What should a doctor look like?

I believe that even children can describe it, with a white face and a face full of kindness; If it is a female doctor, she must have an angel-like smile, no matter how beautiful or ugly, her body exudes a faint aroma of medicinal herbs, like a fairy who accidentally falls into the mortal dust.

When Zhen Cheng first heard the name Yao Lao, Zhen Cheng also thought like a child.

The reality is cruel, when Zhen Cheng saw the old man in front of him clearly, the image of the kind old man in his mind, who sniffed the herbs and could skip even three meals, completely collapsed.

Yao Lao had a miserable white face, a pair of copper bell-like eyes, and a wisp of goatee floating on his pointed chin.

He was short, narrow-shouldered, and old, and his forehead was full of wrinkles like a stream.

The big hands, which were cracked and rough like pine bark, looked less like a medicine planter and more like a woodcutter.

The only thing that attracted Zhen Cheng's attention was that Yao Lao combed very carefully, without a trace of messy hair.

It's just a pity that the silver filaments set off the slightly sunken pair of dark brown eyes, giving people an eerie sense of horror.

Zhen Cheng looked at Yao Lao, but Yao Lao's head was held high, and the long black hair exposed in his nostrils made Zhen Cheng feel sick to his stomach for a while.

The clothes were shabby, but they were clean, a black gown, and long thin black hair grew on their thin legs.

The moment Zhen Cheng's eyes saw Yao Lao's feet, his eyes were completely dull.

Zhen Cheng finally understood that the person in front of him would not take himself seriously like that.

Zhen Cheng was still strange that an emaciated old man like Weishenme would look at him, and intuitively, with Yao Lao's narrow shoulders, it would be almost the same height as Pan Changjiang.

When men and women in real life are busy raising their heels to increase their height, Yao Lao's method is more elegant, more direct, and more shocking - Yao Lao's feet are suspended in the air, and his feet are more than 30 centimeters from the ground.

Zhen Cheng stomped his feet in disbelief, he didn't feel weightless, the earth was normal, and there was no problem just because this was a high mountain. Zhen Cheng quietly bit the tip of his tongue again, it hurt, he didn't have a nightmare.

Looking at Yao Lao's chicken-breast-like chest and undulating breathing, Zhen Cheng was sure that the old man in front of him was a human, not a ghost, nor a fairy, because even the donkey that Zhang Guo was riding was more handsome than the old man in front of him.

Zhen Cheng was shocked and not only that. What made Zhen Cheng puzzled was that Yao Lao actually had a pair of chubby feet like a white and tender child.

Yao Lao's feet can only be described as white and tender, because these feet are not perfect, and can even be described as deformed.

The instep of the foot was raised high, and the toes of the four feet were bent down, almost joining into a piece of flesh and clinging to the soles of the feet, except for the thumb, which was left alone, like a pointed corner of a dumpling—this was not a human foot, but a white thing made of flour.

Zhen Cheng looked at Yao Lao in astonishment, and wanted to ask this old man, do you look like this, are you embarrassed to come out?

"Boy, didn't you hear me? Do you want to die? Zhen Cheng's gaze was complicated, which he had never seen before. In Yao Lao's impression, seven out of ten miscellaneous servants were killed by his own anger, and the reason was very simple, because those miscellaneous servants ran away in horror when they saw him, so useless things, he had to kill them in a fit of anger to make fertilizer.

Zhen Cheng also wanted to run, but Zhen Cheng knew better that no matter how fast he ran, he couldn't fly as fast as this perverted old man.

"Yao Lao's feet are a model in the world, and people's age is not based on their faces, but on their feet! If my estimate is correct, the rejuvenation and rejuvenation skills of the old man are estimated to be completed soon! Zhen Cheng felt his stomach rolling, but he had to say good things with a smile on his face. Intuitively, Zhen Cheng felt that Yao Lao should be an old man who likes to listen to good words.

Zhen Cheng could only gamble, and in the face of Yao Lao, Zhen Cheng was powerless to resist.

Yao Lao was stunned, and his originally floating body couldn't help but rise a few points above the ground. With his hands behind his back, he has the demeanor of a grandmaster. After so many years, Yujian, a young man who knows the goods and has a good temper, Yao Lao's anger at Zhen Cheng for not obeying his orders seems to have disappeared all of a sudden.

"Humph!" Yao Lao maintained the demeanor of a grandmaster in a reserved manner, glared at Zhen Cheng, and there was actually a little bit of cross-eyedness.

Zhen Cheng felt that a talent like Yao Lao should really go to Huaxia Kingdom. If Zhang Yimou and Feng Xiaogang want to make martial arts films, Yao Lao is definitely the most haode villain, without makeup, to save more costs.

Seeing that his good words had worked, Zhen Cheng hurriedly took a step back, bent down respectfully and said, "Those who are used as fertilizer by Yao Lao must be a traitor, even if they are not, they are useless waste materials!" There are two reasons why the younger generation loses the bamboo basket and wooden spoon. First, because I was caught off guard and was a little scared; Second, I don't want to use these fertilizers to kill the precious medicinal herbs in the medicine garden! ”

"What do you mean by that?" When Yao Lao heard Zhen Cheng's second reason, he frowned, and looked at Zhen Cheng without saying anything.

