When Yu Sheng returned to the kitchen, the old monk's screams came from the lobby.
He opened the door curtain and looked around, and saw that the old monk was being held down by Fu Nan, with the leaves pinched high.
"Tell me! How many adverse reactions are there? When can I be cured?" Ye Zi shook the old monk.
"Little Ye Zi, don't be excited, don't be excited." The old beggar used his almost blind eyes to catch Ye Zi Gao with his blurry shadow.
At the same time, where the old monk couldn't see him, the old beggar kicked the old monk one after another.
It's just that his eyesight is not very good, and he kicks on the table leg from time to time, his face looks grim in pain.
"Every medicine has adverse reactions, it's not my fault, cough cough," the old monk struggled and defended.
Ye Zigao did not let go at all, "Don't give me any excuses, just tell me when will it be completely cured?"
"It will definitely be cured. If you let me go first and strangle me to death, you will definitely be cured." The old monk coughed.
The old beggar grabbed Ye Zigao's hand and said, "Little Ye Zi, let go quickly." He also kicked the old monk's thigh.
For the rest of my life, I felt that if he kicked me this way, it would be inevitable to end my family and grandchildren.
"Don't worry, I strangled you to death, our shopkeeper can revive you." Ye Zigao pinched him and said, "When will you be cured?"
"Ahem, wait, when your hair falls out, everything will be fine." The old monk reluctantly told the truth.
As soon as Ye Zigao's hand stopped, Fu Nan looked at him in confusion: "What do you mean?"
"When you are bald, it is also the time when your body recovers." The old monk said.
The two of them looked at the old monk's head, "Is this why your head became bald?!" Ye Zigao suddenly realized.
When the old monk nodded, Ye Zi, who had already calmed down, jumped up and grabbed the old monk tightly again.
"Bald! I am Yushu Linfeng, charming and heroic. You dare to make me bald. I will strangle you to death!" Ye Zi shouted.
Rich people don't care that much, and baldness is much less serious than these unspeakable things.
"Stop, stop!" The old monk struggled and was caught off guard. His crotch hurt and his whole face was twisted together.
Yu Sheng could clearly see that this kick was given by the old beggar, and he measured it with his hand first, and then kicked it hard according to the angle.
Seeing him like this, Master Ye couldn't help but lighten his hand a little, and he was panting at the same time.
Yu Sheng handed the old beggar a towel and said, "Wipe off the sweat of Xiao Zi. It's not easy for a person with a weak kidney to make such a big fuss."
It's okay if I don't talk about it for the rest of my life, but when I talk about it, Ye Zigaoguang gets angry.
Just when he was about to curse loudly and use force with his hands, preparing to make the old monk suffer more, a towel came towards him and was stuffed into his mouth.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuu" Ye Zigao stared at the old beggar with angry eyes.
The old beggar couldn't see anything and said in surprise: "You have other adverse reactions and you can't speak anymore?"
Fu Nan raised his head and said, "You put the towel in his mouth." After the words fell, "poof", a stench came over him.
The old beggar hurriedly withdrew his hand and covered his mouth and nose, but he accidentally got saliva as high as a leaf on his face. Then he was hit by the stench. Although it was not as good as the young master's, it was not pleasant either. "Oh", the old beggar said
Bending down, "No, I have to go out and vomit for a while."
After saying that, the old beggar turned around and walked towards the counter and the kitchen, bumping into several tables without looking back.
"Your uncle, please don't dirty my kitchen." Yu Sheng hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed his collar and threw him out.
Yu Sheng used his clever skills to get the old beggar out of the door, flew directly across the street, and arrived under the old locust tree opposite.
The old beggar who stood still couldn't bear it any longer, squatted down and vomited loudly.
Ye Zigao felt uncomfortable at the moment, but at least he was influenced by the young master and could endure it, so he didn't let go.
The old monk was held down by him and said with difficulty: "There is no way to cure baldness..."
"How dare you ask me for treatment!" Ye Zigao said angrily.
"No, I'm not treating it. There is a kind of grass in the medicine garden of your inn that can cure baldness. Look at my head, there are already fine hairs on it," said the old monk.
The leaves were tall and startled.
The herbs in the medicine garden are grown by grass. If only the grass was there, there would be no need for this quack doctor.
For Cao'er, Ye Zigao still trusted him, but Ye Zigao couldn't trust this old monk. "There are really no adverse reactions?!"
His eyes were like sharp blades, piercing the old monk's eyes.
The old monk did not dare to have reservations and said hesitantly: "No, there are still some adverse reactions."
"What adverse reaction?!" Ye Zigao pressed him down again.
"That's right, it will offset the effect of the golden gun medicine in the room that you took and restore it to the original state." The old monk said cautiously.
"Poof", Yu Sheng vomited all the tea on the floor.
Ye Zigao was furious, pinched the old monk and shook his head: "You mean to say that if you go around in circles, I will suffer, but in the end I will get nothing?!"
The old monk was shaken by him and his whole body became weak.
Yu Sheng hurriedly stopped him, "Okay, enough is enough. I don't care if you strangle him to death. Your kidney deficiency will not be cured by then."
Ye Zigao then let go of his hand and sat on the stool, panting heavily, sweat beads falling down his hair.
For the rest of my life, I "tsk tsk" and shake my head, kidney failure is really bad.
The old monk was also out of breath. He stood up and stroked his throat for a while before he felt comfortable.
"Old, God is fair. If he gives you something, he will take something away," he said.
Ye Zi glared at him, and the old monk hurriedly took a step away, "That's how my bald head is. There is nothing in the world that can be gained for nothing, don't you think so?"
Fu Nan said: "Although what I said may not sound pleasant..."
"Don't talk!" "Don't fart!" Yu Sheng and Ye Zigao shouted at him in unison.
"But it's the truth," Fu Nan said the second half, looked at Yu Sheng and the others aggrievedly, and then made a "poof" sound.
"Do you mean don't fart or don't talk?" Fu Nan asked them, expressing that they didn't explain clearly and didn't blame themselves.
"Is there any difference?" Ye Zigao said angrily.
The old monk slapped his nose, but his crotch still hurt a little, and said angrily: "Who of you just now was so wicked that you hit someone in such a place?"
Seeing everyone turning their attention to him, Yu Sheng hurriedly waved his hands to clear away the relationship, "It's not me anyway."
The old monk stared at him straightly, "We didn't say it was you, what are you guilty of?"
"Am I guilty?" Yu Sheng was confused because it really wasn't him.
"Shopkeeper, you feel guilty, but you kicked him well!" Ye Zigao and Fu Nan gave him a thumbs up at the same time.
They didn't see the old beggar's little move just now.
"No, it's really not me." Yu Sheng was wronged.
"Yes, it's not you." Fu Nan and Ye Zigao gloated at the old monk, "It's really not from our shopkeeper."
"It's really not me." Yu Sheng said again.
"We know, we told you it wasn't you." Ye Zigao and the others said.
"But I think you are obviously saying it's me." Yu Sheng said, he suspected they were talking about him, but there was no evidence.
The old monk stayed away from him for this reason.