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At the door of the hundreds of pharmacies in the city, there is a team of people and horses, these wealthy servants are all richly dressed, and the chariots and horses are inlaid with gold and jade, which shows how high the status of their masters is.

In the hall of the pharmacy, there is a coffin parked, there is no one in the coffin, there is a white-haired old man lying on the big chair of the hospitality, the old man's breath is weak, from time to time, it seems that he can't live today, the coffin is the thing that is ready to be buried.

"Tell your shopkeepers to come out!"

The young man with crossed eyebrows stood in the hall of the pharmacy and scolded angrily: "What kind of prescription did he prescribe to my father? Originally, the old man just had a little cold, and after taking medicine for a month, instead of getting better, he was terminally ill.

The dying white-haired old man is the lord of this city, and the identity of the young son is naturally the young city lord.

Hundreds of pharmacies have been opened in the city for many years, the people in the city know that the owner of the pharmacies is proficient in medicine, can be called a wonderful hand rejuvenation, has the name of a miracle doctor, and the poor people see a doctor and grasp the medicine are all not taken, if it is a natural disaster, the hundred pharmacies will also put grain and porridge to relieve the poor.

Legend has it that the owner of the hundred pharmacies is a descendant of the princes in the early years, with amazing medical skills, and his net worth is higher than that of the city lord, and he is rich enough to rival the country.

In the hearts of the people in the city, the owner of the pharmacy is a real good person, but the owner of the pharmacy rarely meets customers, and he is incredibly young.

The owner of the hundred pharmacies is surnamed Yan, a single word, and his appearance is in his early twenties, this Yantong is a sage-like figure in the city, and his reputation is even no less than that of the city lord.

The shouting of the young city lord was full of anger and annoyance, and several pharmacy guys waited on the side, not daring to speak, especially a guy who was about thirty years old and had been in the pharmacy for less than half a year, and buried his head deeply.

As soon as the curtain moved, people came out of the back hall, and with the scolding of the young city lord, the owner of the pharmacy appeared in the hall.

When he really saw the owner of the pharmacy, the arrogance of the young city lord suddenly subsided a lot, and shouted: "Yantong, come and see the good things you have done, my father is already old, and his body and bones are not as good as day by day, since he ate the prescription you prescribed, his condition is getting worse and worse, not to mention, he is going to be out of breath at this sight, you say, what should I do." ”

The young city lord's words were sharp, and he had the momentum of asking for guilt, but his eyes never dared to look at the owner of the pharmacy, but wandered on the white-haired city lord's body.

The owner of the pharmacy glanced at the old city lord, sat on the master's seat, and said: "The prescription is different, the illness will be aggravated, why is the old city lord so seriously ill, the young city lord should know best, is it possible that I prescribed the wrong prescription?"

"You are a famous doctor, how can your prescription be fake. When the young city lord heard Yantong speak, his expression suddenly changed, and as he spoke, he motioned with his eyes to one of his henchmen to go to the circle.

Following the henchmen of the young city lord, he hurriedly said: "As a son of man, seeing that the old father is critically ill, he is naturally flustered, and the skillful hand of the shopkeeper is famous for thousands of miles, how can Fang Zi be wrong, it should be the city lord's old man who has been sick for a long time, his body is too weak, and he is too old, he is going to die of old age. ”

As he spoke, the henchmen of the young city lord approached the owner of the pharmacy and said in a low voice: "The old city lord is about to return to heaven, as long as the shopkeeper says a word, the old man is a good death, our young city lord is a filial son, as long as the old city lord leaves, the things behind him will definitely be beautiful, and then the hundred pharmacies will have one more miracle doctor plaque, and it is golden." ”

If the old city lord returns to heaven, then of course the young city lord will inherit his father's business and become the new city lord, it turns out that the young city lord did not come to the pharmacy to ask the teacher, but let the pharmacy owner testify that the old city lord died of old age, not poisoning.

A pure gold medal plaque, the value is amazing, plus the face of the young city lord and the dying appearance of the old city lord, such a situation, the discerning person has already seen the clues, and whoever changes it will stand on the side of the young city lord.

But the owner of the pharmacy was a real person, and while listening to the threats and temptations, he wrote down a new recipe bit by bit, and said: "Change someone to boil medicine, and the old city lord will be cured after three months." ”

"He can't live, and he can't live!" the young city lord suppressed his anger and threatened in a low voice: "Unless...... You want to die!"

Facing the threat of the young city lord, the owner of the medicine shop just smiled slightly, hissed, and Fang Zi was torn in half.

"There's no need for a prescription, the old city lord stays in the pharmacy, and you can pick up people in three days." After saying that, he turned around and returned to the back hall, and several men hurriedly carried the old city lord inside.

"Young City Lord, what does the shopkeeper mean, will it ruin our big business?" the henchman whispered to the young city lord.

"He dares!"

The young city lord was forced to calm down, and he was not sure of the intention of the pharmacy shopkeeper, and he didn't want to offend Yantong, because only when this divine doctor spoke, the old city lord could be regarded as truly dying of old age, not poisoning.

"Let's go and come back in three days. The young city lord had gloomy eyebrows, and he left the hundred pharmacies in a state of confusion.

He has his secrets and bitterness, poisoning his father-in-law in order to become the lord of the city as soon as possible, to rule the land of a city, and to inherit everything from the lord of the city.

Because he didn't dare to wait for a long time, because he was only the adopted son of the city lord, and because a month ago, he received the news that the city lord's own son, who had been in a foreign country many years ago, had not died.

is not a biological father and son, and under the temptation of power and status, killing is inevitable.

In order to block other people's mouths, the young city lord took the dying old city lord to the hundred pharmacies, as long as the old city lord died of old age, then the young city lord can become the city lord as a matter of course, and no one will question it.

He wants to borrow the east wind, and borrow the prestige of the divine doctor.

In the back hall of the hundred pharmacies, the young man who has become a miracle doctor sits in front of the fire, observing the preparation of several medicinal materials, and the new man stands on the side.

"Take the medicine according to the prescription, two pieces a day, and the old city lord will hand it over to you. ”

"Owner, I've just arrived, and I'm not sure how hot the medicine will be......"

"If you don't want to, throw the old lord outside and leave him to fend for himself. ”

"No, that would ruin the name of the owner!"

"It's okay, it's just a name, you can't eat and wear, whether to boil medicine for him, or watch him die, you choose. ”

"Okay, okay, I'll boil the medicine, I'll boil the medicine!"

The new guy took the prescription and hesitated to go down, but the owner of the pharmacy shook his head and sighed: "People in the world, things in the world, true and false, good and evil are difficult to distinguish, even if you do good, you must have a pair of fiery eyes, otherwise you can't even see through good and evil, what are you talking about......

The emotion of the owner of the pharmacy is a chivalrous act over the years, a way of goodness.

No one could have imagined that this divine doctor had slaughtered thousands of fellow sects a long time ago.

He speaks the word.

For the sake of his promise to his friends, he did not hesitate to walk in the mortal world, taking Jin Danxiu as a chivalrous man, and countless mortals were saved by him, and thousands of evil people were eliminated by him.

From a monk to a mortal, he did not use a pseudonym, but his real name.

His real name is clear, and that heavenly character is caused by the anger that exploded in his heart when he ran away from home and looked back at his blood-stained home.

In this life, he was destined to go to heaven, so he added a heavenly character to his name.

In this life, he vowed to break through the heavens and the earth and see if there was a heavenly cycle in the heavens and the earth, and whether there was a round trip of cause and effect......

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