Duanmu Rong glanced at the child, wearing coarse cloth clothes, with patches on his sleeves and chest, and asked suspiciously: "Does his family have money?" How do I feel like it? ”

"His family does have money, and he is definitely a rich man." Yang Dong said, isn't that kid the little boy who gave him gold bars before?

"Child, it's not that I don't save your brother, it's that I can't help it, forget it, I can't earn this money, you still have to keep it for your brother to handle a decent future."

The old doctor sighed and shook his head, no matter how much the little boy pleaded, he still left with the medicine box on his back. The little boy sat on the ground and wept, tears falling down his face.

Duanmu Rong couldn't bear it, so she stepped forward and said softly to the little boy, "Little brother, what's wrong with your brother?" ”

"My brother is sick, I called all the doctors in the city, but no one can cure him, and my brother is dying." The little boy said with a sob.

"Can you show me there?"

The little boy raised his head and looked at Duanmu Rong with wide eyes: "Are you a doctor?" ”

Duanmu Rong's head.

The little boy was immediately overjoyed, and pulled Duanmu Rong to run forward, Duanmu Rong looked back at Yang Dong helplessly, so she had to run with the little boy, and Yang Dong also followed.

"Doctor, you must save my son, the family has been relying on Da Niu to fish alone all these years, he is still so young, he doesn't even ask for a daughter-in-law, he can't die."

The little boy dragged Duanmu Rong home, the home was a few small earthen houses, except for the little boy, there was only a trembling old lady, and on the bed lay a middle-aged man about thirty years old, unconscious.

When the old lady heard that Duanmu Rong was screaming, a pair of wrinkled hands held Duanmu Rong's hand tightly, and wept while begging her. Duanmu Rong comforted the old lady a few words, and went to the bedside to check the middle-aged man's pulse.

"Big brother, is that you?" The little boy saw Yang Dong standing at the door, and said to the old lady in surprise: "Mother, this is the big brother who gave me money in the woods." ”

"Oh, thank you so much, you're such a nice person." The old lady thanked Yang Dong, but her attention was obviously on Duanmu Rong's side.

Duanmu Rong took her pulse, and her brows gradually furrowed.

"How?" Yang Dong stepped forward and asked.

Duanmu Rong frowned: "He is not sick, but he has been eroded by a strange internal force." ”

"Internal forces?" The old lady and the little boy were dazed.

"Who would do anything to an ordinary fisherman?" Yang Dong wondered.

Duanmu Rong shook her head: "It shouldn't be a person's internal force, but it should be the energy emitted by a kind of creation, it's very weird, now these internal forces have been embedded in this man's meridian acupoints, he is an ordinary person's body, he can't bear it at all, if he sucks it out rashly, it may be this man who dies first." ”

Yang Dong frowned, sat on the edge of the bed and also took the man's pulse, the man's situation is indeed as Duanmu Rong said, but the energy in this man's body is so familiar......

"Then what should I do, female doctor, you must save my son, can I give you all this money?" The old lady came out with a handful of gold bars and handed it to Duanmu Rong.

Duanmu Rong glanced at Yang Dong helplessly, even if she made a fortune, she didn't give people money like this, and the money was enough to feed the people of several villages.

"Don't worry, auntie, I'll figure it out."

Duanmu Rong refused the old lady's money, and pulled Yang Dong to the side: "Yang Dong, this man needs some special medicinal materials to refine pills, my identity is inconvenient to buy medicine, you can help me bring it." ”

Duanmu Rong wrote down a recipe and handed it to Yang Dong, Yang Dong glanced at the recipe and said to Duanmu Rong: "These medicinal materials should not be enough, I will go to see if the government has three-star grass and withered hemp leaves." ”

"This is a two-flavor alchemy medicinal material, what do you want these two flavors of medicine to do? Fang Shi said that the withered leaf pill they refined could strengthen the foundation of Peiyuan, as if it could increase the endurance of this man's body and help suck out those alien energies, but I knew that the withered leaf pill not only could not consolidate the foundation of Peiyuan, but also damaged the body, and the feeling of consolidating the foundation of Peiyuan after taking the pill was just a superficial phenomenon. ”

Duanmu Rong looked at Yang Dong strangely, Yang Dong said that he had now become the first alchemy master of the empire, he wouldn't really believe in the alchemy tricks of those alchemists, right? This is a big taboo for doctors, doctors have always been incompatible with Fangshi, just because they know that Fangshi harms people.

If Yang Dong becomes this kind of person, then as a master, Duanmu Rong must educate him well.

"Master and sister, don't worry, the Withered Leaf Pill I refined is different from those refined by those Fangshi, and it is guaranteed to retain the medicinal effect, and there are no side effects." Yang Dong said confidently.

The current alchemy of alchemists is just the surface of learning ancient alchemy, and the alchemy of Konoha is the most powerful alchemy in ancient times, and it is the real alchemy of alchemy, how can it be the same as the tricks of those current alchemists.

Originally, Duanmu Rong definitely didn't believe in any alchemy, but at this time, looking at Yang Dong's confident appearance, she somehow believed Yang Dong, nodded, and let Yang Dong go.

The mountain village is quiet, Duanmu Rong is inputting internal qi for the man on the bed to consolidate his body functions, the old lady and the little boy are anxiously waiting for Yang Dong to come back, and a young woman walks quietly in the mountains and comes to the gate of the tufang.

The woman was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a dusty appearance, white hair coiled up, revealing a slender and white neck, a Taoist robe, but she was scantily dressed, and her figure was sexy and unassuming.

Holding a sword with black lines on a white background, the hilt of the sword fell into white dust, flying in the wind, revealing a cold and arrogant air all over her body, making people dare not look at her.

The woman walked into the house with a casual and elegant gait.

Seeing the woman appear at the door of the room, the old lady stood up suspiciously and asked, "Girl, who are you looking for?" ”

The woman slowly raised her hand and reached out to the man on the bed.

"Do you have anything to do with my son?" The old lady looked at the woman, a woman with such a temperament is not something her son can know at first glance.

"I'm going to take him."

The woman walked to the side of the bed, stretched out her slender palm, and beckoned to the man, whose body was lifted into the air.

The old lady finally knew that this woman was going to be bad for her son, so she was startled, and immediately stepped forward to pull the woman: "Don't, don't hurt my son." ”

But before she could reach the woman's side, she was knocked away by a strange force and landed on the futon, but there was no bruising on her body, as if she was being held and put down.

The little boy suffered the same fate, and was about to rush over to hug the woman's leg, but before he could react, he was already sitting in the basket in the corner.

Duanmu Rong frowned, knowing that a master was coming, grabbed the middle-aged man, and at the same time hit the woman with a palm, a playful smile appeared at the corner of the woman's mouth, and with a slight wave of her left hand, Duanmu Rong was knocked out of the window and fell into the yang ditch behind the house (the drainage ditch behind the rural house). (To be continued.) )