The early morning wind woke up the city, but Liu Wuxue only felt bitterly cold.

"Master, there's a Chinese medicine clinic here!" Ma Feipeng suddenly shouted, instantly pulling Liu Wuxue's thoughts back.

"Let's go in first, today is to rob me and grab medicine to treat you!"

When Liu Wuxue heard the news, he seemed to see a glimmer of light from the darkness.

Although I don't have any money, I won't die without help!

But there are too many people in line, dozens of people are densely packed, and if this is the last in line, it will be dead before it arrives.

As soon as the clinic opened, the doctor hadn't even changed into his uniform, Ma Feipeng didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, and rushed in from the front of the team with Liu Wuxue on his back.

"Doctor, my dad is dying, please save him!" Ma Feipeng knew that he had no money, and now he had to take a decision, and queuing up would definitely not be a good way.

As he spoke, he put Liu Wuxue down and sat on the stool.

"How can you cut in line?" said an old man standing at the front.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Ma Feipeng hurriedly bowed and apologized, "My dad is dying, I can't wait!"

The people in line looked at Liu Wuxue's appearance, and although they were dissatisfied, they didn't say anything! After all, the people who could stand in line were all chronic diseases, and even if Liu Wuxue's appearance didn't say anything, it could be seen that he was about to see the mountain.

"What's going on?" an old doctor who had just gone to work looked at Liu Wuxue, put down the clothes he was about to change, and hurriedly came up to check his pulse.

"My dad, I fell and hurt!" Ma Feipeng said casually, sweating profusely.

"It's a fight wound, isn't it?" the old doctor frowned, "how old are you?"

"Fifty!" Ma Feipeng said nonsense.

The old doctor pulled open Liu Wuxue's clothes, reached out and pressed them around his abdomen, his brows twisted into a rope.

"What did you get hit with?"

"I don't know, that's what I looked like when I saw him!" Although Ma Feipeng was at the scene, he really didn't see Liu Wuxue being beaten.

The old doctor shook his head: "It's strange, this bone is fine, but the lungs are about to run out of gas, and this heart, the blood flow is so slow, it's about to stop!"

"How could this be?" Ma Feipeng was shocked, although he saw Liu Wuxue dying, he didn't know that the situation was so serious.

"It's so badly injured, you should go to the big hospital, what are you doing here!" said the old doctor, pulling Liu Wuxue's clothes back.

"Old Doctor, we're too late, please save him!" Ma Feipeng knelt down, tears falling down.

"Even if you are an immortal now, you can't save it!" the old doctor shook his head and said, "You better prepare for the future!

"Pitiful!" The people in line looked at Ma Feipeng and Liu Wuxue at this moment, and they both felt that life was priceless and the disease was ruthless.

"Old Divine Doctor, please! We have this ancestral secret recipe, there is no medicine in the countryside, please just prepare it!" Ma Feipeng hurriedly took out the prescription given by Liu Wuxue and handed it to the old doctor.

The old doctor was a little unconvinced, took the prescription, and looked at it: "We can't mess with the doctor, we can't be responsible for the problem!"

As he spoke, his eyes kept looking at the prescription, and he was shocked.

"Could it be that this is really an ancestral recipe for saving lives and helping the wounded?"

All doctors, looking at other people's prescriptions, look at them with disdain at first, and the same is true of the old doctor in front of him.

But halfway through it, his disdainful eyes slowly changed and became a little frightened.

"I'll write you a guarantee! We will bear all the consequences, and even if we die, we won't be in trouble!" Ma Feipeng's mind was spinning rapidly, and listening to the old doctor's tone, there seemed to be room for turning.

If he really died, it would be a big deal to go out alone, anyway, Liu Wuxue had no relationship with him and no reason, and he didn't feel distressed.

If you are lucky and cured, if Liu Wuxue's martial arts are passed on to you, then you will definitely have the strength to go back and defeat Lin Xiao.

In this way, no matter which way it is, the loss to yourself is not particularly large.

"It's rare for you to be so filial!" The old doctor was amazed after reading the prescription, some drugs have been bought by himself for so many years, and they have never been used, and some drugs have never been matched together, but now they are matched together, and when they look at it before and after, it seems that there is a certain reason for the match.

"Give them the medicine first!" the old doctor handed the prescription to the grabber and began to grab it.

"Won't you change it?" the man asked.

"Nonsense, just take the medicine as prescribed!" said the old doctor.

Ma Feipeng quickly wrote a letter of guarantee and handed it to the old doctor, but the old doctor didn't look at it, grabbed Liu Wuxue's hand and continued to check the pulse.

"If you hadn't met me Lin Canghai today, with so many medicines, you wouldn't be able to catch them in the hospital!" the old doctor said, "To be honest, did you fight with people?"

Ma Feipeng hurriedly nodded: "I didn't see it either, it was originally him who hit others, but then I don't know why he got injured, and I don't know!"

"I almost didn't die on the spot!" Lin Canghai said with a sneering smile on the corner of his mouth, "A fifty-year-old person still doesn't know the destiny of heaven, wouldn't it be a big loss if he was beaten to death!"

"That's it!" the old man in front of the queue chimed in, "Doctor Lin, why don't you show me! I'll be here in the middle of the night!"

Lin Canghai glanced up at her: "Aren't I taking the pulse?" Wait a while, if you can't wait, I'll change it!"

The old man shut up instantly, and he didn't dare to show his upset, and said, "It's okay, I can wait!"

