"Master Liu!" Everyone shouted in confusion, not knowing what was going on, and calling for the imperial doctor.
"This is because the phlegm has got into his mind!" Qin Langjun shouted loudly, "Hurry up and wake him up!"
When the clerk standing nearest heard this, he subconsciously raised his hand and slapped Liu Xiaoli hard on the face.
Liu Xiaoli immediately stopped laughing and filming, but he was lying on the ground with his mouth crooked, his eyes squinting, salivating and twitching non-stop.
Everyone present was at a loss as the hospital was too far away and it would take a long time to call someone. Looking at Xiaoli Liu's appearance, everyone felt somewhat certain in their hearts.
This is Fengji!
Even if the doctor is invited, it will be useless!
For a moment, the whole place was quiet, except for the noise of people who came after hearing the news and the wails of Liu Xiaoli who accompanied him.
"Go to Yichuntang!" Bureau Qin Lang suddenly shouted again, "I heard that Yichundang in Beijing has invited the lady who is a miracle doctor who can bring the dead back to life for a consultation. Why don't you send her to see her quickly?"
His words reminded Liu Xiaoli's companion who was crying and shouting.
That is Yichuntang, Liu Xiaoli's hidden property. Now that the miracle doctor is here, it is the safest and safest place.
"Go to Yichun Hall! Go to Yichun Hall!" He also cried and shouted.
Yes, yes, that miracle doctor lady!
Immediately, the crowd became noisy again. After all, Mr. Liu was very popular. Seeing that he was suddenly ill, everyone was anxious to help. They found the door panel and a group of clerks rushed away to carry it.
The excitement outside Yichun Hall continues.
Dou Qi, regardless of his arm injury, came over to watch the fun.
"Ms. Cheng, what's the point of hiding in the house?" He said with a smile, "There are so many people waiting to see the true appearance of the miracle doctor. You will have to sit in the hall for treatment in the future, but you can't act like a girl in the boudoir.
, I have to see people sooner or later."
He had been at a loss for words since he arrived early in the morning. He felt nauseous for whatever reason. Although this woman would die sooner or later, Dou Qi still felt uncomfortable without venting her unhappiness.
On the side, Cheng Jiaoniang was slowly checking the drug store and ignored his words.
Dou Qi was very dissatisfied with this reaction.
"This drug store looks good, doesn't it?" He added, "With Mrs. Cheng in the future, I will make a lot of money."
Cheng Jiaoniang nodded.
"Not bad, not bad." She answered this time, opening the medicine cabinet and taking a look at the medicinal materials inside.
Dou Qi snorted.
"You're right, you don't have to worry about it," he said.
"If I don't worry, who does?" Cheng Jiaoniang replied, pushing the drawer open.
Dou Qi sighed inwardly.
What? You thought this was Taipingju? The master behind it is not you!
"Really, then congratulations to Mrs. Cheng for getting rich." He said in a neutral tone.
Cheng Jiaoniang ignored him and looked away, as if checking her own territory.
Dou Qi felt more and more uncomfortable, and just as he was about to say something sarcastic, he heard a sudden commotion outside.
The firecrackers were still going off intermittently, mixed with the chaotic sounds of people, cars and footsteps.
"Hurry up, please, the miracle doctor, please help me."
The sound is getting closer and clearer.
Dou Qi stood in front of the door and watched the crowds parting on the street. A group of people rushed over carrying a door panel.
He couldn't help but beam with excitement.
"Ha, ha." He turned around and smiled inside, "Ms. Cheng is really lucky. As soon as she settled in, people came to her door to ask for her life!"
After saying that, he stepped out again.
"I really don't know who is so unlucky..." He chuckled, staring at the people coming towards him, his face suddenly changed slightly, and his eyes widened.
Why does the follower running at the front look familiar?
"Quick, quick, save the master."
The companion shouted loudly, urging people on the street to get out of the way, and then he saw Dou Qi.
"Dou Qi, hurry up and let Mrs. Cheng save the master!" he shouted.
"Which...master?" Dou Qi couldn't help but blurted out.
Maybe the godfather was promoting it in the government office, so the customers he found were naturally all gentlemen.
The crowd came closer, and Dou Qi saw the person lying on the door panel.
The familiar official robe was old because of too much starching. It was not as clean and tidy as before, but was wrinkled and covered with dirt.
The old man on it is no longer as amiable as before, but his mouth is crooked, his eyes are slanted, his saliva is drooling, and his hands in front of him are twitching constantly, which makes people disgusted.
Dou Qi felt that his legs were weak and his ears were buzzing. He could no longer hear what the people around him were saying. He could only stare at the people in front of him with wide eyes.
"Oh, I really didn't expect that on the first day I moved here, the first person who came to seek medical treatment was Mr. Liu."
A female voice sounded in my ears. It was not loud, but it sounded like thunder.
Dou Qi turned around stiffly and saw that the woman in front of him still looked blank.
"Is this a lucky star, or is it just bad luck?" she asked, turning her head slightly to look at Dou Qi.
"Is Liu Xiaoli crazy?"
Old Mrs. Chen put down the book in surprise and looked at Chen Shao who was returning in a hurry.
"Yes, I just got sick." Chen Shao said, "We all went to the pharmacy just now."
