In fact, the speed of reading books is very fast, and it cannot be said that it is unforgettable, and it is about the same. So most of the time is spent digesting the knowledge in the book. In this way, reading and thinking during the day, and the time at night can be used for meditation and cultivation, so that there will be no delay in both.

One morning, Cong Ye was reading a book in the upstairs room, and suddenly heard an exclamation from Qian Ying on the first floor, and suddenly expanded his senses, and after the scene on the first floor came into view, Cong Ye couldn't help but snort angrily, stood up and walked down.

In the nearly four years since the Allure Medical Center opened, no one has ever made trouble here. Although there are occasional small frictions with the patient's family, it is only caused by the other party's distrust of the hospital. It's a big deal, Cong Ye doesn't pick up this patient. is nothing more than being scolded by a very small number of people as "seeing death and not saving", which will not affect the reputation of the hospital at all.

But this time it's different. Cong Ye could see at a glance that there was something special about this patient who came today. Not to mention the vague steps, weak body, and pale face, at first glance, it looks like the kidney water is about to be exhausted due to excessive indulgence. Judging from the person who followed the patient, Cong Ye knew that if the person who came was not the descendant of the city lord, he must have an extremely close relationship with the city lord. Because the person who followed was none other than Murong Yun, the nephew of the city lord who was called the Southern Barbarian four years ago.

"Xiaoying, what's going on?"

Although he had already seen the scene just now, Cong Ye still didn't know what to do.

"Master, he, he touched ......."

Speaking of this, Qian Ying blushed and lowered her head, unable to continue.

"What did I touch? Say, say I touched you something. ”

Ha, it's arrogant enough to come. He had to force Qian Ying to say it, he was touching Qian Ying's **** just now. Cong Ye estimated that with the body of the seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy in front of him, he must be unable to do anything. What he can do now in the face of beautiful women is just to button and touch and lewd it.

"Excuse me, childe, where did you touch my maid just now?"

"You want to care?! If you want to know, let the whole little beauty say it. ”

Hippie smiling face, a typical second-generation official appearance.

Looking at his appearance, it seemed to touch the tendon at the bottom of Cong Ye's heart again. Thinking about Yu Xiaopeng, Lin Xing, Yang Yi, etc., they are all the second generation of officials, but they didn't cause trouble with Cong Ye. Therefore, the clump leaves are the most invisible.

Cong Ye didn't ask him anymore, reached out and pinched the young man's neck, and with a slight shake, the young man was already lying in the middle of the street. It is estimated that he fell a little, maybe he was sulky, and there was no scream for a while.

The sudden change made Murong Yun, who was not mentally prepared at all, stunned for a while, and hurriedly ran to the street, helped the young man up, and asked one by one:

"Cousin, young city lord, are you okay?"

Sure enough, it was the son of the city lord, and the corners of Cong Ye's mouth turned up slightly.

In Cong Ye's heart, he had long thought of the City Lord's Mansion, and always thought that there should be more ancient books in the City Lord's Mansion and a wider range of topics, but there was no excuse or opportunity. Sometimes Cong Ye wonders, why don't the people in the City Lord's Mansion get sick? Today, it seems that the young city lord has come to give himself a chance.

Because he saw that the owner of the Allure City Medical Center had beaten the young city lord, the patients who were originally queuing at the door dispersed for a while. I didn't go far, I just stood on the side of the street in the distance, waiting to see how things would turn out.

Especially some people who have long coveted the medical hall, or Ouyang Lanlan's mother and daughter, as soon as they heard the news, they all hurried over to see the excitement.

After a while, the street opposite the medical hall was crowded with onlookers.

The reason why Murong Yun didn't immediately trouble Cong Ye was because he was worried about the safety of the young city lord, that is, his cousin. After helping the young city lord and stroking his chest and back for a while, the young city lord finally relieved himself, and immediately scolded Cong Ye.

"Bastard, you dare to do something to me Zhanxiong, it seems that you don't want to open the medical hall, and people don't want to live anymore. In that case, I'm not welcome, young master. ”

One is that his body was already weak, but he was thrown by Cong Ye just now, and when the young city lord Zhan Xiong only said this, he seemed out of breath, causing a wheezing sound.

War hero? Cong Ye had heard of the city lord's surname Zhan for a long time, but he had never heard that there was such a son, so he was really blind to this name.

After a short rest, Zhan Xiong's breath calmed down slightly, and he immediately pushed Murong Yun beside him, and ordered hysterically:

"Go, smash the infirmary for me, kill the man, take the woman to the city lord's mansion, both."

Ouyang Lanlan and Qian Ying had long been frightened by Zhan Xiong's identity. In this northern city of the town, who can afford to provoke the city lord Zhan Bo? Hearing Zhan Xiong's intermittent words again, he hurriedly crossed the leaves and came to the door of the medical hall, and was about to kneel down to admit his mistake to Zhan Xiong. When Cong Ye stopped the two, Ouyang Lanlan still said in her mouth:

"Lord Shaocheng, the slave mother and daughter can go to the City Lord's Mansion with the Lord of the Young City, and let the Lord of the Young City deal with it, I just ask the Lord of the Young City to let go of our lord and the hospital."

After coming to Zhenbei City for about four years, Cong Ye already knows the people here well.

In the eyes of the common people, the city lord is like the emperor, and no one dares to go against the will of the city lord. It can almost be said that whoever the lord of the city lets live and let whoever dies die. Moreover, the hierarchy here is strict, not only to the city lord, but also to the officials below the city lord are also worshiped as gods, and they will never dare to offend. Otherwise, it can only be the end of the family.

In addition, the social system here is the coexistence of slavery and feudalism. As long as he is a servant, not only the person is the master's, but also the master's. The master can dispose of the servants at will, and even if he kills them, no one will care. The servant, so to speak, is the private property of the master.

Such a situation as Cong Ye treated Ouyang Lanlan's mother and daughter like this is the only special case in Zhenbei City.

Hearing the words of his cousin Shaocheng Lord Zhan Xiong, Murong Yun slowly walked towards Cong Ye. Letting Cong Ye throw his cousin on the street just now was really something Murong Yun hadn't expected. Otherwise, in his heart, he felt that he would definitely be able to stop it. After all, he is the lord of Shaocheng, and he has been by his side for more than three years, and he is not respected wherever he goes, when did anyone dare to take the initiative against Shaocheng?

The more Murong Yun thought about it, the more angry he became, but today he met such a person, and he actually threw the young city lord out in front of him, so how should he explain to his uncle Zhan Bo next? The last time I was in the ring, my uncle reprimanded me, and I finally got a biased general, but don't be picked up by my uncle again because I didn't like my cousin.

Coming to Cong Ye, Murong Yun glanced at Cong Ye, as if he was waiting for Cong Ye to take the initiative to give in. Cong Ye also glanced up at Murong Yun, and the smile that appeared slightly from the corners of his eyes and eyebrows was like pouring a large barrel of oil onto Murong Yun's burning fire.

Murong Yun didn't say a word, just let out a low roar, and then stretched out his hands and grabbed Cong Ye's shoulders. In Murong Yun's meaning, he wanted to simply grab the other party's body and beat him up as a sandbag. Alternative Medicine

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Chapter 399 of the main text, four hundred and nine special patients-

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