Meng Xiangsheng's face turned pale, and his tone was stiff: "If God wants to send me to a great responsibility and make me bedridden, I also have to find a doctor who is proficient in medicine and economics and has superb benevolence. ”

The railroad man knocked on the folding fan and said with a smile: "Xiaole, I'm afraid there are many people like Brother Mengxiang thinks, right?" In addition to Mr. Huang's family, what other diseases have you been optimistic about? ”

Xu Xiaole squinted at him, and was about to speak, Shi Jiqing had already said for him: "The Yan family's children came back to life in the public court before, and they were also Xiaole's wonderful hands. ”

Hearing Shi Jiqing say this, Meng Xiangsheng and the railway talent restrained a little frivolous.

The railroad man held the folding fan and said, "It turns out that you are the Doctor Xu, but I have heard of it." ”

In the understanding of the Confucian scholars of the Ming Dynasty, a scholar who does not read medical books is unfilial. This is because everyone has parents, and when parents get older, they will definitely have all kinds of diseases. Nowadays, getting a good doctor is like gambling, and a truly filial reader has to learn medical skills on his own.

Although this trend of thought is widespread, there are not many people who actually study medicine. In the end, medicine is a more difficult study than Bagu, with equal emphasis on technology and thought, and it requires full dedication, but the way out cannot be compared with being an official. Therefore, ninety out of ten Confucian students who read medical books just become medical ticket holders.

Even if you are just a ticket holder, you will still pay attention to the hot spots of Xinglin. The case of the Yan family v. Changchun Tang has almost become a legendary story, and the resurrection of Dr. Xu from Changchun Hall has long been spread. It's just that the "little Doctor Xu" and Xu Xiaole in front of him are really a little incompatible.

The railroad man looked at Xu Xiaole curiously, as if he was looking strange. He smiled: "I really didn't expect that Dr. Xiao Xu would be older, but he is such a detached person." ”

Xu Xiaole's usual activities and medical treatment are like two people, and the familiar people around him already know it, but he himself is unconscious. He said, "I've always been like this, and I'm sorry to make you look away." ”

The railroad man laughed, knocked the table with a folding fan again and again, and shouted: "Interesting, really interesting!" ”

Meng Xiangsheng said coldly: "I just saw two diseases, is it worth showing off." ”

The railroad man sat on the side with him, who should have been a close person, but said: "Mengxiang's words are wrong. Whether the doctor can have a delicate medical record or not is not up to him, and someone has to get sick. Just like when we write articles, we always have to write a hundred or so articles before one or two can be targeted. Is it because we don't want to write well? It's really a little bit of inspiration in the literary thoughts, and you can't force it. ”

Xu Xiaole looked at the railway man and said in his heart: This person spoke upside down, and he was annoying just now, but when he turned his head, he didn't seem to be so hateful.

He looked at Meng Xiangsheng again, and said secretly: This person is consistent, and the yin and yang are so angry that people are disgusted.

Before Meng Xiangsheng could speak, he saw a commotion in front of the stage. A man in white walked through the crowd under the escort of four servants. The servants, each tall and horse-tall, with a short stick in their hand, parted the crowd so that they would not touch the corner of the white-clothed man's clothes.

Xu Xiaole was still wondering who was so majestic, and saw the man in white walking towards him.

Shi Jiqing, the railroad man, and Meng Xiangsheng stood up one after another. Xu Xiaole had no choice but to stand up, guessing that he was the squire boy Zhao Quchen.

Zhao Quchen came over to greet Shi Jiqing and the others one by one, but his attitude was very gentle, and he did not show any arrogance. It can be seen that he is only so pompous because he is sick: cleanliness.

When it was Xu Xiaole's turn, Zhao Quchen smiled even more happily and said, "I have heard of your name a long time ago, and you are the most popular prodigy in my county." I'm so happy to have you here today. ”

Xu Xiaole was a little embarrassed and said, "A prodigy or something, that's it." ”

Zhao Quchen said with a smile: "I heard about the Yan family's case, how did you know that it was typhoid fever at that time?" ”

Xu Xiaole said: "Actually, I still want to know, why can't they see that it is typhoid fever." ”

Zhao Quchen stroked his palms and laughed: "Good gimmick! Jian Zhai, you little friend is really a good gimmick! ”

Shi Jiqing and the railroad people also laughed.

When everyone was talking, Zhao Quchen's little Xi Nu had already wiped the chair and table three times. Every time he changed a piece of white satin, it was really spotless to let Zhao Quchen sit down.

When Zhao Quchen sat down, another middle-aged man came over, stopped from afar, and didn't dare to speak, just looked at Zhao Gongzi.

Xu Xiaole looked at the middle-aged man curiously, not knowing what this person was doing.

Zhao Quchen found Xu Xiaole's gaze and said with a smile: "This is the shopkeeper of Caihuju." Because he had bad breath, I didn't allow him to speak in front of me. He turned to the shopkeeper and said, "You can begin." ”

The shopkeeper is more delicate than everyone else, with a smile on his face but his lips are tightly pursed, and he smiles without showing his teeth. He got Zhao Quchen's order, and hurriedly turned around to pass the word.

After a while, a series of drums sounded, the curtain was lifted, and out came a girl from behind, seventeen or eighteen years old, with a long goose egg face, a bun, a pair of silver earrings, and a light blue homespun skirt.

She walked out, and the noisy theater suddenly quieted down, which was more useful than any opening drum or finale poem.

Xu Xiaole was a little disappointed, and whispered to Shi Jiqing: "It looks like a white skin, and it is just a person." ”

Several figures flashed in his mind, not to mention his sister-in-law Tong Wanqing, only that her temperament was far inferior to that of the fairy sister, her style was far inferior to that of Sister Mei Niang, and her youth and cuteness were far inferior to her smile. The looks of these four are probably much more beautiful than her. I really don't know why so many people are obsessed with her.

Shi Jiqing said in a low voice: "You will know when she starts singing." ”

Meng Xiangsheng glanced at Xu Xiaole and said to himself--as if he was saying to a few companions: "Beautiful but not charming, clear but not cold, not vulgar, not vulgar!" ”

Xu Xiaole smiled coldly: I don't know.

Zhao Quchen agreed very much, and said: "It's naturally good, otherwise how can you be friends with me." ”

Xu Xiaole listened to Zhao Quchen's words, and said secretly in his heart: After all, I still have too little experience, and I can't say this kind of cowhide coaxing. Well, I'll have to write it down.

Xu Xiaole specially made a small notebook to record the words he heard on weekdays. Because he found that although his level was high, his speech was still too simple, and he was a bit embarrassed.

Bai Xiaoyu stood on the stage, blessed her body, sat on a chair covered with royal blue satin, took the pipa out from behind the desk, rested it on her lap and tried the sound.

She shifted and looked up to the left and right of the stage.

Those eyes were like autumn water, like cold stars, like jewels, like two obsidian stones in the snow. Looking forward to it, whether it is a rough man standing in the corner or a distinguished guest sitting in front of the stage, everyone has a thought in their hearts: she is looking at me!

At this glance, a wave of panting sounded from the theater where the needle could be heard.

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