Old Mrs. Chen looked at him and didn't know how to react.
"He is a cautious person who cherishes himself very much. Although he often eats bran and swallow vegetables, his body is very strong." He said, "Why, why did you suddenly go crazy?"
"It's not like he's crazy. The diagnosis just now was wind disease." Chen Shao said, with a complicated and weird look on his face.
If the wind is strong, it might as well be crazy.
Old Mrs. Chen looked even more speechless.
If you are crazy, at least you don't know anything. Those who are watching the excitement are outsiders, but you are ignorant, have no sorrow and are happy.
But if Feng Ji is concerned, he knows in his heart that if he doesn't move, he will be the one watching the excitement and suffering.
"Did she do it?" he hesitated and asked.
This, this is impossible, right?
Is it possible that he is really a Daluo deity who can determine life and death?
Ridiculous.
"She didn't do much," Chen Shao said, with a complicated expression. "She even joined Yichuntang Pharmacy to become a doctor."
Old Mrs. Chen naturally knew about this matter, and they had been secretly paying attention to the progress of the matter these days.
I reconciled with Xiaoli Liu, offered Tai Pingju compensation, and volunteered to help with my medical skills.
The father and son looked a little confused. Sometimes they sighed that it was a little girl's house, so what could they do? This would be the best. But sometimes they felt that things were always a little weird. While thinking over and over again, this suddenly came out.
News.
There was silence in the room, both father and son were lost in thought.
"There's one more thing." Old Mrs. Chen suddenly said.
Chen Shao looked up at him.
"Wind disease is an incurable disease," said Mr. Chen.
Yes, everyone knows this.
Chen Shao nodded, a little confused as to what his father meant by this.
Old Mrs. Chen smiled meaningfully.
"Ms. Cheng, it is not a fatal disease and cannot be cured," he said.
Chen Shao was stunned and horrified at the same time.
Everything is such a coincidence, everything is so seamless.
Wind disease is an incurable disease, but you won't die immediately, but everything is over, which is not as pleasant as being shot to death like those rogues!
Life is worse than death, and the future is in ruins.
A person with wind disease is a disabled person. What threat can a disabled person pose to others?
Old Mrs. Chen turned his head and looked at his bookshelf, and there was also a word hanging on it.
Nine.
"Nine days." He murmured.
The ninety-nine have returned to one, and the great road remains as it was before.
What on earth is going on?
Is it good luck? Or good calculation?
"Ms. Cheng, how is Mr. Liu?"
The leading official asked first.
The hall of Yichun Hall was full of people, including officials and Liu Xiaoli's family members who came after hearing the news.
There were constant cries in the hall.
When Cheng Jiaoniang turned around from the door panel, everyone's eyes were fixed on her.
The girl had her hair tied up and her clothes were plain, with a dull expression. In this situation, she looked very heavy and appropriate. Only Dou Qi, who was standing in the corner behind the crowd, was still trembling all over. He also followed the crowd's gaze and looked at the woman.
His face was as pale as a ghost.
This is no coincidence, this is no coincidence.
"It's okay, it's okay." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience breathed a sigh of relief, and some family members were so happy that they cried again.
"There is no fear of life." Cheng Jiaoniang continued.
"Then please ask Madam Cheng for treatment." The family members shouted hurriedly.
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at them and shook her head.
"I can't cure this," she said.
The whole place was stunned.
"You'd better hire someone else, Gao Ming." Cheng Jiaoniang bowed slightly and stepped forward.
Seeing that she was about to leave, the family members came to their senses and hurriedly stopped her.
"...Madam, you are Li Daozu's disciple, who else is smarter than you!"
someone shouted.
There are also people who have important things in mind.
"Madam, don't be afraid of the medical fee. We can afford it. Ten thousand, twenty thousand, or thirty thousand dollars will do. We'll get it right away."
It is not unusual for people to seek medical treatment in a hurry and to lose millions of money when they are ill.
Just hearing people from the Liu family shout these words, some people in the hall couldn't help but look strange.
The Liu family, who have always been frugal and could not afford to marry off their daughters, could get 30,000 guan immediately when they used credit to their son-in-law's family to pay off their dowry?
There were random shouts here, but Cheng Jiaoniang's expression remained the same.
"For one thing, I'm not a disciple of Li Daozu." She said, "That's just a rumor."
"It doesn't matter whose disciple you are, can't you bring the dead back to life? Please save my master," the family members said urgently.
They were so anxious that they wanted to go to the house and unveil the tiles. It became more and more clear that the woman in front of them was steady, composed and extremely well-behaved. They bowed and answered slowly again.
"I can bring the dead back to life." She said, raising her head to glance at her family members, and then looking back at Professor Liu on the door panel.
Liu Xiaoli looked the same as when he was brought in, his eyes were closed tightly, his mouth was slightly open, and saliva kept flowing out.
"But Mr. Liu's illness will not lead to death." She said, "My rule is not to treat people who are not destined to die, so I can't cure him. I'm really sorry."
So because there was no fear for her life, she said it was okay, but just because it was okay, she could not treat him.
How can anyone cure this wind disease?
Is this good or bad? Is this good luck or bad luck?
Everyone present had complicated expressions and couldn't help shouting in their hearts.
This is worse than getting seriously ill and dying! (To be continued)
