- Without weapon practice, it seems that holding any type of weapon is useless, but the human-snake battle a few days ago suddenly brought inspiration to Mo Ye.

Without the guidance of external exercises, the problem Mo Ye faced was that the qi in the meridians could not be smoothly combined with the moves, not only could not achieve the harmonious help of mind and action, but also stumbled on his own. But what if it's a move that is performed based on one's own comprehension of internal strength?

Everyone's behavior has their own habits and characteristics, which are not bound by rules, Mo Ye recuperated in Yefu for two days, constantly recalling all his behaviors in the middle of the Foggy Mountain against the snakes that day, and felt that some of his ideas might work.

Mo Ye didn't think that she was a martial arts genius and could create her own set of external training skills that matched the exercise of the Great Success Method of Internal Strength, but at the same time, she silently upheld a confident belief that she should still be able to comprehend one or two simple moves, or a dozen or so moves.

For example, cutting snakes, horizontal, vertical, and oblique three splits, as well as stabbing and throwing two methods, are worth pondering again. At least the next time you face a group of snakes, or maybe a group of killers who are surrounded by snakes, you won't become a grass target and sit still.

If you don't have a weapon spectrum, you can create it yourself, but this weapon is a bit difficult to handle.

Kyoto's railway restrictions are very strict, and they have not been relaxed since the ban was enacted more than a decade ago. After more than ten years of governance according to this law, the atmosphere of people's livelihood in Kyoto is much more harmonious, but now Mo Ye wants to build a sickle, but it is hindered by the restrictions of this iron restriction order.

If it's an ordinary scythe. It's easy to get, but Mo Ye doesn't like this kind of scythe, it's too thin to have to roll the blade after a few cuts, but the heavier and thicker scythe may be similar to a scimitar. Ordinary iron shops are afraid that they dare not build it.

As for the huge iron shops in Kyoto, they have obtained a certificate from the Kyoto Prefecture and can build some weapons, but like these merchants, which one of them is not a shopkeeper with an eye like an eagle who dares to take on this high-paying but high-risk job?

Mo Ye finally thought of the grocery store opened by Cheng Xu, she usually didn't pay attention to it, but after thinking about it carefully, she suddenly made a new discovery. Under the interference of the iron restriction order, the grocery store seems to be a loophole. This general store used to do some work for the processing and repair of civil ironwork. I don't say that there was a single crime that attracted officers and soldiers. So build a scythe in handy. Shouldn't it be a problem, right?

Even if something really goes wrong, isn't there Cheng Xu in the way of him, he is not just the owner of the grocery store. There is another identity that is not weakly guarded - although he never seems to have used it to maintain the grocery store.

When Mo Ye left Ye's Mansion and came to the grocery store, it happened that Cheng Xu was also in the shop, and when he saw Mo Ye, who was still wrapped in several thick cloth belts on his left wrist, suddenly arrived, Cheng Xu's face couldn't help but show a trace of surprise, and said: You don't have to practice today, you can avoid it in the next few days, it's not good to break open the wound.

I didn't say I was here to practice. Mo Ye smiled faintly and walked briskly towards the backyard.

Cheng Xu put down the file in his hand and something like a rusty metal buckle, strode towards the backyard, and asked at the same time: Then what are you doing here?

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It rained for two days. When the weather clears, the temperature climbs very quickly. Spring is coming to an end and summer is coming.

The second largest commercial capital of the Zhao Kingdom, and most likely the future prosperity of the first capital, is bathed in uniform sunlight, and not only is the growth rate of flowers and trees in the city more and more gratifying, but most of the inhabitants of the city are also enriched with some joy on their faces. Kyoto, which is halfway to the sea and where commercial prosperity is the main mode of progress, is about to usher in the spring sea that he will open every year.

The Imperial Court presides over the logistics gate opened to the common people by Kyoto Air China, which has two flights a year, fixed at the end of spring and early summer, and at the end of autumn. These two periods of time are suitable for sea transportation because of the mild climate, and the autumn sea transportation mainly flows out the total harvest of the people, and the spring sea transportation is mainly to empty the accumulation. Therefore, if the harvest is delayed due to climate and insect infestation, and the autumn shipping is missed, the people do not have to worry too much, as long as it is stored properly, there is also spring shipping to compensate.