"In fact, there is no difference between humans and animals, and there is nothing wrong with using it as fertilizer! However, I think Yao Lao may not know that this human body contains some poisonous substances because he lives in seclusion in the mountains all year round! If you rashly use the human body's fertilizer to water the herbs, you can make the herbs thrive in the short term. But when it comes to harvesting, there will be a lot of medicinal herbs due to a surplus of fertilizers, and the yield will be reduced a lot! Even if some medicinal materials can barely be used, their toxic side effects are obviously stronger than similar medicinal materials! I think that the medicine elder asked the younger generation to do this, and he must also want to test my common sense of fertilization of medicinal herbs! ”

Zhen Cheng was embarrassed to show off too much, he didn't dare to talk about the bullshit ingredients and bullshit elements of the human body. The old man in front of him, no matter how you look at it, doesn't look like a modern person, although he is rich and rich, and he is only eight buckets high, it is better to keep a low profile.

"Ahem-" Yao Lao's miserable old face turned imperceptibly red, and he raised his head and coughed twice.

"That's exactly what the old man meant, it seems that you really have some ability! Pack up and put the money aside! In the future, the first 150 bamboo baskets, you don't have to move! ”

"Yes!" Zhen Cheng respectfully bent down and agreed, and when he looked up again, Yao Lao had disappeared silently.

If it weren't for the hideous, rotten, stenching human head on the ground, Zhen Cheng really suspected that he had a dream just now.

Zhen Cheng's thin shirt was soaked, and fine sweat was pouring out on his forehead. Thinking about the thrill just now, Zhen Cheng couldn't help but secretly call for luck. Zhen Cheng's inner turmoil did not dare to show on his face, intuitively, Zhen Cheng felt that a pair of cross-eyed eyes were watching his every move from a distance.

Zhen Cheng has exercised in the execution ground, plus the fights that have often occurred in the past few years, what kind of dead people, Zhen Cheng has seen everything. But it was the first time Zhen Cheng had dealt with such a disgusting lonely fermented human head.

Zhen Cheng endured the nausea, classified the human head, and then hurriedly put volcanic ash in the bamboo basket, Zuihou tightly covered the lid and put it back in place, Zhen Cheng was relieved.

It has been more than a week since I came to Kaikabo Peak, and Zhen Cheng is honest and diligent in his work. Thinking about Yao Lao's instructions just now, thinking about the more than forty bamboo baskets that were used by himself, Zhen Cheng didn't even have the appetite to eat dinner.

The first 150 bamboo baskets do not need to be moved, doesn't this mean that the bamboo baskets with human fertilizer account for one-third of the share? And the strange smell I felt a few days ago wasn't the smell of a corpse rotting?

The more Zhen Cheng thought about it, the more disgusted he became, swallowing the air in a big gulp, feeling the smell of human flesh in the air.

The cave where Zhen Cheng lives is on the edge of the passage, where the bamboo baskets used today are placed. Zhen Cheng's work early the next morning was to throw these bamboo baskets to the west of Kaikabo Peak.

weishenme was going to be thrown to the west, Zhen Cheng never asked. Because except for today, I have never said a word to Yao Lao.

Zhen Cheng looked at the time and didn't dare to be lazy. Counting the bamboo baskets he had used, Zhen Cheng chose the fertilizer after the one hundred and sixty bamboo baskets to fertilize the herbs.

Zhen Cheng doesn't look at it like he used to be, every time he uses a wooden spoon to apply fertilizer, he is extremely careful, and when he touches a stone, Zhen Cheng will be frightened.

Zhen Cheng finally understood what kind of frightened bird it was, and he also knew how pitiful the frightened person was.

After working for a long time, Zhen Cheng completed today's task. I couldn't wait to take off my clothes and lie down in the warm hot water to take a bath.

With a room temperature of thirty degrees, soaking in a hot spring of forty or fifty degrees, Zhen Cheng could feel all the limbs screaming in comfort. But after less than five minutes of this comfort, Zhen Cheng's face turned pale and his lips had turned purple.

"Damn! Not again! Zhen Cheng gritted his teeth, but the beads of sweat on his forehead still rolled down one by one.

Every late at night, the pain like knocking on the bone and sucking the marrow will invade Zhen Cheng's body on time. Starting from Zhen Cheng's toes, the pain was like an ant, inch by inch like Zhen Cheng climbing on top of his head.

"Damn Qianyu Han, I won't let you go if I'm a ghost!" Zhen Cheng's acupoint was sealed, and it was impossible to use internal force to resist and relieve the pain. Whenever he couldn't bear it anymore, Zhen Cheng would grit his teeth and scold Qian Yuhan.

The itchy sensation, the numbness sensation, and then a sudden stinging pain. This kind of pain, as if it has a soul, is very clever and cunning. Whenever Zhen Cheng was ready to carry the pain, it was itchy and numb, but when Zhen Cheng relaxed a little, it was all of a sudden.

"Nine shallows and one deep!" Zhen Cheng thought about the stunts of women who often engaged in women in bed, imagined the scene of raping Qian Yuhan in the pool, roared lowly, immersed his whole body in the water, and withstood a wave of attacks from Zuihou today.

After being tortured by this pain for a long time, Zhen Cheng gradually figured out the pattern. Whenever the water around me becomes pitch black, the pain disappears.

Zhen Cheng held his breath and lay in the hot spring to enjoy the most refreshing moment of the day. "Qian Yuhan, I must press you on the bed and insult you! I must make you kneel before me and serve me! ”

Zhen Cheng was confused and swore through gritted teeth.

PS: Brothers, the flowers will soon reach a hundred, come on! When the hundred flowers arrived, the Master immediately added more! Zhen Cheng's strength is about to improve by leaps and bounds, brothers, let's be passionate!