The horses left the door of Xie's pharmacy and drove away in the dust, followed by the simple carriage stepping on the dust, and the horses that had been bumpy all the way stood in front of the door of Xie's pharmacy. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The people in the pharmacy were busy packing up their things, treating their wounds, Sun Simiao was being discarded in the corner at this time, and he was not idle, rubbing the bruises and painful bones on his body, while examining the panicked pharmacy.

He had heard of the reputation of Xie's Pharmacy for a long time, and just took advantage of the chaos like this, he could look for it, maybe there were some rarer medicinal materials, but he could take it easy!

I don't care about Xie Wencai's behavior of taking him captive to treat people, but he rode away on horseback.

If the people in the pharmacy knew that this was the rare medicine king Sun Simiao in the world, I am afraid that they would immediately rush forward to bow and worship, and they would not have thrown him in the corner like now, regardless of whether they asked.

Next to the carriage, an old man dressed plainly and slightly rickety was trying his best to get the people in the carriage next, and tried several times, but he was still unsuccessful.

After watching the excitement, Liu Muyan was about to step into his comfortable and comfortable carriage, but because of this scene, he gave up the action of getting on the carriage, came directly to the old man, and helped the old man take the people in the carriage next.

Liu Muyan, who has always been indifferent to human feelings, suddenly felt that he seemed to be in charge of a little too much of his affairs today, and after putting people down, he pulled away, but his arm was grabbed instantly.

The man who grabbed his arm was very light, so light that Liu Muyan could completely get rid of it with a little effort.

But he didn't get rid of this little bit of strength.

Wu Wu only felt that the person who helped her down had a unique smell of Xie Wencai's body, she couldn't open her eyes, and her lower lip squirmed weakly.

Liu Muyan heard it, and after his pale lips squirmed, he heard the little monk with an injured face calling him "shopkeeper".

For some reason, Liu Muyan's heart seemed to be torn off.

It was only for a moment, and then he broke free from his enlightened hand, "You recognized the wrong person!" ”

After saying that, he won't leave.

I also heard that the voice was not Xie Wencai, but the familiar smell of herbs was still circulating on the tip of my nose, and it never left.

"Let's go inside!" The shopkeeper of the bookstore supported the weak enlightenment to enter the threshold of the pharmacy.

I nodded in agreement, but I smelled an unusual smell in the air, not peaceful and stable, but filled with a bloody smell mixed with a foul smell, which was very strange!

As soon as Satoru's left foot stepped onto the threshold, the broken pestle rolled down Satoru's feet.

Stand still.

The pharmacy is now in a mess, the little guy in the pharmacy who is not too seriously injured is cleaning up the messy scene, and the pile of spoiled medicinal powder and invalid medicinal materials is piling up at the entrance of the pharmacy, and the various medicinal materials that have been discarded have been piled up into a small hill, and they have not had time to throw it away.

When he entered the door, he happened to meet the little medicine boy and threw away the invalid medicine pestle.

The messy sound in the room was especially clear to the ears of the eyes that could not see.

"What's wrong?" I couldn't see it, so I could only ask the shopkeeper of the bookstore who was supporting her on the side, and her voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

The shopkeeper of the bookstore saw the chaotic appearance of this pharmacy, and the general-sized medicine drawers were uneven, as if they had been robbed. A few small guys in the pharmacy were pouting their butts, and they didn't notice that there was anyone standing at the door, so they just threw the invalid medicinal herbs out. But I don't know how to talk about this scene with Enlightenment.

The first to find the shopkeeper of Wuhe Bookstore standing at the door was Sun Simiao, who was innocently taken captive.

He noticed an old man and a young man appearing in the doorway, just blocking his view to identify the medicinal herbs.

Sun Simiao looked at the door.

What made him very interested was a little monk, his lips were pale and weak, and his eyes seemed to be unable to open, especially his face, which was wrapped in gauze, and he couldn't see what the wound looked like.

"But Lang Zhong is here, can you take her pulse?"

The old man's voice sounded, and everyone stopped what they were doing, and looked up at the person who appeared at the medicine shop at an inopportune time.

"I'm sorry, you can go look elsewhere, you also saw the appearance of the pharmacy, I'm afraid it won't work today, I'm really sorry!" Although the pharmacy has experienced today's bad things, the little guy's words to Wuhe and the shopkeeper of the bookstore are still soft.

When he first entered the door, the shopkeeper of the bookstore did not have much hope when he saw the messy appearance of the pharmacy, but when he heard the people in the pharmacy refuse, he still felt regret and sighed involuntarily. Afraid of Wu and sad, he persuaded, "Let's go elsewhere and take a look, the huge Chang'an City, the good Langzhong is still there." ”

"Yes." Satoru was not curious about Xiaowu's answer, and when he got out of the car, he felt that the atmosphere here was not right, and sure enough, the two of them came at the wrong time.

The two turned and hurried back to the carriage.

"Two of you!"

As soon as his left foot stepped out of the threshold, Sun Simiao's voice sounded behind him.

When he heard this, he and the shopkeeper looked back to know what else was going on with this person, and when they turned around, they saw an old man with a ruddy face looking at them scratching his ears and cheeks.

The faces of the shopkeeper were full of doubt.

"Shall I take a look?" For some reason, Sun Simiao's appearance of scratching his ears and cheeks was a little embarrassed.

The shopkeeper of the bookstore was stunned for a while, and then he realized that this person wanted to give Wu a pulse. understood that this person must be familiar with some pathologies, so he bowed slightly to Sun Simiao to express his gratitude.

The little servants who were about to continue their work felt very strange to hear this old man who had been brought by the shopkeeper but left here. Hearing Sun Simiao say that he wanted to give Wu a pulse, he felt even more strange, their shopkeeper didn't say that this person knew how to heal, and he didn't arrange work for him, I couldn't help but think, could it be that this person was Lang Zhong found by the shopkeeper? Looking at the appearance, it doesn't look like Langzhong, but like a fortune teller!

Wu only felt that the itching pain on his body would attack from time to time, which made her very uncomfortable, and the person who shouted to them wanted to take her pulse, and because of the discomfort of the body, he frowned and sat down as instructed.

After Wu sat down, Sun Simiao took out the pulse pillow he carried with him and gently placed it on Wu's wrist.

Everyone saw Sun Simiao take out the pulse pillow from his arms, and there was a row of thin silver needles. This is for sure, this is Lang Zhong who was found by the shopkeeper, how can ordinary people carry this kind of thing with them. Maybe the shopkeeper is in a hurry, and the future is urgent, but I don't know how this Lang's traditional Chinese medicine skills are, everyone is curious, and they all come forward to watch Sun Simiao in order to understand the pulse.

There was a circle of people around, and Sun Simiao was not affected at all, only lightly put his hand on the pulse of Wu, and closed his eyes to feel.

Sun Simiao was unaffected, but he realized that there were many people around, and he was very uncomfortable, and the feeling of being scrutinized was in his heart, and even his pulse was a little disturbed.

Sun Simiao, who had just closed his eyes, felt the pulse of Wu, his expression was very strange, he had never seen this kind of pulse, and he kept opening his eyes to see Wu, he was indeed a little monk! Then close your eyes and check the pulse, but the pulse is ......

And so on and so forth. (To be continued.) )