"What do you mean? Didn't I make it clear enough?" The old Taoist priest deliberately emphasized his tone.
Aunt Mei frowned angrily, "Wan Qing knows whether I am a liar or not."
The old Taoist priest stroked his beard and sneered, "Everyone knows Sima Zhao's intentions. Whether he is a liar or not is not yet obvious."
"Mr. Nangong, you are right. I did this in the name of a friend just because I wanted to get money from Wan Qing." The middle-aged man spoke sarcastically, and his meaning was very clear.
Aunt Mei is a liar.
"Huo Du, what do you mean?" Aunt Mei was anxious.
In thirty years of living, she has never been falsely accused.
"Aunt Mei, I advise you to leave with that hairless boy and don't bother Wanying again in the future." The middle-aged man issued an expulsion order.
The old Taoist priest looked on with gloating.
On the bed, Mi Wanying coughed twice and struggled to say, "You guys, please stop talking. I know who Aunt Mei is and I don't need you to comment."
"Since my disease cannot be cured, please ask Dr. Xia to go back." Mi Wanying gasped.
The middle-aged man turned his head and said impatiently: "Get out quickly, you are not welcome here."
Aunt Mei's face turned pale with anger. She turned around and was about to call Xia Xiaoyu away when she saw him walking towards the old Taoist priest.
"Boy, didn't you hear me asking you to leave?" The old Taoist priest stood with a straight face and his hands behind his back.
Xia Xiaoyu didn't abandon him, he walked over and looked at the old Taoist priest.
Suddenly being stared at by a strange boy, the old Taoist priest felt a little uncomfortable.
"What do you want to do? Are you uncomfortable?" the old Taoist priest said unhappily.
Xia Xiaoyu let out a long sigh, "The thief shouted "Catch the thief", and he shouted so confidently. He was originally a magician, but he pretended to be an outsider, and he is really thick-skinned."
The old Taoist priest's face was burning, "You brat, who are you talking about?"
"I said so-and-so knows." Xia Xiaoyu turned around and left.
"You brat, stop and speak clearly, otherwise I won't be done with you today." The old Taoist priest waved his sleeves and walked over menacingly.
The middle-aged man came over and said unhappily: "Boy, do you know where this place is? If you don't want to die, get out now!"
"Huo Dou, pay attention to your quality. Xia Xiaoyu is my friend, please keep your mouth clean." Aunt Mei was sulky and came over to stand next to Xia Xiaoyu.
Mi Wanying coughed a few times on the bed.
"Stop arguing, Mr. Nangong, Aunt Mei is my friend. Please don't make things difficult for them."
The old Taoist priest turned around and cupped his hands to Mi Wanying, "Miss Mi, an old Taoist has his own sense of proportion."
Xia Xiaoyu took Aunt Mei's hand and glanced disdainfully at the old Taoist priest and Huo Dou.
He's just a clown, but he really takes himself seriously.
It's not that Xia Xiaoyu couldn't cure the disease that Mi Wanying had in bed, but that the disease was very vicious.
I don’t know who the patient has offended, and someone has secretly harmed him like this.
The old Taoist priest turned his head and looked at Xia Xiaoyu coldly, feeling angry in his heart.
"Boy, you have two choices now. The first is to apologize to me, and then get out. I can save Miss Mi's face and not care about you."
"Second, you stay and I go out. You can treat Miss Mi's illness."
Huo Dou was anxious, "Mr. Nangong, besides you, who else can treat Wanying now? You can't leave, and if you want to leave, this kid will leave."
The old Taoist priest pretended to be embarrassed, but he was happy in his heart.
Now that the Mi family treats him like a guest, a young boy fighting against him is simply looking for death.
"Boy, get out of here right now!" Huo Du pointed at Xia Xiaoyu.
Aunt Mei frowned and was about to speak when she was stopped by Xia Xiaoyu.
"Let me go, okay, if I leave, don't regret it." Xia Xiaoyu sneered and glanced at the old Taoist priest, "Mix asparagus grass with soul-breaking grass and give it to patients with normal heart pulses. The patient did not go to the King of Hell, but also
It’s really a tough life.”
After leaving a few words, Xia Xiaoyu took Aunt Mei and left.
The old Taoist priest looked stunned, and his heart skipped a beat.
"Boy, stop right here!"
Dragon beard grass and soul-breaking grass are indeed used to protect the heart. How did this guy see that Miss Mi had taken these two medicines?
Xia Xiaoyu stopped and turned to look at Aunt Mei. After hesitating for a long time, he still felt that he should tell Miss Mi.
"Miss Mi, your illness cannot be cured by an old Taoist priest."
"If you want to live a little longer, take Chonglou, Astragalus, Gentian, and Chicken Bone Herb, plus Ganoderma lucidum, and take it three times a day to ensure you live two more years." Xia Xiaoyu was doing it for Auntie Mei's sake.
If it were anyone else, he would be too lazy to take care of it.
"Get out of here quickly, don't talk nonsense here!" Huo Du said in a bad tone.
Xia Xiaoyu frowned, raised his hand and flew a silver needle over, pricking Huo Dou's Chengjing point.
Huo Dou felt something strange in his jaw. He raised his hand and pulled it, and the silver needle fell to the ground. He found that he could not make a sound when speaking.
"If you are spouting shit, you should be shut up forever!" Xia Xiaoyu had shown mercy, otherwise Huo Du would definitely lose half his life.
Huo Dou stared and shouted as hard as he could, but still couldn't make any sound.
Mi Wanying on the bed didn't know what happened. She gratefully said thank you to Xia Xiaoyu.
Now there is no need to stay here in this situation. Aunt Mei sighed softly. It seemed that Wanying could only wish for happiness on her own.
Seeing the two people turning around again, the old Taoist priest knew that he was encountering an expert and rushed to stop Xia Xiaoyu and Aunt Mei.
"Master, I don't have the eyes to see Taishan. I have offended you. Please forgive me."
The old Taoist priest knelt down in front of Xia Xiaoyu.
This scene surprised both Aunt Mei and Huo who were present.
The old Taoist priest who was so arrogant just now became so humble in the blink of an eye. Such a reversal is indeed puzzling.
"I can't bear your kneeling." Xia Xiaoyu turned around.
The old Taoist priest banged his head on the ground, "Master, Nangong Bo got carried away and uttered arrogant words. He deserves to be punished. Master, please take action to save Miss Mi."
After the words fell, Nangong Bo raised his hand and gave himself a mouthful.
"Master, I slapped myself in the face and apologized to you. It was my short-sightedness."
Xia Xiaoyu was not in the mood to pay attention to him, so he walked around Nangong Bo, came to the bed again, grabbed Mi Wanying's left hand and stroked it.
Sensing something moving in his blood vessels, Xia Xiaoyu hurriedly took out a silver needle from his body and inserted it into the gap between Mi Wanying's middle finger.
"Miss Mi, how long have you been sick?" Xia Xiaoyu guessed the cause of the disease, but was not completely sure.
Mi Wanying struggled to open her mouth, "It's been a year."
Xia Xiaoyu let go of her hand, turned around and said to Aunt Mei, "Bring me my medicine box."
Aunt Mei nodded and walked away.
"Have you been to Southeast Asia before you got sick?" Xia Xiaoyu picked up a handful of hair from the bed, put it in front of his nose and smelled it.
Mi Wanying's eyes widened in surprise, "You, you, how did you know?"
"What you have is not a disease, but someone who has poisoned you." Xia Xiaoyu is very sure that Mi Wanying was bewitched by someone using Nanyang magic.
It can also be said bluntly that someone lowered his head. (To be continued)