Chapter Ninety-Two: The Smoke of Gunpowder Is Imminent
"The first one!" Ling Hu'an nodded, and his subordinates shouted loudly. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biqugeγ info
The old man trotted over excitedly and sat down on the prepared wooden chair.
Ling Hu'an opened the medicine box, placed a small piece of sandstone on the table, and then pointed to the stone.
The old man understood, and with a smile on his eyebrows, he raised one arm and put his wrist on the sandstone.
Linghuabei nodded, stretched out her slender fingers and gently pressed them on the old man's wrist, skillfully probing his pulse.
After a while, Ling Hu'an withdrew his hand, turned around, and whispered a few words in Liuliu's ear.
Liuliu nodded understandingly, opened the big bamboo basket, and rummaged through it according to Ling Hu'an's instructions.
Ling Hu'an turned his head and politely said to the old man: "Uncle, your illness is very serious, as long as you follow my instructions and take medicine on time, you will be cured in less than three months." β
"Ahh
Because he has been suffering from his illness for more than ten years, many doctors have said that his illness cannot be cured, and because of this, half of his annual expenses are spent on medical treatment and medicine.
"Divine doctor, I...... Can my disease really be cured?" the old man stammered a little excitedly, and a glimmer of hope rose in his heart: "But I have had this disease for more than ten years, and I have never been cured." β
"That's because you haven't met me yet. Ling Hu'an smiled lightly and said confidently to the old man.
Yun Lesheng was sitting at the other end of the shed, and when he heard the tone and content of Ling Hu'an's speech to the old man, he hugged his arms and looked at Ling Hu'an with disgust.
This guy, can you keep a low profile?
Everyone in the world praises Ling Hu'an's medical skills, but what they don't know is that Ling Hu'an's most brilliant and best skill - in fact, acting!
Yun Lesheng snorted coldly, turned his head, and thought hatefully in his heart: Ling Hu'an, if you don't pretend to be a good person, you will die!
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After Ling Hu'an gave the pulse to the tenth people, Zhu Nian finally came to the door of Tianxiang Pavilion with leisurely steps.
This time, Zhu Nian's followers were all together, and Cai Ning, Fuyue, Red Candle and He Dachuan all walked behind her.
Mama Xu had already rushed to Tianxiang Pavilion as early as dawn and stayed in the kitchen on the second floor with Old Man Li, who was steaming steamed buns.
She said that she wanted to show her hand well and give the people a taste of the osmanthus cake she made.
There was a lot of people outside Tianxiang Pavilion, and Zhu Nian couldn't ignore the familiar white figure not far away.
She half-narrowed her eyes, and her heart was full of thoughts: Why did Ling Hu'an appear again, and what kind of fame did he want to do this time?
Yun Lesheng was bored, he looked around, looking at the people around him.
Until he saw the delicate figure in front of the door of Tianxiang Pavilion, his head couldn't turn at all.
Yun Lesheng got up from the chair excitedly and walked quickly towards Zhu Nian.
"Nian'er!" he shouted happily.
Ling Hu'an already has good hearing, and there is a certain amount of caution in the free clinic here, so of course he always pays attention to the movement in front of Tianxiang Pavilion at this time.
When he heard Yun Lesheng's shout, he immediately turned his head and looked in the direction of Zhu Nian.
Yun Lesheng stood beside Zhu Nian and greeted indifferently: "Uh...... Meet again. β
Zhu Nian's body tilted slightly, skipped Yun Lesheng's body, and looked in the direction of Ling Hu'an with a slight frown, but his mouth was asking Yun Lesheng, "What are you?"
β...... Free clinics. Yun Lesheng also knew that there was something wrong with arranging the venue next to Tianxiang Pavilion, so he replied with a weak heart.
"Free clinic?" Zhu Nian thought for a while and muttered, "I still have some things, I'll talk to you when I'm free, I'll go in first." β
"Good. β
After speaking, Zhu Nian entered the Tianxiang Pavilion.
Yun Lesheng walked back into the shed and returned to his place again.
"Next!"
Another middle-aged man sat in a chair and rested his wrist on the sandstone.
Ling Hu'an stretched out his finger to check the man's pulse, but his heart ran to Yun Lesheng's side.
He didn't look back, and asked Yun Lesheng behind him, "What did you just say?"
"It's nothing. Yun Lesheng loosened his shoulders and said.
β......β
"Do you want to know?" Yun Lesheng suddenly had the idea of playing with Ling Hu'an.
"How would I know if you don't tell me!" Ling Hu An obviously wanted to know, but his arrogant little temper made him unable to speak.
"Hehe, I won't tell you. Yun Lesheng leaned on the stool and said.
"......" Ling Hu An finished treating the middle-aged man, turned his head and looked at Yun Lesheng viciously and said, "Ah Sheng, you are good." β
"Each other, each other. Yun Lesheng replied with a snug smile.
If Zhu Nian is here at this time, he will definitely sigh - two naΓ―ve ghosts!
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In the Tianxiang Pavilion, Zhu Nian approached Uncle Meng, who was reprimanding a group of small servants.
"Uncle Meng, what's wrong?" asked Zhu Nian.
When Uncle Meng heard the voice, he turned around suddenly, looked at Zhu Nian and sighed helplessly: "Miss, you are here!"
"What kind of miracle doctor is that...... Linghu An has suddenly come to us!" Uncle Meng said.
"Well, I saw it before I came in. Zhu Nian nodded and said, "It's a free clinic." β
"Yes!" Speaking of this, Uncle Meng was a little excited: "You said that it was not good for him to choose where to choose, but he chose next to Tianxiang Pavilion, isn't this deliberately robbing our people!"
"It can't be said that if the people are well fed and don't need almsgiving, we should be happy for them. β
Zhu Nian hasn't thought about it so much now, but he still has a mind.
"I know that, too, it's just ......," Uncle Meng replied.
As he spoke, he turned to look at the little guys and said to Zhu Nian: "This group of stinky boys, as soon as they heard that Ling Hu'an was giving people free medical treatment, they all wanted to join in the fun and forget about their business!
Zhu Nian looked at the little guys who lowered their heads in shame, and felt funny for a while: "Those who are sick go to line up, and those who are not sick stay to help." β
The little guys all quickly raised their heads, waved their hands again and again, and said, "I'm fine, I'm fine!"
"Yes, we're fine!"
What should I do if I am sick? What if I am dismissed by the owner? I still have to rely on this body to eat!
"Okay, if you're not sick, go to work, our relief activities are about to start!" Zhu Nian waved his hand and instructed the little guys.
"Yes!" the little ones hurriedly turned around and ran to do their work.
After packing up his clothes, Zhu Nian took the group out of Tianxiang Pavilion, including the top three in the cooking competition.
The people were busy queuing up to see a doctor, and no one noticed Zhu Nian's side.
"Miss, how do we get the people to come over?" asked Uncle Meng.
"Set off firecrackers. Zhu Nian turned his head and commanded a small servant.