In the early hours of the next morning.

Zhang Song kept moving around the room, wiping his palms from time to time to ward off the cold. However, even so, the cold air pouring in outside the house still made Zhang Song shiver.

There was a pair of dishes and chopsticks on the floor of the room, and in the corner was the thatch pile where Zhang Song had rested and warmed up last night. The stone thrown in yesterday evening was still in place, but the whitish kudzu cloth had been taken into Zhang Song's arms.

After the stones were thrown in the previous night, Zhang Song quickly got into the thatched pile, pretended to be asleep, and secretly observed the movement inside and outside the house. However, until late at night, no one came, let alone found out who threw the stone.

Later, in a daze, Zhang Song fell asleep. Early this morning, due to the extremely cold weather, Zhang Song woke up from freezing very early.

Zhang Song paced while looking at the stone in the room, thinking of the scene he saw at the mouth of the valley yesterday, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The thieves are not in harmony within, and if Zhang Song does not handle it well, it is likely to bring unexpected twists and turns to his return journey. No, before the patient was seen, someone gave Zhang Song a problem.

In all fairness, if possible, Zhang Song didn't want to come to treat the leader of the thieves, but if he didn't cure the patient here, Zhang Song would definitely not end well. If it is cured, the person who secretly threw the stone will be angry with Zhang Song again, and Zhang Song will also have no good fruit to eat.

This is a dilemma, Zhang Song thought to himself, while thinking about countermeasures.

"Squeak!"

The door was opened, and an elderly thief came in with a bowl of food and handed it to Zhang Song.

Zhang Song took the meal and buried himself in eating. The meal was the same as last night, wheat rice and salted vegetables. Mai rice is rice made of wheat, because of the problem of production technology, there is no flour at this time, but the wheat is directly cooked into rice. Salted vegetables are equivalent to pickled vegetables in later generations.

After eating, Zhang Song asked the old thief standing on the side: "What is the name of this place?" ”

"Green Pine Valley." The old thief's voice was hoarse.

"Who in your valley is sick?"

"It's Chang Zhou Mingshu."

"Is anyone else sick?"

This time, the old thief did not answer immediately, but thought for a moment before answering: "No, only the second leader, Zhou Mingshu, is sick." ”

"Aren't you dragon thieves?" Although he had asked this question before, Zhang Song still felt the need to ask it again.

"No, we're not thieves." The old thief replied without hesitation.

Not a thief? But when Zhou Fang and the others captured themselves, they were obviously typical outfits of the Flying Dragon Thieves? But after asking both of them, they said that they were not thieves, so there should be some problems here.

The old thief had already packed up the dishes and chopsticks, and was about to walk out of the room.

"Hey......" Zhang Song shouted at the old thief, wanting to ask what factions were within the thief, but thinking of him as a stranger, it was impossible to ask anything, it was better to observe it himself, so he waved his hand again and let the old thief leave.

When the morning sun shone into the house, someone finally came to take Zhang Song to see a patient.

Following the comers, on the winding road in the hinterland of Zhangsong Valley, there is dry thatch beside the road.

"Hey!"

A shout came from the middle of the road, Zhang Song followed the voice, and saw a tall and strong man standing on the dirt slope on the left side of the road, pointing at Zhang Song with his finger.

"Chen Jun is sick, come and take a look!"

Zhang Song knew that he was calling himself, he didn't make a sound, but looked at the person who led the way.

The person who led the way was embarrassed and said, "Zhong Jun, Changshang is very sick, and he is in a hurry to wait for the doctor to come and see a doctor." ”

"Zhou Mingshu's illness needs to be treated, doesn't Chen Jun's illness need to be treated? Hugh said a lot, let the doctor come and see the doctor! The man surnamed Zhong shouted as he jumped into the middle of the road, blocking his way.

The person who led the way was obviously helpless, so he had to agree to follow the man surnamed Zhong to see a doctor first.

The man surnamed Zhong led the two to a room. As soon as he entered the room, Zhang Song smelled a strange smell, he frowned, did not speak, but looked at a man lying on the bed.

The man was lying on his side on the bed, facing outward, he was tall, his face was flushed, and his eyes were closed.

Zhang Song pressed down his nervous mood, and according to the method taught by Shi Dao, he slowly stretched out his hand towards the man's right hand vein.

In addition to feeling that the person's pulse was strong and powerful, Zhang Song also didn't feel anything abnormal, of course, with the pulse knowledge he learned from grinding the gun in battle, Zhang Song didn't dare to make a conclusion that there must be no problem, once he made a mistake, his life might be in danger.

Zhang Song pretended to be thinking, and quickly thought about how to deal with the current situation.

After a while, Zhang Song already had a plan in his heart, and he looked up and asked the man surnamed Zhong, "How long has Chen Jun been in this state?" ”

"It's not long, it's been like this since last night's drink." The man surnamed Zhong replied suspiciously.

Hearing this, Zhang Song reached out and touched Chen Jun's forehead again, and his heart was immediately settled, and he said to the man surnamed Zhong: "Chen Jun is drunk, it's okay, it'll be fine after a while." ”

"Really?" The man surnamed Zhong was both happy and suspicious.

"Really, I prescribed a little medicine and drank it, and the wine woke up faster. Do you have a pen and paper here? Zhang Song asked the man surnamed Zhong.

