Ye Zirong shook his head and muttered in a low voice: "Did he really do it?"

"Isn't it? There was also a student from the next class, who invited a few ruffians from the society to fight together. He Boming cried even louder.

"Then why didn't you call the police?"

"They are all ruffians and hooligans in this area, they know where my family is, I have old and young, and they have called the police, what if they do something to my family? Besides, there are one or two outlaws in this group who are not afraid of death, do you think I dare to call the police? Not only do I dare not call the police, but I don't even dare to publicize this matter, and this is related to the lives of my whole family, old and young. He Boming was obviously afraid.

Ye Zirong said with a smile: "Teacher He, you are also forcing people to be anxious, do you want to punish people at every turn? You have to know that rabbits will bite people when they are in a hurry." ”

"Don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore......" He Boming kept shaking his head, a handful of snot and tears, crying like a girl.

After crying for a while, He Boming stuffed a hundred yuan into Qin Shuiwen's hand, and left with the medicine bag, without even asking for the extra ointment.

"Zirong, why don't you give your teacher a face?" After He Boming left, Qin Shuiwen asked puzzled.

"It's all a minor injury, and it will be fine in a few days, and there is no need for dressing at all. ”

"Then you can do whatever you say, if you don't make enough, you won't be enough, anyway, it will save money for plasters!" Qin Shuiwen muttered, but walked into the kitchen to prepare today's dinner.

The sky was getting dark, and the time had just arrived at six o'clock, Ye Zirong packed up the medicine, exhaled deeply, and said to Qin Xiaobai: "Xiaobai, get off work!"

After a morning of classes, and in the afternoon, he treated He Boming for half a day, Ye Zirong was already a little tired, he stretched his shins, slowly walked out of the clinic, and walked towards the square across the road, where it was open, and he needed to relax.

The square is crowded with people, and it is very lively.

Several old women dressed in ancient costumes stepped on Tai Chi steps, twisted their bodies, stretched their arms, penetrated the void, and kept moving. A group of old aunts waved silk flowers, fanned and danced, and jumped endlessly. There are even a few young and middle-aged people going back and forth among the crowd, walking vigorously, waving sticks, and making a gesture to fly, causing pedestrians on the road to hesitate and forget to return.

In several corners of the square, there are several loud speakers, playing different rhythms, and their volume is so loud that the sound vibrates the building.

Many men, women and children were immersed in the music and danced a new "square dance"

This early summer evening, the cool breeze blows a different scenery.

On the side of the road, an innocent child, tying his innocence and innocence to the pulley of his skates, under the care of his parents, sometimes sprinting forward, sometimes "flying with his arms outstretched", and slowly, also integrated into the square dance team.

Ye Zirong looked at this scene, his heart was happy, thinking that it would be a good idea to pull Lao Qin over to practice the Taoist Twelve Duan Jindang, he turned around and walked back to Taisheng Hall, but he didn't take a few steps, but he saw an unusual scene.

I saw that in a corner of the square, an old lady pushed a wheelchair, looking at the dancing crowd in the square, her eyes were blazing, her eyes were piercing, and she had a shallow smile on her face, showing envy. In the wheelchair lay a gray-haired rickety old man, his eyes looking around in surprise.

The old man kept sighing, he struggled hard to go up, but the waist could not stand up no matter what, he riveted enough to push up, but he couldn't help but scream in pain.

"Old man, don't toss around, it's an old problem, you can't stand up, alas. The old lady couldn't help but sigh.

The old man tried a few more times, and his face was red and his neck was thick, but he still couldn't stand up, only to see that he couldn't lean forward or back, couldn't shake left and right, and when he tried a little harder, his face was painful, and he was really miserable.

Ye Zirong's heart tightened, and he walked over slowly and asked, "Old man, what's wrong with you?"

The old man was silent, but the old lady sighed deeply, and said with a sad face: "My wife, he is sick, he is a paralyzed person, he has always wanted to play in the square like a normal person, but he can't move, alas!"

