Didi—

After work time, the car comes and goes.

Along the way, there are quite a lot of pedestrians, occupying the road in front of the shops on both sides.

But Zhao Zhong walked among them, and with his strong figure, he looked like a tiger, which attracted the attention of many passers-by, and he exclaimed in his heart that this police officer was tall and majestic.

Even the petty thieves among the passers-by, when they saw Zhao Zhong walking on the street like a patrol, after looking down at his "sensitive" figure, he was afraid that he would not be able to escape from the pursuit of this police officer, and he did not dare to make trouble nearby, and then hid far away, for fear of touching the bad head of this police officer who was not easy to mess with at first glance.

"This police officer should be new here, we haven't seen any of them, so it's best not to get into his hands."

The thief took a few accomplices through the crowd, and after glancing at Zhao Zhong's unfamiliar appearance, he walked through an alley and shifted the location of the crime.

In this way, Zhao Zhong walked through the streets and alleys, and he didn't encounter any trivial or petty theft along the way.

Except for the envious gaze of the occasional passer-by, Zhao Zhong didn't care when he saw it, but he walked freely, anyway, he was born to let everyone see it.

"I heard a passer-by just say that a hundred and ten meters further on, turning this street, there is a place dedicated to selling traditional Chinese medicine. It's past six o'clock, and in an hour, I'm going to be back sooner and have a dinner."

Zhao Zhong thought in his heart, sped up, took steps, came to a street corner, and walked into this not too bustling alley.

This alley, about a kilometer away from the police station, is only a corner away from the bustling shopping street.

It's just that when Zhao Zhong walked in, it was like walking into another world. Dozens of meters apart in the alley, you can see the electric poles standing separately, full of small advertisements. Pasted and pasted, stacked several layers.

On both sides of the alley, there are stalls selling some snacks.

Cool skin rice noodles, sugar gourd moon cakes, you name it.

"Boss, hurry up, I've been waiting for a long time.." After the passers-by on the bustling street came here, they were also taking out their wallets, or finding a clean stool and table, sitting on their buttocks, wiping the table, urging themselves to order cold rice noodles, spicy hot, and xiaolongbao.

"Right now, it's doing .." However, when these shopkeepers saw a police officer coming from outside the alley, they stopped moving, thinking that they were going to check the hygiene. Prepare to put away your stall and run away.

However, after Zhao Zhong walked all the way and didn't say anything to them, gradually, these hawkers also settled down, and then started their own business, and the atmosphere relaxed all of a sudden.

"Officer, do you want a bowl of cold skin?"

When a vendor saw Zhao Zhong passing by his stall, he pretended to be bold and said hello with a smile, but his heart was full of nervousness, afraid that the police officer would lose his face.

"No, I just ate it. The boss is busy with you. ”

But when Zhao Zhong heard it, he smiled and waved his hand, signaling the shopkeeper to be busy first.

After all, a small advantage can be taken, and it is not taken advantage of like this. In this alley, a bowl of cold skin is only three yuan, which is two or three times lower than the price outside.

He eats a meal that is simple. But people have to sell a few more bowls to earn back this capital.

"It's hard to make money, it's not easy to do anything."

After Zhao Zhong glanced at the nearby vendors, he sighed secretly, did not stop, and asked a vendor about the place that sold traditional Chinese medicine, and then walked into the alley.

This walk, another three or four hundred meters away.

The alley turned and turned, nine bends and eighteen turns. Under the guidance of pedestrians along the way, Zhao Zhongcai came to the gate of a compound that looked like a residential building, and next to it, there was a clinic on a small street at the entrance of the courtyard.

The old house is not large, and it looks like it is only sixty or seventy square meters from the outside.

'Yakudo' is the sign that hangs on this clinic.

The eye-catching two big characters, in the form of ancient style, are engraved on the signboard.

When Zhao Zhong saw it, he went up the steps, lifted the curtain, and walked to the clinic.

In the eye, there is a row of Chinese medicine cabinets on the wall, horizontal and vertical, with more than 100 grids, exuding a fragrance of herbs, bitter.

On the right, there are two hospital beds with bottle holders for drips.

On the left, there is an old man holding a brush, writing, copying something from a medical book.

At this time, the old man seemed to hear that a guest came to his clinic, raised his somewhat old face, and smiled at Zhao Zhongyi: "I am old, and I can't remember the properties of many medicines, so I can only copy them a few times a day to consolidate my memory and save the wrong medicine for the patient."

Between the old man's words, his voice was rich, and he was not at all as old and frail as he said. On the contrary, his eyes were clear and his face was ruddy. If it weren't for his old face, white hair and beard, he would have looked like he was in his forties and in the prime of life.

"Old man, you are in such good health. How can you say that the body is not good? Zhao Zhong sighed in admiration when he saw the old man's face, took two steps forward, and when he walked to a chair next to the old man, he was not polite and sat down directly.

"Peace of mind, nourishment of the heart, and nourishment of the body. As long as the mood fluctuations are reduced on weekdays, the body functions are reduced and the metabolism is slow, and the natural life span is 100 years. ”

The old man put down his pen and ink, and after looking at Zhao Zhong for a while, he then smiled and said, "This police officer, you are full of expression and your eyes are level." There was no wind chill, and there was no disease. I don't know if this time I came to find medicine for someone, or if there was something else? ”

The old man said, curious, not knowing whether the officer came to his clinic to look for medicine for someone or if he was going to find trouble for himself.

After all, this old man's medical skills are brilliant, and through the word "hope", you can see that Zhao Zhong has something else to do, not as simple as seeing a doctor.

But it's not simple, it's not simple, he can't be as mysterious as the miracle doctor in urban novels, after looking at Zhao Zhong, looking at his face, he can not only see that Zhao Zhong is looking for him today, but also show that the eight generations of people's ancestors are out.

In that case, it is not to see a doctor, but to pinch your fingers to tell fortunes.

And Zhao Zhong, after he heard the old man's inquiry, he gestured to the action of boxing, "Old man, I came here to prepare a prescription, which can be used to polish the body, and it is best to see immediate results and results within half a year." ”

I don't know if the task behind is easy or difficult.

What Zhao Zhong can rely on now is not only the firearms to be equipped with in the future, but also his extraordinary physical fitness.

Of course, he is more concerned about his physical fitness. In his mind, firearms are just foreign objects, too illusory, and they don't have the power of fists and feet.

"Polishing the body? Is it the ointment formula that those warriors applied to their bodies? ”

But after the old man heard Zhao Zhong's words that he wanted immediate results, he lifted his beard and shook his head, "Those prescriptions are available, but the effect is not as effective as the police officer said. ”

As he spoke, he walked over to the side of the herb cabinet and took out a prescription from the bottom drawer.

"Traditional Chinese medicine is a health preservation, and the medicinal properties are mild. Whether it is polishing the body or curing diseases, it is all gradual, and there is no overnight solution. ”

The old man pointed to the hospital bed next to him, and some Western medicine furnishings, "Otherwise, I wouldn't have opened a shop for Chinese medicine, and I would have to organize some Western medicine things..." After all, if I didn't have these immediate Western medicines to treat the residents in the hospital, I guess I wouldn't even be able to pay the rent."