Nancheng Street, Hongren Medical Center.

A stick of incense was gone, a medicine boy who was out of breath fell to the threshold with a "bang", foaming at the mouth, rolling his eyes and shouting: "Oh no! No! Mr. Wu, they, they're here!"

In the past two days, the silver needle Wu, who has been disease-free to see, except for drinking tea and drinking until the sound of tinkling water when walking, is sitting in front of the window and waiting, and has long been moldy, hearing the medicine boy hurriedly running, he thought that the blood draining hall had taken off the head of the little beast, and he was so excited that he got up and was about to ask, but before the words came out, he became drenched in cold sweat:

"Y-What did you say?!"

The medicine boy gasped desperately on the threshold: "Mr. Wu, they are here!"

"Who are they, and why are they?"

"It's the people of Nancheng Street!"

As for why, the medicine boy didn't answer, and Lang Zhong, who fled in the house like a mouse killed by a cat in the nest, had already answered everything with actions.

The most reason in the world to kill him Yinzhen Wu, and the people who have the least reason for him to oppose are the people of Nancheng Street.

Since he opened the medical hall, he directly or indirectly does not know how many people he has killed, and how many silver taels he has greedily eaten, according to the laws of Hongguo, even if a hundred of him is not enough to kill, but with the relationship with the Zhou government, as well as the dots of all parties, he has gone smoothly, and the old god is there.

He thought that one day he would die because of the struggle for power, and he also thought about being sacrificed by the big guys, but he never thought that he would be beaten to death by the untouchables.

For a while, the things that he had scorned about the people killing officials and setting fires, and slaughtering local heroes and powerful, came to his heart one by one, like the cold ice of the midwinter wax moon, which made his heart colder and colder.

"How so, how can it be?" muttered to Silverneedle Wu.

Although he was extremely reluctant to admit it, and he was extremely angry and disdainful in his heart, he knew very well that if he really faced this group of untouchables, he would definitely die a scumbag.

Suddenly, it seemed that he had heard the shouts of the people to kill, and his steps involuntarily retreated.

Yinzhen Wu didn't hesitate any longer, he turned around and rushed to the back hall, leaving in a posture that ordinary people couldn't imagine, and then found the soft and valuable things at a very fast speed, and made a bag, a total of only a few dozen breaths, and had fled away from the back door.

......

It is also Nancheng Street, the intersection of the street, a peaceful place.

The scenery is the same as yesterday, the old willow trees lazily stretch their waists in the sun, pedestrians stop and stop, watch around, the vendors take out their food boxes, find a random place to rest and start eating, a few spring swallows flutter and chirp, fly through a few green silk silks, and disappear into the eaves rafters.

No one knew that the girl's impulsive three-street anger had frightened the Hongren Medical Center to disperse, and Yinzhen Wu left with resentment and hatred.

The spring breeze that gradually stripped off the residual cold began to blow the fragrance of flowers and the song of cicadas.

Qian Yi finished watching a few patients, and Naruo on the side had already taken out the food box.

The girl didn't lower her head like before, her face returned to normal, she looked at Qianyi with a smile and handed over the food box.

After a morning, most of Qianyi's injuries have healed, and his soul has recovered a little, although he is still stretched thin for battle, but hot meals or something are okay, and when he receives it, the heat slowly rises from the food box.

Naruo's eyes fell on Qianyi's face, she bit her lip, and still asked, "Qianyi, were you okay yesterday?"

Qian Yizheng mixed the meals from the two food boxes and told the girl that she didn't need to cook for herself in the future, but the girl obviously didn't listen.

The details of the matter must not be told to Nairuo, and Qian is not sophisticated, but he is not a fool, it is about the seventh-level floating slaughter, and he will never say much if he can not disclose it.

Looking at Nairuo's concerned appearance, Qian Yi only said: "Fighting with people, I'm injured." ”

"Huh?" Naro was startled, "Is the injury serious?"

Qianyi shook his head, if he can come and see a doctor, it is naturally not a big deal.

Naruo also found that her reaction seemed to be too excited, and she unconsciously lowered her head quietly.

Qian also handed the hot meal to Naruo, and at the same time looked lazy for a few moments, Ben was still a little worried that there would be a man-dog battle before eating, but the little white dog was unusual, still lying on the willow branch and sleeping, without the slightest intention of grabbing food.

A little surprised in his heart, Qian Yi thought that Lazy had finally found out in his conscience, knowing that he was injured and needed nutrition, and when he was relieved, the little white dog suddenly stood up from the branch and looked up at a certain part of the street.

Qian Yi followed his lazy gaze, and on the sparsely populated street, a few shadows stood out, and the first person was Yu Shengyan, who came to thank him yesterday.

The woman did not drive a chariot, and there was no Zhou Dagongzi beside her, only two maids.

Qianyi's eyes fell on the food box in the woman's hand, her expression changed, and she was about to get up, but after all, she was injured, and the strength had not yet been transmitted from her feet to her body, and the laziness had turned into a white light and flew away.

Yu Shengyan saw Qianyi, who was smiling like a flower, demure and dignified.

Yesterday, she asked the maid to send food to Qianyi, thinking that she would be praised by Qianyi, but the maid came back and told her that the meal was eaten by a dog.

It's not a dirty word, it's really being eaten by a dog.

The maid said that before she could react, the little white dog had pounced and taken the food. Yu Shengyan listened to the grinding of Xiaohu's teeth, and decided in his heart that Qian Yi did it on purpose, in order not to owe himself favors.

But is she so annoying? After a long time, Yu Shengyan finally decided to deliver food to Qianyi herself, and she wanted to see how the boy made a dog take away the food box.

Then, she saw - a white light quickly enlarged in her eyes, and before she could lose her face, the white light had disappeared from her eyes, and then her hands were empty, and when she looked again, her hard-earned meal had been pressed over the table by a little white dog, and the street was "ruined".

A maid jumped up anxiously, pointed at the lazy and said, "Miss, that's it! That's it! It was the puppy who grabbed the food yesterday!"

Needless to say, with such an embarrassing meeting, plus Qianyi's words are like gold, the woman glanced at Qianyi hatefully, turned around and left, and the two maids also had a face full of "I don't know how to lift", and left with a cold snort.

Qianyi looked at the laziness who was eating on the side, and shook his head, not knowing whether he was happy or worried.

......

There were not many patients in the afternoon, and with the old man's words in the morning, for two whole hours, Qianyi saw more than a dozen people.

Naruo finished selling the vegetables in the car, cleaned up, and was about to leave, Qianyi looked at the sky, thinking of making the old man wait for a long time yesterday, and also got up to say goodbye, preparing to go to Qinxiang River to play chess.

At this moment, the sky suddenly darkened, a dark cloud obscured the sunset, and a strong wind surged from Nancheng Street.

The wind is not cold, and it still carries the warmth of spring, but when it falls on the body, it can't help but feel a piercing feeling.