Tian Buzi, who had finished talking to the base in the green paint district, walked down from the second floor, and he found that Zhao Yiyi, who had just talked to him, was a little nervous, and repeatedly told him not to do things in Tianjin, and repeatedly assured that the executive committee would put pressure on Li Hongzhang. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

This can't blame Zhao Yi for being too sensitive, Tian Buzi accepted the task of going to Tianjin to find excitement and fun, and before leaving, he made so many spy equipment that killed people and sold goods, who could not worry about this thing doing things in Tianjin. With a SIG/MPX compact submachine gun and a briefcase to camouflage the submachine gun, the former professional killer could have taken the killer into a place with strict security measures in this era and made a big deal.

However, Tian Buzi readily agreed to Zhao Yiyi's request not to do things for the time being, but this does not mean that he suddenly lost interest in doing things, but because now he has more interesting things to do.

For a pure-blooded Chinese, what could be more interesting than meeting the hero himself who appeared on the screen as a child? Anyway, for Tian Buzi, there is no more, and now it is for him to assassinate Li Hongzhang, he thinks that it is no more interesting than going downstairs to tease Huo Yuanjia.

"Mrs. Zun's condition is stable for the time being, and when the effect of her anesthetic is over, you have to pay attention to when she farts, and you can give her something liquid." Tian Buzi said to Huo Yuanjia, who was waiting at the top of the stairs.

"Huo Mou's wife in this generation thanked Dr. Tian for saving her life, I don't know how much this consultation fee should be charged, the doctor gave an accurate number, and Huo Mou can also raise it." Huo Yuanjia is a downright person, although he knows that this diagnosis is expensive, he has no intention of evading.

"Mr. Huo just showed a few hands outside the door, he must also be a martial arts practitioner, right?" Tian Buzi is asking knowingly, others may not know where Huo Yuanjia came from, you are a Chinese man who has traveled from the 21st century, what kind of garlic are you pretending to be here.

"The divine doctor has good eyesight, Huo Mou did practice some family heirloom fists and feet with his father." Huo Yuanjia said modestly.

"Oh, it turned out to be a martial arts family, no wonder Mr. Huo is so skilled, just now he put down those red-headed Ah San. I don't know where Mr. is now? Tian Buzi looked like he didn't know the details, and asked pretending to knock on the side.

"Earlier, I followed my father to travel between Tianjin and Guanwai, but now the Japanese have cut off the traffic outside Guanwai, and this trade has also stopped. Huo had no choice but to chop some firewood outside the city and send it into the city to exchange for some silver taels. Huo Yuanjia looked embarrassed when he said this, afraid that he would be embarrassed because of his shyness.

"Oh, this is, how many people's livelihoods have been cut off by this Japanese invasion of China. I came from Liaodong across the sea, and I know the situation there best. It's just that Mr. Huo can support his family by chopping wood every day? This is not Tian Buzi's doing, he really doesn't know that the "No. 1 in Jinmen" in the future will have this kind of down-and-out experience.

"Don't hide it from the divine doctor, Huo is a person who practices martial arts, but he has a lot of strength, and every time others pick up firewood into the city, there are only 100 catties, and I can pick 300 catties at a time. If you sell it in the morning when the price is good, you can barely make ends meet. Huo Yuanjia said.

I wipe, I know that you Huo Daxia is born with divine power, but I never thought that you would use this divine power like this, pick up 300 catties of firewood from outside the city every day to sell it in the city, you are really a tyrannical thing, what are you doing with this divine power, but you have to pick up firewood? If I blow this situation in the cafeteria of the green paint district, those rough embryos will not be able to blow up, and "Jinmen No. 1" will also have a time of despair, Tian Buzi thought to himself.

"Mr. Huo, I'm afraid that Mrs. Zun's body will be in bed with me for a few days, so you can stay here and take care of her. Now the wound has just been sutured and is not suitable for moving. In addition, it is better to prevent wound infection or to be hospitalized in a clinic for observation. Tian Buzi told Huo Yuanjia about his wife's future treatment plan.

As a person who practices martial arts, Huo Yuanjia is well aware of the sinister nature of this kind of deep organ wounds. He has seen many people who can't escape the catastrophe of suppuration of their wounds even if they stop bleeding. Presumably, this is what the doctor Tian Shen called to prevent infection.

"Mr. Huo, I'm curious, how did you know about my clinic?" Tian Buzi wasn't as worried about Huo Yuanjia's improper way as Ma San, he was really curious. After all, this clinic has only been open for a short time, and it is not famous at all, at least among the Chinese people.

Huo took his inner body to see several famous doctors in Tianjin, but they didn't get better. It is said that this intestinal carbuncle is difficult to treat, and it only depends on the destiny of heaven. On that day, I met a scholar from Yanshan who was copying prescriptions with a famous doctor, and instructed me to go to the British Concession to find a foreigner's doctor, saying that it might save the life of the insider. It's just that this foreigner doctor only recognizes silver, how can there be any clever and benevolent people. However, in the end, a foreign monk who could speak Tianjin dialect instructed me to come to your clinic for help, which allowed the insider to pick up a life. Huo Yuanjia said.

"Oh, a fallen scholar? Do you know what his surname is? Tian Buzi was very curious about this scholar, and the Chinese people of this era regarded Western technology as demons and monsters. It was strange to him that there was a scholar who had received a traditional Confucian education who had an attitude of approval of Western medicine.

"Of course Huo remembers the name of this engong, he is from Yanshan, Hebei, and his name is Zhang Xichun." Huo Yuanjia returned to the road.

Uh, I'll just say that I will meet a lot of interesting people and things in Tianjin, this is not just a hero, this will meet a big man in the field of Chinese medicine, Tian Buzi thought.

Tian Buzi was born in a medical family, of course, he is no stranger to this Zhang Xichun, and his father's bookcase still has one of his books, "Medical Hearts and Western Records". It can be said that Zhang Xichun was the first batch of Chinese people to look at Western medicine with an attitude of learning and research, and his book also created a discipline set up in many Chinese medicine universities in China in the future - clinical medicine of integrated Chinese and Western medicine.

"Oh, I see. I'm going to meet this Mr. Zhang another day. "Tian Buzi was completely immersed in the pleasure of meeting with various historical cows, and forgot about the things that caused trouble for Nakado-sama for a while.

"Doctor Tian, I don't know how much the insider's consultation fee should charge, please ask the doctor to show me, and Huo can raise it." Huo Yuanjia is an upright boy, Tian Buzi has never asked for money, but he is not very comfortable in his heart.

"The consumables and postoperative medication for this operation are very expensive, after all, they are all airlifted from the Great Song Dynasty across the ocean, and this price is afraid that it is difficult for you to afford it by selling firewood now." Tian Buzi also told the truth, think about the ransom of those Japanese Chinese officers who were rescued by crossing the crowd before, it was silver according to weight, and one of these Zhao finally received less.

Hearing Tian Buzi's words, Huo Yuanjia's face was even more ugly, it was true that his income from selling firewood was really not much, and the only savings he had were all given to the famous doctors in front of him. If he had money, he would not have been denied treatment by the foreign doctors in the British Concession.

"That's it, you see that my clinic is still lacking a door, you can be a doorman for me for a year, and the right to pay off the consultation fee." Tian Buzi said.

Kind? I'm afraid this is the most capable door in history, hehe, let the rough embryos in the green paint area die of envy, Tian Buzi said in his heart.