There is no shortage of poor people in the world, and there is no shortage of poor and disaster-prone countries, and the HNA team hosted by Zhaoguo will spend a long time going overseas to collect such information, record and discuss their needs before the start of these two major foreign trade activities related to the strategy of strengthening the country and enriching the people. In addition, Air China has been doing this for several years and has not encountered any major setbacks, which has also made the people of Kyoto accumulate more and more trust in Air China's business activities.

Therefore, whenever the day of spring shipping is almost approaching, the people of Beijing who are ready to participate begin to prepare. Large-scale commercial transport is very particular about warehouse management, in which the accounts can be controlled by people, but when it comes to the storage of goods, sometimes it has to be asked.

In the spring, many things cannot stand up to storage, and when a cargo ship crosses the sea, the goods are more likely to have problems in a humid environment. Therefore, in the days leading up to the start of spring shipping, the sunny weather is undoubtedly the greatest boost that nature has given to shipping, because people have not yet found a better way to replace the drying power and effect of daylight. Rice, wheat, cotton and linen, silk weaving and other necessities for human survival, whether directly exposed to the sun or dried in the shade, can help them extend their storage time.

On the second day when the sky cleared, the water on the streets and pavements gradually dried up, and it was much easier for people to travel than in the previous days. There were more pedestrians on the streets, and the work they were doing was more or less the same, carrying their burdens and dragging carts, hurrying into and out of the city, all doing the last tidying up before stockpiling their goods and sending them to the Air China Shipping Bureau in Kyoto.

In such a hectic atmosphere, it is strange to walk into the castle from the north gate of Kyoto.

This old man is about the age of touching the sixtieth birthday, and his hands are empty but his steps are strangely slow. Looking at his clothes, although they are not gorgeous, they are also considered to be finely materialized, and he does not look like a cold family. But he didn't have a single retinue with him. Walking out of the busy crowd, he was inevitably bumped into by the person carrying the goods, but whether it was the person who bumped into him took the initiative to apologize, or impatiently vented at him. He was all indifferent.

The old man walked through several quiet streets with a somewhat blank expression, and finally stopped at the door of a house in the north of the city. Only then did he finally have a hint of activity in his eyes, but he only looked up at the two-character plaque hanging on the lintel in silence.

Yan Mansion.

Inside the half-open door, two doormen had already greeted them. Seeing the old man standing at the door without moving, their faces showed a look of joy, and they shouted enthusiastically before they got closer.

The old man is back!

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Yan Guang went home.

When he went out, it was still raining in Kyoto. It was two days before he returned, just as the sky had cleared. The people who had been worried about it for a few days in the Yan Mansion were also clear.

But Yan Guang's heart couldn't be too good. Family matters. and things outside of home. made him suffer inside and outside for the past few days, and his heart was haggard.

In the face of the warm welcome of the doorman, Yan Guang just moved his eyes. Didn't say anything. The two men could see that the old man's mental state was much worse than usual, and they were a little worried, but when they wanted to help do something, they felt that there was nowhere to intervene. They were surprised to find that the medicine box that the old man was carrying when he went out two days ago did not know where to go at this time.

Not to mention that the old man usually has a rigorous style of doing things, and he has never lost anything, of course, this is the essence that a top doctor should have. Just say that the things in the medicine box are so precious and complicated, it is useless for ordinary people to snatch them, and no one will rob them that cannot be exchanged for money directly. The old man doesn't want to be robbed by anyone, but ...... If he wants to use or give away, who should he give so completely?

After the two doormen closed the door of the mansion, they followed behind Yan Guang with doubts, but they definitely didn't dare to ask anything.

Walking through the front yard and reaching the corridor of the middle courtyard, Yan Guang saw a person kneeling in the courtyard.

This person Yan Guang is very familiar, so familiar that just by looking at his straight back, you can know who he is.

Yan Guang turned his head sideways and said to the two doormen who followed behind him: Go to the kitchen and ask Aunt Gu to cook a bowl of hot soup, and then let the kitchen quickly boil two buckets of hot water.

