr. Song: "Little girl, what I said just now offended you so much. I hope you won't take it to heart. I apologize to you."
I gritted my teeth and whispered, "Why do you still call me little girl?"
Dr. Song seemed to have heard it, and she waved her hand: "Okay, I don't take it to heart. A little girl will be a little girl. Every woman wants to be called younger." ??
I breathed a sigh of relief. I was worried that she would think Uncle Drunkard was disrespectful by shouting like this.
Doctor Song looked at the drunkard uncle and said calmly: "Uncle, if I'm not mistaken, you must have hidden wounds accumulated over the years in your body."
The drunkard uncle said in surprise: "Yes, girl, can you help me in any way?"
Dr. Song smiled and said: "It's simple, just wait."
Dr. Song went into the inner room and took out a small glass bottle. She came out and handed it to the drunkard uncle and said: "Xiaojialan Temple's special secret medicine, ten drops a day, taken with warm water can cure all the hidden wounds in your body."
Uncle Drunkard cupped his fists to say thank you, and then poured a little out of the bottle.
I saw that Dr. Song's medicine is a milk-like liquid, with an overall milky white color and crystal clear color.
The drunkard uncle immediately took a sip. After just half a minute, he said with a surprised expression: "It's really a miracle medicine! I feel something."
Effect!"
Unexpectedly, Dr. Song changed the topic in the next second: "Of course it is effective, but if you want to cure the hidden wounds, you must stop drinking for half a year, because the wine you drank is not ordinary wine."
Uncle Drunkard clasped his fist at Dr. Song again and said: "It is very difficult for me to give up drinking for half a year. I would like to ask if the conditions can be relaxed, such as how many days of abstinence can be changed?"
Doctor Song shook his head with a dark face: "No."
I smiled and said, "Uncle Drunkard! You just have to endure your alcohol addiction! Half a year has passed in the blink of an eye!"
He argued for himself: "Little brother, you don't know something. In fact, I am not addicted to alcohol at all. I drink just to practice drunken boxing. The girl just advised me to quit drinking for half a year, let alone half a year. I feel alive even if I don't drink for a day."
It’s boring.”
He returned the bottle to Dr. Song: "Then I won't treat you. This medicine is so expensive, so don't waste it on me."
After saying that, he picked up the newly made wine gourd, took a big sip, laughed and went out.
Looking at his back, Dr. Song said calmly: "Interesting, but he is also a free and easy person."
"Well, Sister Song, if he doesn't want it, can you give me this medicine?" I pointed to the bottle on the table.
"Take it."
"Thank you, Sister Song!" I grabbed the bottle.
"You can taste it."
"Sister Song, Uncle Drunkard has been practicing boxing all year round. I don't have any internal injuries, can I still taste it?"
"Can."
I poured a bottle cap and tasted it, and then said with a smile: "Sister Song, this tastes like kumiss, why does it still smell like snowflake pear?"
She lay on the table and supported her head with her hands, and said calmly: "The raw material of my miracle medicine is not mare's milk."
"What is that?" I asked curiously.
She smiled and immediately opened her white coat towards me.