In the last month, Zuo Zuo was first driven by Qi Feng to familiarize himself with different symptoms of different cases. After half a month, Zuozuo lost weight again, his mind was full of knowledge, and he was about to explode, and he had to rely on Ning Shen Dan to sleep for two hours every day, and then he had to continue to race against his physical strength the next day.

In the last half month, Zuo Zuo, who has been racing against time, is going to consult this time, which is similar to the doctor's internship in the mortal world.

At this time, she was no longer suitable to stay in the pharmacy, but went out to the market, went to the refugee area, and faced real cases. Even though she knew that it was the way to grow seedlings. If she has time, she should stay in the pharmacy hall for another seven or eight years, and then go out to practice medicine, the medicine will be more solid and the effect will be better.

But now there is no time, she doesn't have the kung fu to stay in the second level to experience all this.

*****

The refugee area is very large, and it is understood that these are monks who have come in from the outside world for thousands of years, and after entering, they were seriously injured and could not get through the customs and were trapped here. There are still some people who have not been injured, but they are also unable to get out and are stranded here.

One of the old men had been here for more than a hundred years, and because there was no foundation, his appearance was as old as that of the old man outside.

"Girl, thank you for helping me heal my leg injury so that I can live comfortably for a few more years."

Left left to pack up the tools, while asking: "Uncle, do you regret coming in?" Can't go out and see the outside world anymore, willingly? “

The old man shook his head: "Don't regret it, cultivation is a process of retreating if you don't advance, like a fish swimming backwards... And how do you know that this is a mirror, and the outside world is not a mirror? I'm alive, so I'm here, aren't I? ”

He said it very idealistically, naturally, and not half reluctantly.

People who have lived in this small world all their lives, this is their world, and the outside is a small world...... Zuozuo nodded and said goodbye to him.

....

This time it was a woman who had suffered from internal injuries for more than 30 years, and was at the lowest level in the small world, and had a hard time.

She didn't have much of a problem, but the internal injuries were not well adjusted, and they were getting worse and worse over time.

The woman stared at the pill for a long time, her hands trembled all the time, and she suddenly cried: "It's been thirty years, I have begged this pill for thirty years.... If it weren't for the internal injuries that hadn't healed, I would have worked hard to clear the level.... My family is still waiting for me outside, thirty years, and even if I try harder, it will take a long time to get out.... Woo woo woo~~ Everything is dust, dust is back.... It can't be there. ”

"Aunt He, what's wrong?" An abrupt male voice sounded from outside the door, and then a middle-aged man entered, limping on one leg.

The woman, that is, Aunt He, was teary-eyed: "Zhang Gong, I got the Guiling Pill, but I.... Woo woo, it's too late! Halfway through speaking, she hid her face and cried bitterly, things are wrong, and she has thousands of helplessness to vent.

Zhang Gong didn't have so much sentimentality, he excitedly checked the Guiling Pill in her hand... It's true, then he looked at Zuo Zuo gratefully, folded his hands and said, "Pharmacist, thank you!" ”

Zuo Zuo can see that these two are lovers. Sending the Buddha to the west, Zuozuo looked at Zhang Gong's lame leg, and said strangely: "Your wound is just a simple external injury, if you have spiritual power, it can be easily repaired, have you ever been to the pharmacy for treatment?" It's a lot of money, but it's worth it. ”

Zhang Gong glanced at Aunt He with a smile and did not speak. Nor did he have to speak, his doting eyes had already expressed everything.

If he is cured, will he stay?

If he is cured, will she feel inferior?

He didn't want to give himself the possibility of hesitation, nor did he give her the possibility of inferiority.

Everything has its own arrangement from heaven, and happiness may be just around the corner.

Zuozuo helped Zhang Gong treat the wound with herbal medicine and left satisfied.