Chen Hengzhi sat on the low stool next to the bed, reached out and grabbed Ah Zhu's right wrist, three fingers caught her pulse, and a true qi came out from his fingers, along her wrist, into her body.

Since the majestic innate true qi entered Ah Zhu's body, Chen Hengzhi's spiritual power was attached to it, as if he had seen it with his own eyes, the internal organs in her body were already in chaos, and it was a miracle that she could support it until now.

A Zhu's injury is related to his own task, and Chen Hengzhi is naturally doing his best.

His True Qi incarnates as a repairman, constantly moving the organs back into place and expelling the residual internal force from them, activating the activity of their organs.

Starting from the heart, to the lungs, liver and gallbladder, kidneys, spleen and stomach... It's like repairing an electrical appliance and connecting the electrical lines one by one.

Qiao Feng stood in front of him, watching this scene nervously, seeing that Ah Zhu's face slowly turned from pale to ruddy, and the complexion of the whole person was much better than before, he couldn't help but be very happy in his heart.

After a long time, Chen Hengzhi retracted his fingers and stood up, looked at Qiao Feng, and said, "I'll open a prescription later, let her drink a few doses, replenish her body, and rest for a while." ”

"Really, it's so good!"

Qiao Feng rubbed his hands happily, and then, seeing that everyone was looking at him with strange eyes, he coughed lightly, blushed, bowed solemnly to Chen Hengzhi, and said: "Mr. Chen, thank you for your kindness, if you have something to do in the future, even if you go to the soup to make fire, Qiao Feng will not hesitate." ”

Chen Hengzhi put down the brush, blew the handwriting on the paper, and after the handwriting was completely dry, he handed him the prescription and said, "Okay, I will keep this matter in mind, remember to send me an invitation card when you have a wedding wine." ”

Qiao Feng took the prescription and said with a sneering expression: "This, this..."

Standing up from the desk, Chen Hengzhi glanced at everyone and said to Qiao Feng: "The doctor's instructions are written on it, let Miss Azhu drink the medicine on time, rest more, and recover after half a month, if there is nothing else, I will leave first." ”

Qiao Feng hurriedly said: "I'll send Mr. Chen." ”

Duan Yu, who had been acting as a passer-by in the background, heard this, and hurriedly said, "Brother Qiao, you take care of Miss Azhu, I'll send Mr. Chen." ”

Seeing this, Qiao Feng had no choice but to give up and arched his hand: "Mr. Chen, go slowly, forgive Qiao Feng for not being able to send it far." ”

Chen Hengzhi waved his hand: "Okay, you can get busy, it's just a false courtesy." ”

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Listening to the perfume pavilion is the name of a courtyard, it is located in the west of Wuxi City, on the side of Taihu Lake, in the swallow dock under the Xuan Tomb Mountain, is Azhu's residence, although she is the maid of the Murong family, but she has a higher status than the usual subordinates, and has a separate residence.

Walking in the corridor of this fine house, Chen Hengzhi suddenly asked, "Duan Shizi has any doubts?" ”

Duan Yu was asked what was on his mind, scratched his head embarrassedly, and said in a low voice: "Sir's eyes are like torches, Duan Yu has been thinking about what Mr. Fang Cai said, and he is so puzzled, I especially want to ask Mr. for some advice." ”

Chen Hengzhi stopped, stood with his hands in his hands, looked at the Taihu Lake in the distance, and said with a light smile: "You have already guessed, haven't you?" ”

When Duan Yu heard this, he stumbled under his feet, and said in disbelief: "Could it be ......?"

Chen Hengzhi replied with a look you understand.

Duan Yu was stunned in place, his face overflowing with uncontrollable sadness, he never expected that he would like one, your sister; I like another one, your sister; If you like one more, it's still your sister!

He muttered to himself, "God, why did you do this to me, what did I do wrong?" What am I going to do? ”

Chen Hengzhi on the side said leisurely: "Duan Shizi, you don't know how to be blessed in the blessing, with your identity as the son of Dali, it can be said that you are naturally much higher than most people in the world at the beginning.

In this world, except for a few people, who can compare to your conditions?

A manly man, born in the world and grown up in the world, should do something to make contributions in order to leave a name in history, rather than indulging in women's sex and lingering in the rouge pile and unable to extricate himself.

You enjoy the rights of the prince of Dali, and you also have the obligation to think about the thousands of people in Dali, how to make the country prosperous and strong, and the people live and work in peace and contentment, is what you should consider.

This is both your obligation and your responsibility.

Think about it! ”

Chen Hengzhi also felt it, as for whether Duan Yu listened to it or not, it was up to him to make his own choice.

After finishing speaking, seeing that Duan Yu was immersed in thought, Chen Hengzhi quietly left and returned to his temporary residence in this world.

This is a small courtyard with two entrances, located in the east of Wuxi City, and the neighbors all know that this young offspring who has just moved over for more than three months is a storyteller, and treats people kindly, except for telling stories in Songhe Tower, he is shrinking at home, and he doesn't know what he is doing.

Chen Hengzhi walked all the way from the end of the alley, and greeted the neighbors from time to time: "Xiao Chen is back!" "Xiao Chen is going to talk about books again!"

He replied from time to time, without stopping, to a door at the end of the alley, took out the key in his pocket, clicked, opened the brass lock on the deadbolt, and stepped inside.

Close the gate and walk out into the yard.

As far as the eye can see, the house covers an area of hundreds of square meters, with a courtyard in front of it, a cobblestone path that extends to the front hall, a meadow on both sides of the courtyard, a pavilion on the left, and a large grape trellis on the right.

Chen Hengzhi walked to the stone table under the small pavilion, sat on the stone bench, poured a cup of tea, drank it all, and then picked up the books on the table and carefully checked them from beginning to end.

On the book cover, the four big characters of "Xiao Li Flying Knife" loomed.

It has been more than three months since I came to this world, and I have told stories in the Songhe Tower, from the beginning of "Xiao Li Flying Knife", "Lu Xiaofeng", to the later "Peerless Shuangjiao", I have talked about three books.

As for the story told to Qiao Feng that day, it was just a temporary idea, and it was impossible to count, and during this period, the audience also went from three or three at the beginning to an endless stream later.

It can be said that the profession of storyteller, which only emerged in the late Qing Dynasty, was born more than 800 years ahead of Chen Hengzhi.

With the word of mouth of the merchants, the commentaries he said spread to the north and south of the river, and many businessmen with lively minds found him and said that his books could be published and distributed.

Chen Hengzhi was moved when he heard this, it seems that most of the traversers like to be copyists, and they regard this method as the first pot of gold to start a business.

Without him, the cost is low, there is no risk, the profit is high, and the reputation is really the only magic weapon for the compatriots of the traverser.

Chen Hengzhi chose a pleasing one among the bookstore shopkeepers who came to the door, and negotiated a book publishing contract with him, and now the "Xiao Li Flying Knife" in his hand is the sample book he just received, and after he checks that it is correct, he can notify the bureau and start large-scale printing and sales.