The inner hall of the Chinese medicine shop is separated from the hall by thick walls and medicine cabinets, because absolute silence is required when cutting the pulse, so this kind of inner hall has a strong sound insulation effect, not to mention, this is still Ning Yao's house.

In the room, the furnishings are simple but antique, the room is about 20 square meters, there is a huge bookshelf erected against the wall, which is full of ancient books of medical scriptures, there is a carved screen in the center of the room, there is a table and two stools in the screen, the whole room is full of a refreshing aroma, and it is found that there is a bronze incense burner on the side of the bookshelf after careful observation, and the aroma is supposed to come from this.

Ning Yao and Tong Man sat face to face across a table, Tong Man's left hand showed a snow-white wrist on the blue and white porcelain pillow on the table, Ning Yao squinted his eyes and put his right hand on Tong Man's wrist, carefully sensing the pulse beating.

Ordinary women would definitely be curious to observe when they came here, but Tong Man was extraordinarily calm, she didn't stare at the other things in the room, but carefully observed the delicate blue and white porcelain vein pillow under her wrist.

The pulse pillow looks a little smaller than the ordinary pillow, Tong Man has never understood Chinese medicine before, and now he feels quite novel when he sees these things.

In fact, she didn't know that this pulse pillow was not only a novelty for people who didn't know about Chinese medicine, but also curious when people who knew about it.

Because ordinary Chinese medicine can't afford to use this kind of thing.

Because this pulse pillow itself is an antique left over from nearly a thousand years ago, and more importantly, some of the current Chinese medicine pulses don't even need this thing, and some just take a book and do it hastily, perhaps this is also the reason why Chinese medicine has gradually been eliminated by history.

"There is a knot in the heart, you are suffering from wind and cold, you are physically and mentally ill" After a while, Ning Yao opened his eyes and said with a smile: "It seems that my treatment has no effect, it's okay, I will give you a side medicine, the heart disease is not cured, I can still cure this cold and flu!" ”

Tong Man raised his head calmly and said slowly: "Thank you"

"I'll make you a pot of tea first, you wait!" Ning Yao got up and said.

Tong Man did not refuse.

……

When the two of them were drinking tea in the inner hall, there was already a lot of trouble outside.

Of course, the fat man would not leave Fang Xiaoyi so lightly, and when Xiao Yi stopped outside the store, the man rushed up without giving up, and grabbed Xiao Yi's collar: "Boy, you ......"

Arwen glanced at him leisurely, and suddenly threw a punch.

Boom!

The fat man didn't figure out what was going on, he just felt that his eyes were dark, and then his body was weightless and thrown into his mouth, and finally there was a feeling of overwhelming mountains and seas all over his body, and then he felt that his eyes were dark and unconscious.

Everyone in the Chinese medicine shop saw this scene, and they saw that the man who weighed at least one hundred and eighty pounds was punched into the air.

Oh my god.

This is a picture from the movie, are you sure it's not a special effect?

Of course it's not special effects, it's really happening.

When the old Chinese medicine doctors with goatees in the Chinese medicine shop saw this scene, they couldn't help but turn their faces and glance at each other, twisted their goatees one by one, stood up from their seats, and put their other hands behind them, walking forward step by step, trying to see something clearly.

As soon as the green-shirted medicine boy who came out of the medicine warehouse came out, he saw the abnormal scene in the shop, and at that moment, he quickened his pace and came to the side of the old Chinese medicine doctor who thought he was a goatee, and bent down and said, "Elder, this is?" ”

"Go and inform the door master, the fanged man is here!" The old man with the goatee said calmly.

The medicine boy in the green shirt was shocked, the tray containing the medicinal herbs in his hand slipped, and the old man with the goatee glanced at his eyes, grabbed it with his hand, and firmly grasped the tray in his hand.

Only then did the medicine boy in the green shirt come back to his senses and apologize again and again: "I'm sorry! ”

"Alright, let's go and inform the door master!" The old man with the goatee put the tray in his hand back into the hand of the medicine boy in the green shirt, and then waved his hand.

The medicine boy in the green shirt answered "yes", then turned and walked towards the depths of the medicine shop.

……

In the inner hall, Ning Yao set up the tea set, boiled the water, and carefully brewed the tea, his movements were skillful and elegant.

Tong Man watched his movements quietly, expressionless.

There was an untimely knock on the door.

Ning Yao was not angry, but slowly stopped the movements in his hand and said softly: "Please come in!" ”

The door was opened, and the medicine boy in the green shirt nodded politely at Tong Man, then bowed down to Ning Yao's side and whispered in his ear.

Ning Yao's expression never changed, but Tong Man accurately captured a trace of chill in the former's eyes.

That kind of chill shouldn't have appeared on a gentle person like Ning Yao.

"You taste the tea I made first, there is a patient outside, I will go out and have a look, and I will be back soon!" Ning Yao said.

Tong Man nodded, brought the teacup to his face, and blew softly.

Ning Yao stood up reassuringly and motioned to the medicine boy in the green shirt to lead the way.

Shaking off his suit, Ning Yao walked out of the inner hall with the footsteps of the medicine boy in the green shirt.

……

Xiao Yi retracted his gaze that fell on the signboard of "Hanging Pot Hall" and said, "Let's go!" ”

The taciturn Ah Wen nodded, there was no expression on his face, and there was no fluctuation in the slightest because of the brazen attack just now, as if nothing had happened.

Just as Xiao Yi was about to leave, an old Chinese medicine doctor with a goatee in the Chinese medicine shop stood up: "Your Excellency, slow down!" ”

Xiao Yi stopped, turned his head slowly, and saw that the person who stopped him was an old Chinese medicine doctor, and he immediately asked, "Can you help me treat my friend's injury?" ”

There is no doubt about the medical skills of the Hanging Pot Hall, Xiao Yi believes that the other party does not know his identity, otherwise, he would not wait until this time to stand up, so he asked.

Otherwise, Xiao Yi felt that he would not risk handing over Wang Ya to his enemies for treatment.

"Leave this matter aside for the time being, if your friend's friend hurts someone here, if he just walks away, it seems a little unreasonable, right?" The old Chinese medicine doctor twisted his white beard and said.

Xiao Yi didn't intend to be verbose, so he turned around directly, hugged Wang Ya to the side of the road and prepared to stop the car and leave.

At this moment, a gentle voice sounded from behind: "Have you not seen your friends for many years?" ”

When he heard this voice, Xiao Yi didn't react, but Ah Wen's face changed slightly, and he turned his face suddenly, and his fist suddenly clenched.

Xiao Yi was surprised, Ah Wen was the calmest among the Tiange brothers, who made him react like this.

As soon as he thought of this, Xiao Yi also turned around, looking at the handsome man in a suit not far away, Xiao Yi asked suspiciously, "Know?" ”

"Hanging Pot Hall Sect Master, Ning Yao!" Arwen gritted his teeth, not so much for the first time.

Xiao Yi's face suddenly sank, but his heart was instantly relieved, no wonder Ah Wen had such an expression.

It is not difficult to imagine that the fanged brother died at his hands, although the man in the suit in the distance gave people a gentle and elegant feeling, but the skin was a mask, and it could not represent a person. (To be continued.) )