Under the cold moonlight, Ji Hu watched the three people calmly enter a two-story wooden building before and after, and did not come out for a long time. Knowing that this was the place, he looked around and made sure that there was no one, and then he followed him through the same corridor.

I only felt that this passage was particularly narrow and dark, and if the three of them entered at the same time, Ji Hu could imagine what they would look like: one person must be in front, and two excellent people will carry their burdens one after the other to pass. But the difference is that they can hold candles or lamps, but he can't, so he can only grope his way forward in the dark.

There was a light and shadow around the corner, and Ji Hu walked towards that light, only to feel that his eyes suddenly opened up. Where is this? This is clearly a hall that can accommodate more than 200 people, but there is no table, and there are about 100 people sitting or lying, men, women and children. All eyes were focused on the high platform in front of them, and no one noticed Himehu entering through the corner gate.

Ji Hu quietly disappeared into the crowd and followed everyone's gaze to the stage. I saw that although the plaque of "Fengming Terrace" on the high platform was full of dust, it was still eye-catching. It turns out that this is the famous Fengming Terrace in Hojing! Ji Hu thought to himself, I wonder which celebrity is on stage here today to argue with others?

While thinking like this, he looked at the stage, and when he saw the person on the high platform, he couldn't help but feel a little bit in his heart. I saw a lonely person sitting on the top of the table, which was more than five feet wide, eight feet long, and about two feet high. This person has a dark complexion, but his eyebrows are strong and sharp, and when his eyes flicker, he is hard to hide. He sat there quietly, like a black rock on the top of a high mountain, so lonely and awe-inspiring overlooking all things in the world.

No matter how Ji Hu looked at it, he felt that this person was the man who had just poisoned him, but he didn't dare to be 100% sure. Until I saw the man named Chongli walk up to the stage, say a few words to the man, and then signal everyone to be quiet: "Everyone, my master has started to visit the doctor!" Everyone line up and come up to the stage one by one!"

It was only at this point that Ji Hu could finally determine that the man on the stage was the terrible murderer! But before he could finish sorting out his chaotic thoughts, there was already a commotion around him. The hundreds of people who were still sitting or lying down just now actually stood up in unison, and it turned out that they were lined up. Hearing that some of them had a quarrel because of cutting in line, Ji Hu retreated to the corner of the house very consciously and watched coldly how the two masters and apprentices on the stage acted.

The patients came up to the stage one by one according to the order of the queue, and some of them could not walk were supported or carried by their family members, and the man was not as inquiring as ordinary Langzhong, but only asked a word or two, and occasionally stretched out a finger or two to probe a certain part of the patient's body. Ji Hu looked at it coldly, generally men probed the root of the thigh, and women probed the throat and collarbone. Each patient only spends less than half a burnt incense, and the man will make a judgment.

On the left wall of the stage hangs a piece of brown paper with a steaming pottery bowl. If the man looked at it, the sick and their families would be overjoyed, and they would obediently line up again under the brown paper.

On the other hand, if the man looks at the door, the patient and his family will be full of tears, prostrating and pleading. But the man was unmoved, and said three words coldly: "Next!" Then, whether the patient wants to or not, he will be ousted by Chongli. In the process, Ji Hu clearly heard the patient who was ousted from the stage and pleaded, "Mr. Rongyi, save me!"

It turned out that his name was Rong Yi, Ji Hu scratched his head, he felt that this name was a little familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere------

He was thinking about it, when he suddenly felt that his shoulder was slapped heavily, and he instinctively looked back: it turned out to be Qi Zhong!

"Big ------" Qi Zhong was stupid, and as soon as he opened his mouth, Ji Hu covered his lips and shouted, "What is it called? From now on, you can only call me Childe!"

"Yes, big ------, no, childe!" Qi Zhong raised his sleeves and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead.

Ji Hu asked with concern, "How did you find it?" How's it going over there? Is it all done?"

"Well," Qi Zhong nodded: "The slave went to the city gate to move the rescue soldiers, borrowed a fast horse to go to the Prime Minister's Mansion to see, and saw that Zhao Guogong rushed into the Prime Minister's Mansion with soldiers and horses, and it was expected to be fine." The slave remembered ------ son, so he hurried back, and saw that the whole long street was only brightly lit, so he came in to try his luck.

I don't want to see you, Childe!"

"Knowing that this is Long Street, you're not stupid enough to go home!" Ji Hu suddenly knocked on Qi Zhong's head: "But don't forget, only eunuchs in the palace call themselves slaves, and they are not allowed to call themselves that."

"What should you call yourself a minion------ then?" Qi Zhong was a little confused.

"Call me or a slave."

"Then I'll call myself a slave." Qi Zhong asked, "Childe, what's going on here?" Why are there so many people?"

"Shhhh Don't make any noise!"

When more than thirty people had gathered under the brown paper, Rong Yi finally stood up, and Ji Hu realized that he was tall and long, standing on a lonely platform like a dark iron sword. Chongli understood, clapped his hands, and the crowd immediately quieted down, his eyes full of blazing and hope.

"Upper medicine—" As Chongli shouted, the two excellent people walked out of the corner room with a steaming wooden barrel one after the other, and the hall was suddenly filled with a pungent and strange smell of medicine.

A slight whisper came from Ji Hu's ear: "Look! That's the Youwei Spoon couple, a few days ago, the actor sang in the tea shop, and he fell ill and fainted on the spot, and everyone thought he was going to die. I didn't expect to meet Mr. Rongyi, and I actually picked up a life!"

"Isn't it? He appeared on the long street in the afternoon, and others thought it was his ghost, scaring away half the people of the street. Later, when I inquired, I found out that he was cured by Mr. Rongyi, so why don't you rush to ask for help?"

"Tsk, we've burned high incense, if Mr. can't cure it, we'll have to wait for death!"

Listening to these discussions, Ji Hu was very conflicted in his heart: Could it be that he was mistaken, this Rong Yi is really a miracle doctor who heals diseases and saves people? But just now in the backyard, how to explain those poisoned corpses? The man also said "what kind of society", what kind of organization is it?

was worried, over there, the Youwei Spoon couple had already begun to distribute the medicinal soup with a copper scoop spoon. A man in his thirties got the first spoonful, happily brought the pottery bowl aside, and took a greedy breath of the medicine with his nose downward------

"Be careful, it's poisonous!" Ji Hu didn't think much about it, he rushed up and knocked the pottery bowl to the ground, "Bang-", the pottery bowl shattered, and the medicine splashed everywhere------