After a few days, Mu Shengbai sent to find people with excellent medical skills, but in vain, after all, those people were not gray-haired and not suitable for traveling, if they were not well-known in the local area, there was no need to come to Jinling City, he had to send them to a farther town to look for them, but this took a huge amount of time, and it was not possible to find it in a while.

This is not to say that Mu Shengbai has given up, he has studied medical skills for several years in Liuyun Villa with Du Qingfeng, a pharmaceutical saint who is unique in the world, although it is far inferior to Du Qingfeng, but it is still a few levels higher than ordinary doctors, and it is not a problem to see small pains and diseases.

So after finally having some leisure, he asked the boy to set up a table for him in the Lanwu Pavilion, and a sign was erected next to it, on which were a few big characters written by Mu Shengbai himself: Free pulse.

On the first day, no one came, and those customers looked at Mu Shengbai strangely, thinking that he was joking, who would believe that such a young shopkeeper knew medical skills, and he would mention it to others as a joke when he went back. Mu Shengbai didn't get angry when he heard it, but was very happy, no matter what, his reputation was out, so whether he came to consult in the end was a matter later.

Even if he didn't trust Mu Shengbai's medical skills, the word free still attracted a lot of old people who were unwell, but they were reluctant to spend money because of the expensive consultation fees in the city, so a strange line formed in the Lan Pavilion the next day, with white hair and thin old men.

In front of Mu Shengbai sat a thin old woman, her face was full of deep wrinkles, her eyes were cloudy, her lips were pale, she was holding a handkerchief in her hand and coughing to her mouth.

"Shopkeeper Mu, I have been suffering from hemoptysis for a long time, and at that time I was going to find Dr. Chen from Jishi Yaozhai, but it would cost a few taels to see a doctor alone, and I didn't go because I couldn't afford to take medicine, so I didn't go yesterday I heard that you didn't need money, so I came to take a look, and it was okay if I couldn't see it, and I didn't blame you." She smiled kindly and spoke softly, as if she was comforting Mu Shengbai.

Mu Shengbai knew that she meant well, smiled slightly, put his hand on the handkerchief he was holding, looked at it again, and finally said with a solemn face: "You have tuberculosis, and there is no way to cure it after delaying it for so long, I will write a recipe here, we also have a lot of herbs in our shop, you take this recipe to the boy in the store to buy." ”

After speaking, he took a piece of white paper next to him and wrote the names and dosages of several medicinal herbs.

The old woman took it and thanked Mu Shengbai repeatedly.

On this day, Mu Shengbai also checked the pulse of more than a dozen old people, and the second and third days were also these old people.

On the fourth day, the first old man who asked Mu Shengbai to see a doctor brought his family to thank him, saying that he had taken the medicine according to the prescription he gave for a few days, and the number of hemoptysis had decreased and his body was a lot tougher, and then the old people came to thank him one after another, Mu Shengbai gradually had some reputation in Jinling City, and because he didn't want money, some people called him Mu Shanren.

When night came, as soon as Mu Shengbai returned to the room after practicing swordsmanship, he felt that there was a special aura in the room, but he didn't feel the murderous aura.

Holding the sword in his hand, afraid of startling the snake, and curious about the intentions of the comer, he sat down on the chair beside the bed and poured himself a cup of tea.

I lowered my head to drink tea, but my attention was in the shadow next to the cabinet, and I saw a dark figure walking out with an unsheathed sword, approaching silently, pointing at him.

"Shopkeeper Mu, I want to ask you to help save someone." The man did not wear a mask, revealing a cold face, not only his expression, but also his voice.

Mu Shengbai pretended to find out about his existence, looked at him in shock, and then asked with a pale face: "This is your attitude of inviting people." ”

"It's rude, if Shopkeeper Mu obediently follows me, I will naturally not use force against you, but if you don't want to, then I have to be strong, please forgive me."

He is still pointing at Mu Shengbai, the tip of the sword is shining gracefully, and he must have seen the sword of blood.

"It is the duty of us medical scholars to save people, so what if we go with you, but please put away your sword, after all, the sword has no eyes, if you accidentally hurt me, then saving people will be delayed."

Mu Shengbai poured himself another cup of tea, looking leisurely and happy, as if he didn't mind the sudden appearance of a stranger with a weapon.

The man's wary eyes glanced at him, and then he withdrew the sword into its scabbard and took out a piece of black cloth.

"For some reason, I hope that the shopkeeper will be covered with this cloth."

The corners of Mu Shengbai's mouth were slightly raised, and he took the cloth with interest, and then tied it to his eyes without hesitation, and he couldn't see anything at once, and there was darkness in front of him, which showed how cautious that person was.

"Isn't Shopkeeper Mu afraid that I will harm you?" The man didn't expect Mu Shengbai to agree so quickly, and he was a little surprised.

"Since I promised to go with you, I naturally want to believe you."

"This kind of heart of the shopkeeper Mu will become a great tool in the future." Shadow hadn't expected that a young boy would be able to say such a thing, and the contempt he had completely dissipated when he first learned that the doctor he was looking for had completely dissipated.

It's so good now, and it's going to be good in the future.

Mu Shengbai was taken away blindfolded for a long time, I don't know how many corners he turned, and then he heard the sound of the door opening, and then the cloth covering his eyes was gently untied.

He guessed that the man was afraid that he would remember the route and should have taken a long detour.

Mu Shengbai found himself in a room that looked very ordinary, but in fact concealed mysteries, and the vision he cultivated in Liuyun Villa allowed him to find that these vases and chairs and beds that looked unpretentious were expensive.

"Shopkeeper Mu, please come here." The man led Mu Shengbai to a bed, lifted the curtain, and there was a middle-aged man with an ordinary face lying on it, his eyes were closed, his lips were purple, and he looked poisoned.

He took the man's hand, checked the pulse, looked shocked, and then turned over the back of the man's hand to look, and sure enough, he saw a purple line extending from the middle finger to the elbow, quite terrifying, like a purple-scaled snake burrowing into his skin.

This further confirms Mu Shengbai's thoughts, this person is indeed poisoned, and it is not an ordinary poison, but a special poison made by the imperial court doctor, which is not circulated among the people, and he also mentioned this purple scale poison when he heard the master talking to Du Qingfeng by chance. This person can be poisoned by this kind of poison, and it must be inseparable from the royal family.

"How about the shopkeeper, he ...... Is there any salvation? The man stared at Mu Shengbai nervously, and he saw that the man's hand holding the sword was trembling slightly.