As soon as he said this, the originally noisy voices behind him instantly quieted down, and everyone knew that the doctor's temper had him off, and he really didn't want to see it.

What's more, many people also want to see how he brought the dying man in front of him back to life!

"Thank you, old doctor!" Ma Feipeng was very comfortable listening to Lin Canghai's words.

"Divine doctor, don't talk about it!" Since Lin Canghai met Lin Xiao, he felt that it was really inappropriate to use the word divine doctor on himself, so he didn't like others to call him divine doctor, but others insisted on calling him, and he couldn't stop it.

The reason why he agreed to save Liu Wuxue is that Liu Wuxue looks like he is indeed dying, and the doctor is benevolent, and he can't see death without saving.

The second is to look at the prescription given by Ma Feipeng, which seems to make sense for serious internal injuries, and I also want to see if it has any effect.

The third is that he is also a man of the hour in Jinghai, and he has relationships in all aspects, even if the patient in front of him is really hanging, forgive him and dare not make trouble.

It's just that there are too many drugs composed of prescriptions, and it takes a lot of time to catch them.

Lin Canghai continued to observe Liu Wuxue's pulse, this disease was really magical, the pulse was completely disorganized, it stands to reason that he should have died a long time ago, how could it be delayed until now?

Ma Feipeng didn't dare to disturb and stood aside and watched him.

"Do you want to fry it?" waited for a long time before taking the medicine and asking Ma Feipeng.

How could Ma Feipeng know, and hurriedly looked at Liu Wuxue, but Liu Wuxue closed his eyes and didn't react at all.

"Fry!" Ma Feipeng gritted his teeth and said, thinking that if he was unlucky, he would eat it to death.

"A total of eight hundred and sixty yuan, including the cost of frying!" the man beat the thunderbolt with his abacus.

Ma Feipeng was taken aback, this is starting to ask for money?

"We lost our wallets!" Ma Feipeng pleaded with a full face, "Can you fry me first, I will find a way to find money!"

The man shook his head: "No!"

"Please!" Ma Feipeng knelt down, a little sad in his heart, and suddenly cried.

"Forget it, let's fry him first!" Lin Canghai let go of Liu Wuxue's pulse, and he couldn't wait to see the effect of this ancestral secret recipe, and said, "It's rare that there are such filial people as you in this era, and my old Lin admires filial piety people the most!"

The man didn't speak, but silently carried the medicine and left.

"Thank you! Thank you!" Ma Feipeng was so moved that his snot flowed out, "I will definitely pay you back!"

Lin Canghai stood up, returned to his seat, and took out his white clothes and put them on.

The old man at the front handed Ma Feipeng a handkerchief and said to the old doctor, "Doctor Lin, you can see me!"

"Yes!" Lin Canghai said with a big sting.

The old man hurriedly stepped up and sat down on the stool, and stretched out his hand.

Ding Hu was proudly counting the money at this time, adding up to more than 70,000 yuan, he took 50,000 yuan, and distributed the rest to his father and others.

"Damn, I think you climb the high branches, I don't have to worry about the rest of my life!" Lao Ding looked at the three thousand yuan given by his son and scolded, "Now let me touch porcelain every day, give such a little money, you are my father!"

"Don't even if you don't even if you lie down and have no loss, it's too little to earn three thousand?" Ding Hu glared at his father.

"Look at how much you have taken yourself, Lao Tzu sleeps all morning, you are relaxed!" Lao Ding was recently pulled by his son to touch porcelain, and his fishing work was pulled down a lot, originally thinking that his son would climb a high branch, and he planned to change to a good fishing rod.

It's good now, I didn't buy a good fishing rod, and I wanted to touch porcelain like a dead fish one day, and I had a lot of complaints about my son.

"Don't say that your son is easy, let me tell you, now it's my dead father-in-law who is strictly controlled, and not a penny falls into my hands, so that I don't dare to participate in other activities of more than 100 yuan except for eating, I have to find a way, you are my father, if you don't help me, who will help me? Do you want me to touch porcelain?"

"That's really reasonable!" Lao Ding looked at the three thousand yuan, thinking that he could only do a few more votes and buy a better fishing rod.

Ding Hu said fiercely: "You wait, my dead father-in-law will go to see the mountain soon, and then all his inheritance will be inherited by me, you see if I have any money!"

"Then you just wait slowly!" Lao Ding looked at the vehicles coming in the distance angrily, "Why don't you have a foreign license plate?"

"There's nothing to do, let's pay attention first to see if there is such a person!" Ding Hu took out his mobile phone, "This is a picture sent by my dead father-in-law, saying that the person above is very important, pay special attention!"

The bald man leaned over and looked: "This kid's back is a bit like the one we lied to just now!"

Then I looked again: "Besides, this is not like this!"

"Anyway, pay more attention, my dead father-in-law said, there is a reward of 50,000 yuan for finding this person!" Ding Hu said proudly, "But the dead father-in-law also said, don't make your own claims, this is a master, killing people like hemp!"

"That's definitely not, but the back is really like!" The bald man touched his bald head, "This big night, are you filming?"

"Slap your head!" Ding Hu gave you a slap on his bald head, "It's a fight!"

"I can't see it! It's not a video!" muttered the bald man.

Mr. Wang kept a hand, worried that sending the video to these people would scare them and not dare to look for it, so he sent out a screenshot.

It can be said that at this time, Jinghai is looking for countless people who are looking for Liu Wuxue.