At the end of the day, after cleaning up the backyard and practicing cross-legged for a while, Qu Sheng opened the door of the medical hall.

If Qu Sheng's cultivation speed is one now, this speed will reach thirty when he runs Qingyun Duel.

But Qu Sheng really didn't want to use the exercises like this, in case he encountered a ground-level exercise in the future, he would not die!

Qu Sheng has already decided, and when he reaches the Qi Gathering Realm, he will use the exercises in his hands, and when the time comes, he will lose, which can only mean that he has no chance with the high-level exercises.

Outside the medical hall, there are familiar pedestrians, as well as familiar stalls, plus a few family members of patients who came to grab medicine.

"Little Divine Doctor, why don't you see Divine Doctor Qu today?"

"You don't have good news, Doctor Qu went out yesterday, and now only Doctor Qu is left......"

Listening to these words, Qu Sheng's face froze.

I feel like I've been left behind again......

Although...... Indeed it is.

"Don't worry, you should have a prescription, just grab the medicine and find me."

A few people were welcomed in, a few medicinal herbs were wrapped in front of the prescription, and the precautions for decoction were explained, and the medical hall was quiet again.

Qu Sheng was lying on Qu Li's favorite rocking chair, and in front of him was the bald elderberry.

The most common thing Qu Li does on weekdays is to lie here and watch the elderflower.

Qu Sheng closed his eyes and cultivated.

"Are you bothered!"

A middle-aged man's voice came from the door, listening to the footsteps, it was the two of them, walking towards the inside of the medical hall.

Qu Sheng frowned and turned over.

Dare to be noisy in the hospital, what quality? That is, there are no patients, if there is, what happens to them?

At the door, a middle-aged man in a cloth shirt tied into a dumpling was carried by a man with white hair and tattered clothes with a flat pole, scolding and scolding; Although the white-haired man's clothes were tattered, he even had several sets of clothes, and he was not too hot, and he even covered half of his face with a cloth.

Where had Qu Sheng seen this battle, he was stunned for a while, and asked:

"Patient?"

The white-haired man looked at the man in cloth and nodded.

"I see, let him go."

Qu Sheng cleared a table and motioned for the white-haired man to put the person on it.

White-haired man: "Hmm. ”

Man in cloth: "I'll you @#¥%......&*%¥#的病人啊!" You stink#¥%......, Lao Tzu said that Lao Tzu is not sick, you * ......"

Qu Sheng: "......"

Rabies?

Barking so fiercely?

Qu Sheng flipped through the cabinet and pulled out a pack of silver needles, directly stunned the cloth-clothed man with a needle, and then reached out to feel the pulse of the cloth-clothed man.

"Smack!"

"Whew!"

Qu Sheng screamed, quickly withdrew his hand, and looked at the white-haired man holding the flat pole, with a confused expression, and the end of the pole was still trembling slightly.

The white-haired man shook his head.

"No...... Not ......"

？？？

I'm Qu Sheng, and I'm very confused right now.

What am I doing wrong?

Why are you hitting me?

Qu Sheng tries to communicate.

"Don't give it a cure?"

The white-haired man shook his head.

"Don't want to be cured?"

The white-haired man shook his head again.

"Incurable?"

The white-haired man continued to shake his head.

"Then why are you beating me?"

"No, no...... Not ......"

It's still me, Qu Sheng, and I have a lot of headaches right now.

There's a stutter here, and I can't say anything alive or dead.

"No...... Can't touch it! ”

Qu Sheng: "Why? ”

White-haired man: "He's ...... He...... He ......"

Qu Sheng took out a pen and paper and handed them to the white-haired man.

Come on, you write.

You don't need to say it, write.

The white-haired man shook his hand and continued to play steadily.

Qu Sheng: (@益@#)!!

You've got enough!

White-haired man: "I'm ...... Nor can it be ......."

"Can't touch it either?"

"Yes, yes, yes...... Right! ”

Qu Sheng put the paper and pen on the other table, then took three steps back, stretched out his hand, and made a gesture of please.

Okay, I won't touch it, you come.

Then Qu Sheng looked at the white-haired man with an expression of almost vomiting blood, and spent two minutes writing down the word "poison" in a crooked way.

Qu Sheng looked at someone on the table: ......

Is rabies considered a virus?

Then he looked at the white-haired man again.

This guy, good ...... Bad luck.

"So how can I help him? Without touching him. ”

Qu Sheng specially accentuated the pronunciation of the three words without touching him.

The white-haired man shrugged.

Meaning: I don't say it.

Qu Sheng closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

God, I'd rather go to the college entrance examination!

Two hours later~

Qu Sheng, who was transferred to the room, carefully finished reading the white-haired man's intestinal masterpiece.

The details are as follows:

The man in white is named Gao Shan, a six-fold one-stage cultivator, due to the mutation of the imperial spirit, there will be toxic substances generated during cultivation, and the toxin suddenly explodes during cultivation, and it just so happens that the man in cloth is helpful and puts himself in it.

Qu Sheng: Words are really ugly...... Also, there are a lot of loopholes......

"Why are you coming to me? Six times you have to be careful of poisoning, can he still jump? What the hell is going on with you? ”

After speaking, Qu Sheng went out to solve physiological problems.

When Gao Shan is done, he doesn't have to eat lunch.

Sit in the afternoon and enjoy the latest information.

Familiar intestinal bias:

1. There are not many people in Ji'an City, there are only four medical halls that don't have to worry about large-scale poisoning, and you are the only one who knows spiritual power.

Second, I don't say either, I was in a daze when I broke out last time, and I woke up and died.

3. I can't remember.

I'm Qu Sheng, and now I'm panicking.

There's an old poison that can poison a whole village, and let me crack the poison that I won't dare to try.

The question is, what should I do?

Netizen 1: I said that I can't do anything, please ask Gao Ming. (This line is crossed out)

Qu Sheng took out an elderflower and threw it to Gao Shan in a box.

"You go find a guy named Qu Li, he's better than me."

Gao Shan's face changed, he didn't say anything, and carried the cloth-clothed man on the road with a flat pole.

sent away the mountains, and Qu Sheng ushered in an even more outrageous pair.

A one-meter-three, baby-fat novice (that is, a little monk) dragged a Taoist priest in his thirties, thin with only bones left, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth, like a disciple running away to clean the Taoist temple and dismantling the Taoist heartbreak into a laughing conscience.

"Donor, the poor monk's friend fainted for some reason and needed a place to rest, so he came to disturb."

Qu Sheng: Hehe.

"If you want to stay in a hotel, turn left at the door for half a mile, and then turn left, and there is a flag at the door."

Shami didn't seem to expect Qu Sheng to answer like this, so he paused for a moment, nodded his head in thanks, and said:

"The poor monk's friend doesn't know when he will wake up, and I don't know if I can put him here?"

Qu Sheng: "Okay, okay, there are still empty rooms anyway." ”

Shami: "In this case, the poor monk retired ......"

Qu Sheng: ?

Isn't this your friend?

Won't you stay and take care of him?

Seeing the small figure disappear around the corner quickly, Qu Sheng sighed, helped the Taoist priest up, probed his pulse, opened his eyelids to look at the pupils, and scolded secretly.

The fancy point of this symptom is that three souls have lost one soul.

To put it bluntly, you are in a vegetative state!

I said, "How can a novice run so fast?" Still friends? It's all a conspiracy!

What the hell did I do wrong!