The two men nodded hurriedly in response, turned around and walked hurried towards the kitchen. But the two of them didn't go far, and one of them turned around and came back, and asked cautiously: "Master, you usually take a bath, and you have always emphasized that the kitchen should only boil a bucket of water."

Yan Guang said lightly: Before I came back, someone had already arranged for cleaning. Let you prepare hot soup and hot water, all for Pei Yin.

He said it easily, and so did the manding. After the doctor treats the patient, he also has to thoroughly clean his body and limbs to ensure that they are safe.

However, only Yan Guang himself knew that he was trying to hide something by saying it easily.

Thinking of treating the seriously injured man covered in blood, he was so busy that his hands and feet were almost messy, and only after the incident did he realize that the clothes on his body were also stained everywhere, and his hands hanging down his sleeves couldn't help but tremble again.

For more than ten years, Wang Chi was in power. The country gradually prospered, wars became less and less, and large-scale wars basically did not occur again. He has a constant ministry in the Taiyi Bureau, mostly doing some easy things to see a doctor, or going to the Chinese Medical Center to exchange medical experience with some imperial doctors and students...... In short, it's been a long time since I've experienced such a bloody treatment scene as the other day.

Seeing that Yan Guang's face was different, he couldn't help but be a little nervous.

In the hearts of all the servants of the Yan Mansion. Old lady Yan does not deceive people, but she also has clear rewards and punishments. This doorman looked at Yan Guang's face, then looked at the kneeling man in the courtyard, and thought of the behavior of the old lady Yan ordering the servant to take care of the 'sinner', although he didn't know what Pei Yin had done, and he had to kneel until now from the day the old lady left, the doorman's heart was extremely confused.

After thinking about it for a while. The man said cautiously: Brother Pei doesn't know what's wrong, he has been kneeling there since the day you left. The little one tried to persuade him, but he insisted on waiting for you to come back on his knees. He said that he wanted to plead guilty.

Got it. Yan Guang waved his hand, do your job.

Mending bowed and left, while Yan Guang turned around and looked at Pei Yin who was kneeling in the courtyard. At this moment, a cry of joy suddenly came from mid-air, but it made the stiff back of the kneeling man in the courtyard tremble. However, he did not immediately turn around.

Grandfather!

At the narrow window of the small building, Yan Xingzhi poked his head out of the window. stared at Yan Guang who had returned. His eyes were filled with joy at first, but before he knew it, the joy became moist again.

Yan Guang looked at his only grandson, whom he hadn't seen for several years, and thought of the scene when he went straight to the house that the Yan family had built in Kyoto a few days ago, and his mood was a little complicated.

But he did not respond to his grandson's call. Just took a somewhat heavy step, approached Pei Yin's side, and then put a right hand on his shoulder, and said in a calm tone: What are you kneeling here for?

Feeling the pressure of the palm on his shoulder, Pei Yin's dry eyes, who had been kneeling like this for two days, suddenly became wet, he looked at Yan Guang, and said in a rough voice: Master, I didn't take good care of the little master, and I failed you.

As soon as he said that, he was going to bow down to Yan Guang with his forehead.

Yan Guangping spread out a palm and held Pei Yin's forehead. At the same time, his hand touched Pei Yin's forehead, which was somewhat abnormally warm. I couldn't help but frown.

After glancing at the wound on Pei Yin's arm wrapped in gauze. Yan Guang said in a slight voice: You have followed me for more than 20 years, and you will not be diagnosed and treated for serious illnesses, this common wind chill and fever. Don't you feel it?

I...... Pei Yin's dry voice only said one word, and he didn't continue.

Yan Guang sighed, and after his tone softened slightly, he said: I don't blame you, the Yan family has had this kind of problem since my previous generation, and God does not favor my descendants of the Yan family, so I want to sprinkle this anger on you. What's more, you haven't done anything wrong in the first place, and you won't be punished if you want to be punished.

Pei Yin said anxiously when he heard this: This ...... You can't blame the little master.

Now I'm reluctant to blame him, it's just an angry remark. Yan Guang's eyes darkened, and after a moment of silence, he said: You get up. Go rest first, and I'll take a look at the injury on your arm later. It's rained, but you can't afford to slack off.