"There is pen and ink, no paper, but there is arrowroot, do you see it?" The man surnamed Zhong took out pen and ink and white Ge cloth from a wooden box and handed them to Zhang Song.

Zhang Song took it, looked at Ge Bu carefully, and said with a smile: "Zhong Jun took out such a good Ge Bu and wrote to me, aren't you afraid that Chen Jun will blame you when he wakes up?" ”

"That's not true, this is what Chen Jun specially uses to practice calligraphy."

"Oh?" Zhang Song immediately became interested, and while he was writing the formula, he said, "Chen Jun also likes calligraphy?" I also love calligraphy, I wonder if Zhong Jun can give me one or two pairs of Chen Jun's ink treasures? ”

"I'm afraid it won't work, Chen Jun has always disliked to show himself to others." Zhong Jun refused very simply, probably because Zhang loosened the party, and also gave a brief explanation.

Zhang Song nodded, handed over the written prescription to the man surnamed Zhong, explained the precautions, and got up and left with the person who led the way.

When he stepped out of the threshold, Zhang Song turned around and said to the man surnamed Zhong, "Zhong Jun, if there are other patients in the valley, let them come to me in a while, and I will treat them." ”

"No need, Doctor Zhang, except for Chen Jun being drunk and Zhou Mingshu being sick, there are no other patients in the valley." Perhaps feeling Zhang Song's kindness, the man surnamed Zhong spoke much more politely this time.

Zhang Song responded, thinking to himself, it seems that the patient written on the Ge cloth last night refers to Zhou Mingshu. It's just that who has a conflict with Zhou Mingshu and wants his life?

Without waiting for Zhang Song to think clearly, the person who led the way took Zhang Song to the most magnificent house he saw when he entered the valley.

There were four guards standing at the door of the house with knives, and the hall was already full of people, including Fang Tao, Zhou Fang and Li Mo, who Zhang Song knew, and a few people Zhang Song didn't know.

What made Zhang Song a little strange was that the most honorable seat at the top was a woman in her thirties, which was also the only woman in the hall.

"Tell the chief, the doctor has brought it." The man who led the way reported to the woman and went out of the hall.

The eyes of everyone in the hall were focused on Zhang Song, there were doubts, indifference, oppression, and threats. This should be the thieves who want to give Zhang Song a dismount, however, Zhang Song in his previous life often appeared in court to respond to the lawsuit, and he has seen it on various occasions, and a small dismount in the thieves' den can't scare him, he just stands quietly and doesn't speak.

"Young man, why did you worship when you saw us?" The woman's voice was slightly hoarse and blunt, unlike the high-pitched voice of a normal woman.

"You are all dragon thieves, I am a good people, why should I worship?" Zhang Song said calmly.

"Yo, you're quite backbone, see if I don't kill you!" A man with a black face and white beard pulled out a long knife with a "brush" and put it on Zhang Song's neck.

The cold air of the long knife penetrated through his skin, and Zhang Song subconsciously avoided it, but he didn't avoid it. Feeling the real threat, Zhang Song had a faint anger in his heart, and he was about to have a seizure, he believed that the thieves had taken so much effort to tie him up, and it was impossible for him to kill himself before seeing a patient.

"Yu Xinzhi, what do you want to do? Stop it! Zhou Fang slapped the table vigorously and shouted loudly.

"Xinzhi, you stand down, don't hurt the doctor." The woman was in the way of her heart.

"Sister, he's disrespectful to you! Gotta punish a little! Yu Xinzhi was still reluctant to take the knife.

"Conquer cities and plunder the land, and plunder the people. What are you not dragon thieves? Am I wrong? Since you are thieves, where is there a need to respect you! Zhang Song stared at Yu Xinzhi and said coldly, "Presumably you have a conflict with Zhou Mingshu, and you want to kill me under the pretext of disrespect, and take the opportunity to kill him." ”

"You fart! I ......"

"I think the doctor is right, you have this intention, you want to intimidate the doctor and make him diagnose wrong, so as to kill Zhou Jun." Before he finished speaking, Zhou Fang shouted loudly.

"Heart, put the knife away! Don't be misunderstood. The woman spoke loudly to the heart, with reproach in her tone.

When Yu Xinzhi put away the knife, the woman said to Zhang Song: "Young man, we are not thieves, let alone flying dragon thieves, why do you bite us to death that we are flying dragon thieves?" ”

Zhang Song carefully observed the expressions of the people around him, and saw that everyone looked puzzled, so he knew that the woman was not lying, and he was also puzzled in his heart, and said to Zhou Fang and Li Mo: "Since you are not a flying dragon thief, why do you want to dress up as a flying dragon thief and send people to attack Yongping County?" ”

Zhou Fang snorted in his nostrils and did not answer Zhang Song.

"Let you come to see the doctor, you just have to see the doctor! Some didn't ask so much, why are they doing! Li Mo scolded Zhang Song.

Zhang Song frowned and looked at the woman.

"Yes, young man, you just need to see a doctor, don't worry about the rest!" The woman apparently knew why, but didn't want to tell Zhang Song.

In desperation, Zhang Song pressed the question in his heart and followed everyone into a room next to the hall.