All the spectators present were stunned. Wang Luo, the second fool of the Wang family in Wuling City, actually closed the door to the eldest son of the Zhu family.
When this incident came out, many people were shocked.
What kind of medicine did Wang Luo take? Could it be that he was sick again?
And the eldest son of the Zhu Mansion must have something wrong with his brain, so he begged him on his head.
Everyone couldn't figure it out, and of course the one who couldn't figure it out the most was the mustache.
"Sir, let's go!" the mustache said angrily, kneading it with his five fingers with enough force to break a stone.
"No reply." Zhu Yelang said calmly.
"Sir, don't blame me for being so verbose. Who in Wuling City doesn't know that this person is mentally and physically weak. Maybe my information is wrong. I'm going to think of a solution." The mustache didn't wait for Zhu Yelang to speak and turned around.
Pull him and start walking.
Zhu Yelang shook off his mustache: "Master, I want to give it a try! Both cold and hot diseases can be cured. Maybe he really has a way to treat grandpa's disease."
Zhu Yelang was very serious. He stared at him with a mustache and sighed sadly: "I'll go back first to see how the old man is doing."
In front of the palace courtyard, people were coming and going, but there was only a handsome young man in white standing there, untouchable.
When Wang Luo returned to the house, he was immediately attacked by Wang Tianbai: "I wonder if your brain has been blocked by the door. What is his identity and background? How dare you let others do it in front of so many people?"
I can’t get off the stage.”
"You brat, hurry up and apologize to others, and follow them obediently. Since I said I won't cause you trouble, I must really be asking for something from you. But they are also blind, why are you begging you?" Wang Tianbai said
He looked like he couldn't figure it out.
Wang gritted his teeth angrily, and threw half of his hand in the air, almost smashing it down: "I'm too lazy to tell you!" After that, he left alone.
I walked around the palace and checked on how Guan Ju was doing. Sure enough, amoxicillin was very effective and he was back to normal.
After passing the gate, the servant told Wang Luo that the young man in white was still standing at the gate.
Wang Luo said "Let him go" and turned around to leave.
Wang Luo sneaked out from the backyard door. It was a beautiful spring day, so why not be happy!
Wuling City is located in the southwest of Heyang Kingdom, with Lianghaidao as its head. Its folk customs are simple, and it is known as the sea across the mountains. The climate is warm in winter and cool in summer, making it suitable for living. Historical records indicate that there was a prime minister and a general who conquered the north.
, the closest one was the president of the Procuratorate that day. Therefore, the imperial court even offered to reduce taxes on Wuling City.
"Hey, you said this is really unfair. I hope the old man will fall down when he says he will."
"Yes, I heard that many famous doctors were invited, and even the capital city sent people down, but it still didn't work." Along the way, Wang Luo heard someone discussing the recent major events in Wuling City.
"It's a pity. If Mr. Zhu hadn't fought in the north alone, we and Yang Guo wouldn't be where we are today."
"That's right, what did you say to praise the old man?"
"Anyone who offends me and my country will be punished no matter how far away he is! He will never regret it until he dies. His heart can be learned from heaven and earth."
Wang Luo was originally happy, but when he heard these words at this moment, he was shocked. He quickly turned around and grabbed the person who said this, and asked: "I wish the old man is a good person?"
The passerby glared at him with a look of disgust on his face, and opened Wang Luo's hand on his shoulder: "Crazy!"
Wang Luo stood there, circled around, glanced at Wuling City, then burst into laughter on the street, turned around and left.
The door of Zhu Mansion is closed, but the house is overcrowded.
The housekeeper who was guarding the gate had a quarrel with a young boy outside. The reason was that the boy wanted to enter the mansion, but who wanted to enter the Zhu Mansion?
"Young man, I told you, Zhu Mansion is not a place you can enter casually."
"I'm looking for your old man!" This young boy is none other than Wang Luo.
"You... are you the one you can call me directly? I'm so angry, I won't teach you a lesson." The housekeeper said, then picked up the broom on the side and threw it at Wang Luo.
Wang Luo dodged sideways and smiled: "You are also an old man. Is there a man with a mustache in your house? Just ask him to come out. If he sees me, he will let me in."
"You called me Master Huang casually? You... you brat, you are so disrespectful of teachers. You were taught by an adult from some family." After the old housekeeper finished speaking, he wanted to find the broom and hit him.
Little did he know that Wang Luo had already been hiding behind him, smiling with a sly look on his face: "Come and catch me!"
"Huh, aren't you just refusing to come?" A cold snort came from the house, it was Huang Liuxie with the mustache.
"Okay, Lao Liu, you have nothing to do here. You go and do your work first."
The old housekeeper took another look at Wang Luo, said "uneducated" and turned to leave.
"My young master didn't go back with you?"
"Your young master, he is still standing in front of our house." Wang Luo walked straight in.
Huang Liu's voice scolding her mother came from behind.
Hearing that Mr. Zhu was ill in Wuling City, a group of doctors from all over the world came spontaneously, including many imperial doctors. Over the past few days, many discussions and meetings could not come up with a conclusion on how to diagnose and treat Mr. Zhu.
This strange disease.
I wish the old man this disease is a rare coincidence! He is drowsy during the day and can't wake up, but he wakes up for two hours late at night. But when he wakes up, he has a severe headache and takes a lot of medicine.
Close to invalid.
For a time, many famous doctors were helpless.
There are also a group of people dressed like scholars in the courtyard. They are all people who were proctoring the courtyard that day. They are currently occupying many important positions in the imperial court. They were encouraged and supported by Zhu Lao in the past, and they became what they are today. Many of them came together to visit their former mentor.
They saw a young man coming in, looking casual, and everyone was curious about his background.
A disciple who knew Huang Liuxie asked about his origins.
"Here to save my master."
"Huang Liuxie, are you crazy? Seeing a doctor is a casual matter, but don't let your teacher see anything else, you are doing this nonsense!"
After hearing this, Wang Luo suddenly turned his head and stared at the speaker: "I can't do it, why don't you come?"
"A dog can't spit out ivory!" Wang Luo said and turned around to leave.
"Young Master Luo! Wait a minute." Wang Luo turned around and saw Zhu Yelang rushing back after a long journey.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute! Listen to me, everyone, this man is the second son of the Prince of Wuling City. Yesterday he cured a cold and fever disease. In just one day, the patient recovered!"
After Zhu Yelang finished speaking, the courtyard suddenly became lively.
"I can't believe that someone at such a young age would do something like this!"
"How is it possible? How can a cold-heat disease be cured and recovered in such a short time? It is definitely not a cold-heat disease."
"Hahaha,,,"
At this moment, Wang Luo burst into laughter: "I really don't know if it's a cold or fever disease, but many so-called famous doctors like you have come, but they are helpless. But if you can't cure the disease, why can't I, Wang Luo?
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"Some things may not be curable now, but in the near future, thousands of years or tens of thousands of years from now, will they still be curable?"
"Man can conquer heaven! A bunch of ignorant people."
Wang Luo said loudly, hitting everyone's heart every word.