Yan Guang said, and the hand that was on Pei Yin's shoulder before slid to his forearm, grabbed his shoulder and brought it up.

However, Pei Yin did not make the slightest movement to get up.

Yan Guang didn't have much rest in the past two days, the tiredness of his body and the worries entangled in his mind weakened his patience, seeing Pei Yin's persistence, he couldn't help but become anxious, and reprimanded: What are you messing around? Is it so fun to spoil your body?

Master...... Pei Yin hesitated, and then stood up with a trembling hand on the ground.

He didn't really stand up straight, he just stood on his knees for a moment, and then suddenly he fell straight to the ground.

Uncle Pei -

At the moment when Pei Yin fell, Yan Xingzhi, who was standing behind the window of the small building and had been watching the courtyard downstairs, couldn't help but scream.

Yan Guang, who was standing beside Pei Yin, watched this loyal servant who had followed him for many years suddenly fall, his eyes were also stagnant, and he lost his voice and said: Yinzi...... Then he raised his voice and shouted: Someone!

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There were not many servants in the Yan Mansion, and in fact all the physicians in the entire Kyoto who served the imperial court lacked servants. If the inertia of this behavior is traced back to its origin, it seems that it will be counted more than 20 years ago, when six imperial physicians in Kyoto were poisoned by servants one after another.

It's hard to talk about this matter in detail, in short, it's a human being and a human being, and you can learn a little bit from the doctor between your ears and eyes. The difference is that even if the servants of the official eunuch family learn the official temperament of the master, it will only be a showmanship, and it is enough to pretend to be a vicious dog to scare people, and the real person will have no confidence, but the subordinates who have learned the master's medical skills are enough to have the ability to do little mischief.

As the saying goes, it's easier to learn bad, but it's hard to learn better, and so is character, and so is poison. It is much easier to dispense a medicine to harm people than to dispense a medicine to save people, because there is no need for dialectical treatment to achieve the purpose of human death, and the master's study always needs to be cleaned by servants, and things like medicine books are not absolute secrets.

If a medical family wants to choose its subordinates, it must be very cautious, and the servants selected for their own abilities are naturally stronger than those of ordinary people's maids, and this can also filter out the inferior people as much as possible.

Thinness makes people jealous, and shallowness makes people despicable. However, this problem, Yan Fu can be said to do not exist.

The Yan family does not deceive people, headed by the old lady Yan, and the masters of the Yan family are all rewarded and punished. The Yan Mansion does not have many people, so there are naturally fewer disputes due to people. The caretaker does not have to do the work of serving people, and the servants who serve the master of the house have to do the work easily, and the root of this ease comes mainly from the character of the head of the house. Those who serve the Yan family at least don't have to worry about being scolded. Do your part well, and you can get a full penny every month.

And the real reason why the servants sincerely serve the master of the house every day and are diligent in the chores in the house is Yan Guang's good karma.

Pei Yin naturally didn't mention it. If he wants to leave the Yan Mansion and use his ability to open a medical hall outside, he can be half a Langzhong. The other servants in the house, as long as they serve the two heads of the Yan family closely, will also be able to earn after a year. Wind and cold, minor trauma, and common skin problems, as long as the servants asked for advice when the two masters of the Yan family were not busy, they would all mention one or two sentences.

It seems that no servant of any family can be so blessed as when he was in the Yan Mansion.

Maybe after the poisoning case of the imperial doctor's house, as long as Jingzhong is a subordinate who works in the doctor's house, the treatment has become better. Then Yan Guang's family can be regarded as better. Yan Guang is recognized as a top physician in the Chinese medicine community in Beijing. If you can learn something from him. That must be excellent, too.

In Pei Yin's bedroom, Yan Guang sat on the edge of the bed to check his pulse, and at the same time looked at the two servants who were squatting at the end of the bed and kept rubbing Pei Yin's legs. After watching it for a long time, he suddenly shouted: It's off again, the location is wrong, and the effect will be greatly reduced.

A servant looked up at Yan Guang and said, "A little bit, it shouldn't be nothing, right?"

