The boss looked up at Feng Jing, his eyes full of shimmering light: "Thank you for helping me, if you need it in the future, please give me instructions."
Feng Jing raised her hand: "No need, I want to detoxify you because I want to sit in your clinic. You just need to agree to my previous conditions."
"Okay, I promise you."
After Feng Jing applied the acupuncture to Chunyantang’s boss, she prescribed oral soup and bathing prescriptions.
"This oral treatment, this bath, I will give the boss acupuncture tomorrow."
After Feng Jing finished speaking, the young man opposite him spoke: "Pei Shu, whose courtesy name is Dongyang, you can just call me Dongyang in the future."
Feng Jing didn't think their relationship was so good that he called him. She stood up and said, "Go here first today, I'll come again tomorrow. When I finish detoxifying for you, I'll go to the hall."
"OK."
Feng Jing turned around and left, glanced at the system panel casually, trying to see how many points he got to save Pei Shu.
As a result, she was stunned because she had detoxified Pei Shu just now and got hundreds of points at once.
This shows that Pei Shu's identity is not simple, or his achievements will be very high in the future.
Feng Jing subconsciously turned around and looked at Pei Shu behind her, and suddenly thought that his surname was actually a national surname. Could this person have anything to do with the people of the Dayan royal family?
But she had never heard of this person.
When Pei Shu saw her looking at her, he gently said: "What's wrong?"
"It's okay, it's okay."
Feng Jing turned around with a smile. Since she knew that Pei Shu was a capable person, she would go around with him more in the future and open a clinic by herself in the future and use him as her backer.
Later, Pei Shu ordered Zhang to send Feng Jing out: "Shopkeeper Zhang, send Miss Rong out."
"Yes, boss."
Manager Zhang diligently sent Feng Jing out of Chunyan Hall. As soon as the two of them walked to the door of Chunyan Hall, they heard the sad and sad sound of locks sounded on the street in front of Chunyan Hall.
The indescribable sadness and sadness made the people who heard it sad.
Feng Jing subconsciously looked up and found a long group of funeral attendants walking in front of Chunyan Hall.
It turned out to be a spirit sent, no wonder it was a sorrowful and melodious music.
Feng Jing didn't plan to pay attention, and all the people who were seeing a doctor in Chunyan Hall ran to the door to watch the fun.
These people looked and talked: "I know who died, Wang Liang, the Tongzhi of Liuyang."
"I heard that this Wang Tongzhi had a sudden illness and suddenly left."
"Yes, I heard that I had a good meal with someone, but suddenly I died. I had an offense and found no bad things."
In front of Chunyan Hall, Feng Jing's face suddenly turned ugly. She was still thinking about visiting this uncle, but he died.
Feng Jing was just thinking about it, and the medicine system in her ear suddenly screamed: "There is a patient ahead, and there is a patient ahead."
Feng Jing looked up at the front. There was no one at the door, only a funeral procession.
“Scan the patient’s location.”
Feng Jing ordered the system to scan, and the system quickly determined the location.
"The system locks in the target person."
Feng Jing opened the panel and looked over. When she looked, she was shocked.
Because the system scanned the black coffin carried in front of the funeral procession.
"Are you mistaken? The person is dead?"
The medical and drug system is not responsible for solving the problem. It quickly warned: "The patient has fallen into a deep coma and will soon be suffocated to death."
Feng Jing was anxious. No matter what, this uncle was still good. He had sent someone to Beijing to pick her up to Liuyang before, but was stopped by the people from Zhennan Hou Mansion.
Feng Jing didn't bother to think too much and quickly looked at the black coffin carrying forward.
"Shopkeeper Zhang, can you borrow two martial arts subordinates to use it?"
"What do you want your martial men to do?"
"Let them do something for me and find a way to knock over the black coffin."
"ah?"
Feng Jing looked at Zhang Jianguan with her eyes begging: "I have a reason to do this, so please trouble Zhang Jianguan."
Manager Zhang looked at Feng Jing, then gritted his teeth and said, "I'll go and ask the boss, you're waiting here."
"good."
Feng Jing waited anxiously, and Manager Zhang went in for a while and came out: "It's done."
Feng Jing immediately took Chang Xinghua out after hearing this: "I'll leave first."
Manager Zhang was confused. What did this person want to do? Why did he knock over Wang Tongzhi's coffin? Wang Tongzhi was already miserable enough. You even knocked over someone else's coffin.
Feng Jing got in the car and ordered Chang Kui to drive: "Come to the funeral procession ahead."
"Okay, master."
Chang Kui rode his horse and followed the funeral team in front.
The funeral procession ahead was walking well, but suddenly the four people carrying the black coffin slipped under their feet. The black coffin was lifted and flew out and hit the edge of the street with a bang.
The coffin lid was overturned, and the person wearing a mourning dress inside the coffin was lifted out directly.
The people who were attending the funeral and the people who were watching the fun on the street were all shocked by this scene.
Feng Jing walked quickly to Wang Liang while others were not paying attention, and reached out to take Wang Liang's pulse to check his pulse.
On one side, Mrs. Wang noticed her and cried and waved: "What are you doing? Get out of here."
Feng Jing looked at Mrs. Wang deeply, and saw that she was really sad, and quickly spoke: "He is not dead yet."
Mrs. Wang was crying and was about to faint, but after hearing Feng Jing's words, she was stunned: "You, what did you say."
Feng Jing said lightly: "He is not dead yet."
After she said that, Mrs. Wang couldn't help but tremble, looking happy and surprised.
"What do you mean by saying that my husband is not dead yet?"
Before Feng Jing could speak, an old man quickly came over behind her and interrupted Feng Jing's words: "Hurry up the coffin and immediately help the deceased into the coffin, what kind of morality is it."
After he said hello to the Wang clan behind him to carry Wang Liang's body.
Mrs. Wang held Wang Liang's body and refused to move. She looked up at the old man and shouted, "San Uncle, have you heard it? My husband is not dead yet, he is not dead."
The old man's face looked extremely ugly: "It's all nonsense, people have been dead for so long. What does it mean that he is still alive? Do we know whether he is alive or not?"
He glared fiercely at Feng Jing: "Where did the yellow-haired girl come from? She is talking nonsense in the street. Do you think I, Wang, can you tease her? Someone comes and drive her away."
Feng Jing glanced at the old man coldly, raised her hand and took out a few golden needles.
The old man saw her movements and was anxious and ordered the tribe members beside him: "Stop her quickly and don't let her hurt people to death. Nothing can even kill people."
Feng Jing looked at Mrs. Wang: "If you want Wang Liang to live, stop them."
Mrs. Wang cried and rushed over to stop the Wang clan members, and her son and daughter all ran over to help.
The scene suddenly became chaotic.
Feng Jing raised her hand to acupuncture for Wang Liang.
The people watching on both sides of the street were talking.
"What's this girl doing?"
"She said Wang Tongzhi was not dead, is it true?"
"That's nonsense. Don't the Wang family know whether Wang Tongzhi died or not?"
Feng Jing ignored others at all and focused on acupuncture for Wang Liang.
Wang Liang was indeed not dead. He was hit by a fake death medicine and formed false suffocation. However, he had been holding it in the black coffin before. If he did not knock it over, he would really suffocate to death.
Feng Jing's needle was pierced for a while, and the person who had no breath on the ground suddenly coughed and moved.
Now everyone on the street was petrified and shocked.