Author: Really the younger brother among younger brothers
Chapter 8 Spiritual Qi in the Jar Spiritual Roots
Li Mo woke up more than an hour later than usual.
Maybe it’s because the memories that the brain accepts in a short period of time are too messy. Even after I regain my consciousness, I still feel like I have a hangover and my head is bloated.
He closed his eyes and meditated for a long time before starting to stretch his hands and feet as usual.
It wasn't until three o'clock in the morning that Li Mo stopped, sweating profusely, and used these few hours to figure out his next plan.
Li Mo changed his clothes and pinned the spiritual tablet in a conspicuous place on his waist.
He quickly left the wing, aiming directly at the medical clinic where the exercises were passed down, and happened to pass by the studio apprentice of The Walking Dead.
The painter apprentices noticed Li Mo and couldn't help but look in surprise.
They watched helplessly as Li Mo left the calligraphy and painting hall, and in the dazzling sunlight, his figure gradually disappeared into the noisy courtyard.
The painter's apprentice sat in a daze, and then began to study ink again, and the rich fragrance of ink filled the room.
From the moment Li Mo stepped out of the calligraphy and painting hall, his status has been completely different.
To become an apprentice of a formal painter, it usually only takes half a year for one to become an apprentice in the calligraphy and painting hall, and one must practice painting for at least five years.
Most people will be buried in the thick rice paper at the soles of their feet.
Li Mo was not in a hurry to leave the pawn shop and went to visit Li Qingfang and his sister. He felt relieved when he saw them studying.
The school is quite large, with hundreds of children reciting poems.
"Guan Guan Jujiu, in Hezhizhou..."
The teacher was severely decayed, with only one intact arm left. Compared with the energetic child, his vitality seemed even bleak.
Li Qingfang was drowsy when she suddenly noticed a familiar figure at the window.
She couldn't help but open her eyes wide, but her figure had disappeared, and her head was hit by the teacher's ruler.
Li Mo was walking out of the pawn shop at this time.
Along the way, he finally realized the benefits of being a painter, and the handymen all saluted and said hello.
Li Mo wanted to see Zhao Zhu again, but suddenly realized that since there were monks in the Painting and Calligraphy Hall, there must be monks in the Miscellaneous Hall as well.
After all, he was only in vain, so it was better to be careful.
Li Mo took advantage of the daylight and walked towards the medical center according to the route in his memory.
Compared with when he first came to Rong Town, Li Mo's knowledge was completely different. After seeing some figures with deformed bodies, he understood that they all mastered various spells.
The monks hurried to the outside of Rong Town, or returned to the city tiredly.
Li Mo suddenly understood that Rongzhen was probably far from calm on the surface, and the world of immortality was filled with unimaginable dangers.
It's just that he can't control the situation with his strength. Once he really comes into contact with danger, he will definitely face death.
Li Mo's expression was solemn and his pace quickened.
The medical center immediately came into view.
Li Mo walked around the medical center several times and found that the medical center covered an area twice as large as the pawn shop, and the side entrances were also heavily guarded.
The medical center is located in the center of the outer city, so its importance is self-evident.
Li Mo did not hesitate and walked into the open door of the medical clinic. Behind the green mountain bamboo screen were rows of wooden cabinets commonly found in medical clinics.
More than a dozen clerks are busy on their own, mainly responsible for drying medicinal materials and receiving townspeople who come to the hospital for medical treatment.
The disease is basically the decay of the body derived from a fatal disease. If it is not dealt with, it will turn into a living dead within a hundred years.
It’s no wonder that some townspeople have very serious fatal illnesses, but they still don’t affect their work.
"Brother, are you here for consultation?"
A clerk with good eyesight noticed Li Mo and quickly came over.
Although Li Mo is not very old, the clothes he wears belong to the pawn shop. Since he can enter and exit the pawn shop freely, his status should be quite high.
The clerk became more attentive. After all, Li Mo was in his early ten years at most, so he might be an elder in his family who worked in the pawn shop.
Little did he know that Li Mo was not born in Rongzhen at all. More than two months ago, he was still doing carpentry work with his father and brother in Niujia Village.
"I'm looking for Han Cai, Doctor Han."
When the waiter heard Han Cai's name, he couldn't help but trembled. His expression was extremely frightening, but he still agreed with a sad face.
"Then I will lead the way."
Li Mo felt a little confused and couldn't help asking the waiter: "Doctor Han has a bad temper?"
"My temper... I'm not sure."
The waiter's words were vague and he only said that Han Cai had the most seniority in the medical clinic, but they did not dare to contact Han Cai.
When the two of them entered the medical center, they heard screams that could not be stopped, accompanied by the strong aroma of medicine that hit their noses and mouths.
Even the Hell of Yama is probably nothing more than this.
Li Mo looked around with his peripheral vision and could see the consultation room that was half covered with curtains. The ground was still stained with some red and black flesh foam.
He lowered his head and glanced over, goosebumps appearing all over his body.
An operation to reattach a severed limb is ongoing in the consultation room.
He was not surprised by the limb amputation surgery. After all, in the ancient history of previous lives, surgical operations had been recorded very early, but due to poor sanitary conditions, the mortality rate was extremely high.
Nowadays, with the existence of immortality, the body's tolerance for pain has been greatly increased, and there is no need to worry about bacterial infection.
It is normal to develop simple surgical procedures.
But wouldn't the doctor's method be a little too rough?
The flesh and blood tissue of the severed limb was exposed to the air, so the doctor used a silver thread to stitch it together. If there was any missing flesh and blood, he took out gelatinous ointment to fill it.
Anesthesia? Doesn’t exist.
"kindness?"
The doctor seemed to notice Li Mo. The latter immediately looked away when he saw this, followed the clerk who was speeding up, and left the consultation room in embarrassment.
Li Mo was secretly glad that he was assigned to a pawn shop instead of a medical clinic.
He couldn't treat living people as dead things like Han Cai did. Even though there was immortality, it was harder to kill people than to keep them alive.
Li Mo walked through the inner hall, and in front of him was a courtyard covered with bamboo forests. A trickle of water formed a stream from the top of the mountain and gathered into a pond.
Green algae floated on the surface of the pond, and no trace of fish was visible.
There are several three-story tile-roofed houses in the courtyard.
They headed to the tile-roofed house in the center. Its walls were covered with mold, and there were blood-red ivy covering the gaps. The chirping of insects was a bit chilly.
The plaque is engraved with "Miaoshouju".
The waiter opened the creaking door and found that the dark room was empty, and the furniture inside was more than twice the normal size.
He swallowed and bravely shouted: "Doctor Han, someone is looking for you."
"Doctor Han..."
"I know, hahahaha."
After the clerk finished speaking, he heard a thick male voice coming from the second floor. He breathed a sigh of relief, then ignored Li Mo and turned around to leave.
Li Mo looked at the decoration in the house through the sunlight, and the shock in his eyes was beyond words.
I saw dozens of glass jars hanging from the ceiling, filled with strange liquids of different colors, soaked in shrunken and deformed internal organs.
The most important thing is that according to the information pouring out from the Book of Creation, what is in the jar is.