Medicine is not child's play. Yan Guang's face was stern, he stood up and walked to the end of the bed, stretched out his hand and moved the servant's hand on Pei Yin's knee, and then admonished: Remember, this is the Blood Sea Cave.

I can't remember, too little. The servant said with a bitter face: "Circle one knee." There are so many acupuncture points, and if you rub it like this, your eyes will be dazzled.

Yan Guang said with no expression on his face: I can't remember it, I don't remember it, I asked you to rub it a hundred thousand times, and it is estimated that you can know where it is when you touch the dark. Use more heart, you have learned this set of fingering, and it is also good for yourself.

Under Yan Guang's guidance, the servant continued to knead the acupuncture points on the side of Pei Yin's knee, and after a while, his fingers began to shift again. This time, before Yan Guang could speak, he was already depressed and said: Little stupid, I still can't learn the wisdom of the old man.

Yan Guang sighed lightly, and then said gently: There are hundreds of acupuncture points in the human body, in fact, there are times when the doctor is not sure about it, but the acupoints are as their name suggests, and when they are touched in the correct position, they will feel it on their hands.

The servant followed the guidance of Yan Guang's words and touched Pei Yin's knee, and a happy smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he hurriedly said: Really, I seem to have touched it, and the position of the sea of blood can be pressed down.

Let you massage the meridians on his legs, don't be like kneading your face, touch the acupoints, the strength of your hands will slow down, and if you are too strong, it will hurt people. Yan Guang stood up after saying that, brushed his sleeves, and added when he was about to leave: You can try how hard you press yourself to feel pain.

The servant looked at Yan Guang gratefully and said, "Thank you, old man, for your guidance."

Yan Guang didn't say anything more, just walked out of the house in silence.

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Yan Guang returned to the middle courtyard and walked slowly up to the small building. Two days ago, his grandson had just arrived at the Yan Mansion and was quickly locked in the small building of the middle courtyard by the child's father.

In the past few days, except for food and convenience, Yan Xingzhi can only stay in this small room, which is almost no different from being in prison. He had been walking with Liao Shi in the vast mountains and rivers for several years, and suddenly he could only move in this square inch, and he was already unable to hold back.

In addition, as soon as he pushed open the only window in the small building, he happened to see Pei Yin kneeling in the courtyard. No matter how much you persuade, it is useless. This made it really hard for him to live in just two days.

Therefore, the door of the small building was opened by the servant, and Yan Xingzhi suddenly got up from the chair and rushed out of the door, almost taking his grandfather Yan Guangdu, who was standing next to the door, downstairs.

Yan Guang clasped his grandson's shoulders with both hands, and said sternly: You are no longer a child, why are you still so manic?

Yan Xingzhi quieted down a little when he heard this, lowered his head and said, "Grandpa, I'm sorry."

Yan Guang's eyes eased, and the hand holding his grandson's shoulder loosened a little, and he said: It's been a few years. You don't know how to go home and see. What's the use of just writing a letter, your mother will secretly cry once she reads your letter, if it weren't for Yahuan who couldn't help but sue me. Her eyes were probably already crying.

Yan Xingzhi's head hung lower, and he said astringently: Grandson is sorry for his mother.

Don't think too much, come and talk to grandpa! In the past few years since you left, Grandpa has a lot of things to say to you. Yan Guang touched his grandson's hair. It feels like he's grown a lot taller. I can't help but feel happy. However, he quickly thought of the main reason why his grandson came home this time, and a lingering sorrow soon crept up on his brow, and he sighed a little weakly.

Yan Xingzhi held one of his grandfather's arms and slowly walked towards the house. The servant who had been in charge of opening the door had also heard the words of the head of the house. I didn't follow in, but closed the door lightly. Then he stood outside the door.

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Where have you been with that strange old man all these years? The family sent several groups of people to look for you, but they didn't find any results.

Most of the time I followed him around the Gale Ridge, almost only when his clothes and shoes wore out. will go to the town under the mountain to change the set. Speaking of which, Sun Er admired him more and more, such a savage-like life, he lived for three years, just to guard the blood rock ginseng that he said was about to become an immortal.

