Wangcheng itself is the most prosperous city in Danxia's painting world, and now the best painters in the whole world gather in Wangcheng to make the city even more lively.

The flying beasts in the air come and go like shuttles, the traffic on the ground is endless, there is an open-air gestation pool every other distance, and there are people in the square next to it from time to time because of the battle of will, there are wonderful pictures, and the onlookers applaud. The signboard shops selling painting tools are also congested, and looking at the way those customers spend a lot of money, it seems that they all have the same ability to condense spirit crystals as Sangsang.

Dean Qinghe exhaled, secretly rubbed his sore waist, looked at Sangsang's ruddy face, full of energy, and didn't even sweat a drop, and sighed: "Hey, I'm old, I just can't compare with young people." ”

Sang Sang put away the high-grade paint he had snapped and looked at the opposite side: "Then you go back and rest, I'll go over there to have a look, it seems to be a medical store that Danxia Painting Institute provides free clinics for contestants." ”

Dean Qinghe really couldn't bear it, and waved his hand: "Then you pay attention to safety, remember to call your elusive martial artist guard, there is nothing else in the royal city, there are a lot of gentlemen." ”

Sang Sang is noncommittal, except for the Lord of Danxia in this world, no one can hurt her, with Kane, as long as she doesn't act too much, the Lord of Danxia will not target her, especially since she is still actively learning the art of resurrection.

"Dean, the competition of the great painter is at the end of the schedule, I won't go to visit the competition between apprentices and painters in the early stage, and I will participate directly when the time comes, if I don't go back, you don't have to come out to find me. I don't have much confidence in healing and resurrection, and I need to practice. ”

"Wait......" Dean Qinghe saw that Sangsang was swimming into the sea, turned a corner and disappeared into the crowd, so he had to withdraw his outstretched hand, and said unwillingly: "Just take a look at the medical store, the patients inside are all civilians, if you want to practice your hands, you can go to the life-saving hall of the painting academy." ”

Probably because the free clinic was free, there were many injured and sick patients, and there were clerks who were maintaining order, shouting and queuing up to distribute numbered tickets. Sang Sang took out the player qualification certificate, and the clerk guarding the door glanced at it and invited Sang Sang in, and after a while, he reacted and turned around and wanted to call Sang Sang, but he couldn't see Sang Sang's figure anymore, so he had to scratch his head, his face full of doubts.

The colleague next to him stabbed him with his hand: "What's the matter?" ”

"That kid just now." The clerk lowered her voice and whispered, "I thought she was an apprentice, so I let her in without looking closely, but if you think about it carefully, it seems that her contestant card is a great painter's badge." ”

"Impossible, such a small painter."

"I also think so, either I read it wrong, or the certificate is fake, how can the great painters come to the free clinic, they will only go to the life-saving hall of the art academy."

"Don't think about it, seeing that she is dressed so high-class, and the momentum on her body is like a nobleman, she should be curious to come in and take a look."

"I'm just worried that Sister Rong is too busy, so I let her see a doctor directly without an examination, and I am derelict in my duty if the problem goes wrong."

Inside the medical store is an empty hall, with a dozen or so small rooms for painters on three sides, and patients are lined up in the hall. There are very few noble painters who are willing to come to the free clinic, so most of the apprentices in the store are apprentices, and there are only two painters, but there are no big painters.

There is a female painter who sits at the table and examines the patient's body with Reiki, but instead of treating it directly, she asks the assistant next to her to record the symptoms and treatment plan, and then someone takes the patient to get the medicine or go to the other painter to line up.

There are several instruments similar to juicers in the medicine collection area, and the clerk puts flowers and fruits in the juicer according to the prescription, and then asks the patient to eat the juice and residue together, which is simple and rude.

Sang Sang picked up a written treatment book and looked through it, and found that it was written with the name of the prescription, not the complete prescription, basically just a few, balancing the aura, replenishing qi and blood, accelerating the repair, and the regeneration of the severed limbs, such as the soul damage or resurrection and other requests were directly refused, the first three are all medicines, only the regeneration of the severed limbs to find another painter.

After seeing a patient, the female painter took the opportunity to drink saliva when she was waiting for the next person, and when she saw Sangsang flipping, she shouted: "Don't make trouble." ”

Sang Sang raised his head: "I'm here for free treatment." ”

"You?" The female painter looked at Sangsang with distrust, and when the next patient arrived, she waved her hand: "Jia'an, arrange a room for this little sister." ”

"Okay." The woman named Jia'an did not arrange Sangsang in person, but called a clerk to give a few words, and the clerk invited Sangsang to the empty room, where there was a small pregnancy pool of one meter square, complete with paints, and a book of 100 medicines and prescriptions, her job was to draw the flowers, plants, melons and fruits on the prescription list, and she didn't know herself to find it in the illustrated book.

Sangsang knew that he was being treated as an apprentice, and he didn't explain, so he looked through the illustrated book with great interest, the drawings on it were lifelike, and the notes below were also very detailed.

The prescription list is as rough as their medicine, each prescription has only three or four kinds of medicine, Sang Sang picked up a pen and paper, drew a few pieces of each of the things on the prescription list, poured the water of the pregnancy pool, during which the clerk came in once, sent water to Sang Sang, and by the way, moved the accumulated flowers and fruits to the medicine office.

It didn't take long for the commotion outside to subside.

The female painter knocked on the door with an assistant named Jia'an and entered Sangsang's room, and her face was full of shock when she saw the things piled up in the room.

Sang Sang raised his head: "Is there something wrong?" ”

The female painter took a deep breath: "The aura of the creation you created is too strong, and it can't be drawn at the apprentice level. ”

Sang Sang put the pen into the pen wash: "I didn't say I was an apprentice. ”

The female painter looked a little embarrassed: "It's me who judges people by their appearance, I'm sorry." ”

Sang Sang smiled: "I think it's interesting to draw these, but it's not interesting to draw too much, it's so busy outside, you go, some seriously ill patients can come to me, especially incurable diseases, I want to practice more before the game, you know." ”

The female painter smiled: "I understand, then you are busy, Jia'an, help my sister tidy up the room." ”

Jia An respectfully saluted, removed all the flowers and fruits accumulated in the room, placed the chairs and stools to be used by the patient, and then bowed and retired.

"Miss, that painter is young but powerful, the spiritual power of the herbs is really strong, just smelling it makes me feel like I'm about to fly, today's patient is really lucky."

"Now we know that there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world." The female painter took advantage of the time to teach her assistant: "I am in the middle of the circle, and she is nothing like that, the nobles have enough money and resources to have enough affinity to pile them up, like the great painter of Red Leaf City, the kind of civil and military double head is the real pervert." ”

"That thirteen-year-old heaven-level?" The assistant shook his head again and again: "I can't even think about it." ”

"Okay, this spiritual power is seriously unbalanced, and the internal organs are aging too much, so send it to the new painter." The female painter was going to send away the patient she was not sure of curing, but she changed her mind and asked her to send the patient to Sansana, and then when she encountered a serious patient, she made the same arrangement.

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