When Ye Zirong heard this, he stretched out his hand and put it on the ruler of the old man's left hand, and began to cut the pulse for diagnosis. The old lady looked at him with a puzzled look, but she didn't say anything.

The pulse cutting lasted for about a minute, Ye Zirong felt that the old man's veins were weak at the beginning, and he pressed down his index finger to cut deeply, but he felt that there was a thick strength in the vain pulsation, and his face couldn't help but be happy, and he said to the old lady: "Old woman, your wife is not paralyzed." ”

"What? Not paralyzed?"

"Yes, not paralyzed. It's been a few years, isn't it?" Ye Zirong asked.

"It's been more than ten years, and I haven't been able to walk on the ground, no matter how I can cure it, why haven't I been paralyzed?" the old woman shook her head helplessly.

"I'm not paralyzed, old woman, why don't you let me try? Ye Zirong said with a smile.

The old lady was taken aback when she saw a stranger who was going to treat his wife, and asked, "Who are you, young man?"

"I'm the doctor at Taisheng Hall across the road. ”

"Why haven't I seen you before? It's Qin Shuiwen's newly recruited apprentice, right?"

"Yes. ”

As soon as she heard that it was Qin Shuiwen's apprentice, the old lady shook her head again and again, and said, "My wife's illness can't be cured by Xiao Qin, so how can you cure it well? ”

"Old woman, if you don't let me try, how do you know that I can't be cured?"

"This ......," the old lady was stunned for a moment.

At this time, a few people came over.

A middle-aged man slapped Ye Zirong on the shoulder and asked, "You are the apprentice brought out by Qin Shuiwen's cub, right?"

"Yes. Ye Zirong nodded, his index finger suddenly felt that the old man's pulse was chaotic, he cut it again, only to feel that the pulse was back to normal, and he immediately had a way to treat this disease.

"Let go of your hands!" Ye Zirong said to the middle-aged man.

When the middle-aged man heard this, his face suddenly turned angry, and he said, "Yo, my temper is much bigger than Qin Shuiwen!"

"I told you to let go of your hands!" Ye Zirong said again.

The middle-aged man didn't think so, but the anger on his face was even worse, he turned his hand into a grab, and suddenly grabbed Ye Zirong's neck, and shouted: "Even you kid can cure diseases?" Then Qin Shuiwen prepared a few packets of herbs for Lao Tzu, and after eating it, he pulled his stomach for a few days, and finally didn't go to the hospital and get a few knives? You little cub, if you know each other, get out quickly, or Lao Tzu will break your neck!"

"Yes, little brother, you better go, Qin Shuiwen can't cure the disease, my wife doesn't believe you can cure it well!" The old lady saw that the middle-aged man was going to make a move, and she didn't want to make a big deal about it, so she hurriedly sent Ye Zirong away.

Ye Zirong frowned, but a fighting spirit rushed out of his palm one by one, and with a backhand pull, he folded the middle-aged man's hand backwards.

"Oops! It hurts! You owe a beating!" the middle-aged man shouted.

Ye Zirong kicked over again, directly kicked the middle-aged man to the ground, and said, "It's you who owe a beating." ”

After the middle-aged man was kicked down, one hand protected the broken hand, rolling on the ground, his round eyes widened angrily, and his mouth screamed, obviously in pain.

Seeing this, the other people rolled up their sleeves one by one and were about to pounce on Ye Zirong.

But I saw the middle-aged man shouting again: "Oops! Kill Lao Tzu to death! What else do you fight? Hurry up and send Lao Tzu to the hospital! Otherwise, Lao Tzu's hand will be useless!"

Hearing this, several people who rolled up their sleeves walked towards the middle-aged man one by one, preparing to carry him to the hospital.

Ye Zirong pushed them away, grabbed the middle-aged man's hand, flipped it over, and pinched it around his palm, so that the middle-aged man no longer screamed pain.