It turned out to be in the Windy Ridge! There were many rocks and sparse trees, and the mountains were high and windy. The old man was not swept down the mountain by the wind, and it was God's mercy on him. Then again. He is good at medicine, but he loves poison the most. When is it time to change careers? Blood Rock Mountain Ginseng. I heard him talk about it once a long time ago. He boasted that it was better than ginseng, but he never showed it to me, and I laughed at him. Now listen to you. But I'm too short-sighted.

When he dug up the ginseng, he didn't let anyone get close, and he sprinkled a circle of poison in a circle of outside his body, which was really like his grandfather said he behaved strangely. He lay there and dug for a day, and the ginseng was carefully dug out by him, but he didn't know how many snakes, insects, and small beasts had died around him. My grandson guessed that he might not be willing to show me after digging, so he asked Uncle Pei to take me to climb a big tree and watch it from afar for a day. I just felt that the ginseng looked very dry and thin, with a lot of thin beards, and the only peculiar thing was that after he dug the ginseng. Both hands were stained red, but not because the hands were worn out and bleeding, but because the juice that flowed from the ginseng body was as red as blood.

Well...... I heard from a student in the Tai Yi Bureau who lives near the Dafeng Ridge that there are many red rocks on the ridge, and some stones will flow like bleeding magma after being smashed open. The older generation said that the mountain was cursed by the mountain gods, and that few people wanted to go there to collect firewood, except for the occasional hunter who went up to hunt and harvested a lot of money. Liao Shi's quirky old man was able to find an aged ginseng in that place, I don't know if this is his luck, or if God wants him to do something.

Providence? Grandpa, what are you talking about?

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The sound of conversation in the room, which had been tightly connected, suddenly disappeared, and the atmosphere was a little strange knowing that there were two people close to each other in the room, but there was no voice.

The servant who was guarding the door could not understand the conversation, and was a little sleepy, but at this moment, the room suddenly fell silent, which made his mind slightly startled. Just when the servant didn't know what was going on, the door suddenly opened halfway, and Yan Guang poked his head out and said slowly: Go to the kitchen and get two bowls of vegetarian meat soup, I'm a little hungry.

Dried mushroom and shrimp soup, half meat and half vegetarian, delicious and smooth, Kyoto specialty, is a kind of exquisite soup that many locals like, and it is also the soup food that the old man likes.

There was no need to say anything, the servant quickly answered respectfully, and went downstairs straight to the kitchen, for he preferred to find something to do rather than wait on his feet.

Yan Guang closed the door, walked back to the room and sat down on the chair, and then began to answer his grandson's doubts just now: You should know what Old Man Liao wants to do when he comes to Kyoto this time.

He was going to Xingjia Village, saying that he was looking for his patients, but they moved, so he turned around and came to Kyoto. Yan Xingzhi thought about it for a while and then said: The patient he admitted should be the little scholar of Lizheng Academy, right?

Yan Guang didn't answer his words, just turned his hand and gave him a chestnut on his forehead, and said with a slight annoyance: It's all at the door of the house, and you still refuse to go into the house to see your mother. Liao Shi's letter to the Yan family's old house was brought to Kyoto by your father who was at home on vacation, and as soon as your father saw you, he locked you up, which I don't think is strange at all.

It's better to be locked up in Kyoto than in my hometown, and I don't want my mother to know about me, so it might be better to keep it a secret from her for the time being. Yan Xingzhi said this, slowly lowered his head, and a gloomy look appeared in his eyes.

After a moment of silence, he raised his head, the low emotion on his face was gone, and he just asked with curiosity: Is the little scholar doing well in Kyoto? He remembered the blow on his forehead that was knocked by his grandfather just now, and his eyes were slightly worried. When I returned to Xingjia Village, I didn't dare to go home, so I kept hiding in Xingfeng. He knew I was going to Kyoto and asked me to say hello.

Yan Guang said lightly: Who knows? The Yan family basically has little to do with their family.

I don't think it's good. Yan Xingzhi grabbed his hair. A little frightened, he said: As soon as the medicine master arrived in Kyoto, a group of masked killers suddenly rushed out to kill him, and they didn't let me go. That group of people is very strong in kung fu, ruthless in their techniques, although there are many people, but the practice is relatively consistent, it seems that it should be the strength of a large family, this is not like a small grudge.

