In the days that followed, a dull-looking, dark-skinned young man appeared next to Suning.
He is not tall and relatively thin, but his hands and feet are nimble when doing things and he has a keen eye.
Cleaning, drying medicinal materials, visiting patients who come for consultation...
Basically, there is no need for Suning to give instructions. He can do everything very well and is thorough in everything.
The only thing that makes people confused is that he doesn't seem to like talking to people. Whether they are strangers or acquaintances in the neighborhood, most of the time, he just stands silently.
If he was really asked about something urgently, he would scratch his head and face, turn red, and hold back a word for a long time.
Well, it was unclear and the answer was not what was asked.
At first, everyone thought he was shy and teased him and made fun of him from time to time.
Slowly, as time passed, everyone realized that the little boy was shy. He was born not good at words and did not know how to deal with others.
As a result, someone gave him the apt nickname "Menghulu".
"Meng Hulu, is the old miracle doctor here?"
"Menghulu, where is your master?"
"Menghulu, are the medicinal materials I ordered yesterday ready?"
"Boring gourd..."
Early in the morning, a young man whose real name was Xu Jun was being called around by his neighbors.
Busy in front of and behind, busy with everything.
One moment I was helping people pack medicinal materials, and the other moment I was climbing up and down the shelves to organize them.
One moment he went to the backyard to chop firewood with a hatchet, and the next moment he came out with sweat on his forehead to deliver prescriptions to people.
He barely had a moment of leisure all morning, he was in a hurry, but he was used to it.
Yes, he has been working with Suning for half a year since he put on the disguise mask that day.
I haven't had a good night's sleep in half a year, and I am terrified day and night, fearing that one day my identity will be exposed inadvertently, and I will be kidnapped by the Sun family, which will also implicate Suning, the hard-spoken and soft-hearted "good master".
Therefore, he tried not to go out or speak as much as possible to avoid attracting attention and arousing suspicion from interested people.
At the same time, he was also curious about Suning's identity.
A nameless old man with a sixth level of martial arts cultivation and no martial arts skills at all. However, he had superb medical skills and had healing methods that even the eleventh level of his martial arts could not match.
It ranges from the specific effects of each medicinal plant to the different physiques of practitioners.
The old man's insight and his profound knowledge of heaven and fortune often brought Xu Jun a profound and shocking insight.
Not to mention the priceless disguise mask, which is regarded as a top-notch item.
Is this something a secular doctor can have?
The disguise mask can be regarded as something he picked up by luck, and his superb medical skills can also be regarded as his smart mind and self-taught.
However, the numerology of heaven, the cycle of life and death outside the cycle of cause and effect, is a secret that even the eighteenth level of my master's martial arts may not be able to understand. He, a sixth-level martial artist, can speak clearly and clearly.
How can this make Xu Jun not suspicious? Not curious?
Of course, curiosity is curiosity, and no matter how curious he is, he will not retaliate and hurt his savior.
He was simply aroused and wanted to find out. Why did the old man live in seclusion here?
Are you trying to avoid being chased by your enemies like him? Or is it because you have no choice but to do so?
"Day by day, I don't know what to do while hiding in the house."
Looking at the room where Suning was sitting out of the corner of his eye, Xu Jun, who was very busy and exhausted, muttered a few words in a low voice and curled his lips to himself.
What he didn't know was that at this moment, Suning was sitting on the bed with his eyes closed, wandering in the sky.
With the spread of his mind, countless lonely ghosts and the souls of newly deceased people were firmly locked by him, and he observed them carefully.
From early morning to noon, from noon to evening.
Sunset, sunrise.
This sitting lasted for three whole days.
He didn't open his eyes, get out of bed, or make any movements for three days.