Yan Guang said casually: None of the people who died in Liao Shizhi were not nobles of the family.

However, no one knew his whereabouts, except for the seal of the bank. Yan Xingzhi stared into his grandfather's eyes. Said firmly: I have been by his side for the past few years. I haven't heard him mention any relatives. There were a few times when I talked about his patients, and I always stopped talking about them, but it made me feel that he valued his patients even more. Three days ago. He knew that there was a killer in the city, and he couldn't let go of the sick person to go back to the city, and he decided that the group of people who saved us were related to the emperor, grandpa, you have been in charge of the affairs of the Imperial Medical Bureau for many years, and you don't feel it at all.

After a pause, he emphasized: Otherwise, when I came back the day before yesterday, I told you about those things, and after a while, you went out with the medicine box on your back for a few days and nights?

The reason why I went out for a few days is not exactly what you guess, but knowing everything thoroughly does not mean that I can manage everything. What can you do if you know? There are many things that we are not responsible for and can interfere in. Yan Guang sighed softly and said calmly: He is playing with fire again. I admit that I used to be prejudiced against him, thinking that he didn't take human life seriously. But now I realize that a person who doesn't take his life seriously can't simply use this standard to measure his actions. I just hope he's lucky this time.

What's going on? Yan Xingzhi couldn't help frowning when he heard this, and said with some concern: What is the pharmacist doing?

He's saving a guy who was being chased by a group of people, what do you think he's going to do? Yan Guang said very implicitly.

This seems to be expected. Yan Xingzhi's hand on his knee clenched slightly, can we help?

We couldn't help him much, but this time I helped him with what he needed the most. Yan Guang reached out and shook a pair of fists that his grandson rested on his knees as he spoke.

What does he need most? Yan Xingzhi looked at his grandfather with puzzled eyes. Then he gradually understood, the expression in his eyes changed for a moment, and then he hesitated for a moment, and then asked: Is the patient okay?

can't be described as good or bad, in short, if even Liao Shi and I can't get it back, then his fate is like this. Yan Guang gently patted the back of his grandson's hand, and said gently: A doctor is just a person, and it is rare to be fair and rigorous in his life. The more I watched life and death, the more I understood that it is not a good thing to invest too much emotion in the treatment process.

Yan Xingzhi nodded, and then lowered his eyes and fell silent.

Yan Guang also groaned, and after a moment of silence in the room, he suddenly spoke again: I haven't seen Liao Shi make a move for many years, and this old guy has a lot of skills.

Yan Xingzhi smiled lightly at first, and then there was a hint of confusion in his smile, and he said slowly: It's a pity that his grandson has been behind the pharmacist for a few years, and he hasn't seen him really save people.

You'll have a chance. Yan Guang stood up after saying that, he walked to the small window and cast his gaze far away.

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After recuperating in the Ye Mansion for more than ten days, the snake venom in Ruan Luo's body has been cleared, although there is still some loss of strength in his hands and feet, but Ye Zhengming's side has let go, and the Song family's properties have been put aside for several days, and Ruan Luo should indeed go back and sort it out in person.

Ye Nuonuo was deeply poisoned, and when Ruan Luo was about to leave, she could only half-lie on the bed. After drinking light porridge for half a month, he couldn't move around, he was extremely bored, and now he heard that Ruan Luo was going back, Ye Nuonuo suddenly felt a little overwhelmed.

But Ye Zhengming's father's fate is like a mountain, Ye Nuonuo has to obey and continue to raise her body, after all, her body has not recovered, otherwise I am afraid that she will run over the wall again.

However, what was unexpected and surprising was that Ruan Luo, who was already preparing to leave the Ye Mansion, suddenly became seriously ill again after just working overnight.

Of course, Ye Nuonuo wanted to have Ruan Luo with her while she was recuperating in bed, but she definitely didn't want him to stay in this way, and after only half a day's work, she was already so anxious that a few fires broke out on her forehead.

Mo Ye is also very anxious about this, but she will only be anxious, and after she is in a hurry, she will also consider some other aspects-