The question fell, and a young man with a thin body and a pale face poked his head in.

Ding Cun patted the dust on his clothes, and said with a smile: "Lang Zhong is here, are you here to see the disease?" ”

The young man hurriedly waved his hand: "I'm not here to see a disease, I'm here to sell medicine." ”

Behind the counter, Song Shuwan heard the word selling medicine, and felt a little strange in her heart: "What medicine do you want to sell?" ”

The young man smiled shyly, took out a bottle about the length of his middle finger from his body, and said with a smile: "I am here to sell magic medicine, this medicine has an excellent effect on wind and cold, just such a bottle, it can make people recover as before." ”

As soon as these words came out, there was an instant silence in the Cunshan Hall.

After a while, Song Shuwan raised her eyebrows: "What are you made of this magic medicine?" ”

"This, I can't tell you, but I can guarantee that the magic medicine is extremely effective against the current wind and cold in the capital, as long as you buy it, it will be able to attract many patients in a few days."

Song Shuwan took the potion, looked at it carefully, and then pulled out the cork on it and sniffed it, the smell of this magic medicine was very fragrant, so fragrant that she couldn't smell the medicine at all.

She glanced at the young man opposite and asked, "Who have you sold this magic medicine to?" ”

The young man clasped his hands, and the smile on his face was still shy: "There are many people who buy it, I can't remember the specifics, but the medical hall on the left hand side of the door, at the end of the road, has already been bought." ”

"Really?"

Song Shuwan's eyes rolled slightly, and she put the cork back: "Why should I believe what you said?" ”

The young man hurriedly caught the medicine bottle: "You can be suspicious, but you can try it, if a patient comes in the afternoon, you can directly give him this bottle of magic medicine, and you will be able to see the results at that time." ”

Song Shuwan raised her chin slightly, her scrutinizing gaze swept over the young man's face, and she became calm again: "I won't buy your medicine, you can go." ”

The young man was stunned: "Go?" Why? There was such a good ......."

Before he finished speaking, he was grabbed by the collar by Ding Cun.

Ding Cun's hand was strong, and he dragged him out directly: "If you don't buy it, you won't buy it, where did you get so much nonsense, hurry up and get out of me!" ”

He threw the person to the ground, and before leaving, he did not forget to warn: "This is the last time, if you dare to come again, I will break your legs, what kind of miracle medicine, if there is really such a powerful thing, what else do you want Lang Zhong to do?" ”

Ding Cun scolded and left, and the young man got up from the ground in embarrassment, and the cowardice in his expression disappeared instantly, replaced by annoyance and resentment.

Dare to do this to him, wait, he must give this Cunshantang a good look!

The young man clenched the medicine bottle in his hand and left with a heart full of anger.

On the other side, Ding Cun returned to the medical hall: "Princess Shizi, the people have been driven away, don't care, it's just a liar." ”

Song Shuwan smiled slightly, and handed Ding Cun the booklet that recorded the symptoms in the morning: "Take a closer look, if there is anything you don't understand, come to me." ”

The flamboyance on Ding Cun's face suddenly disappeared, and he took the booklet dejectedly, and left step by step, looking very pitiful.

In the afternoon, the new medicinal materials were delivered, and Ding Cun checked that there was no problem and accepted them, and when he turned around, he muttered: "It's strange, why didn't there be any patients in the afternoon?" ”

Song Shuwan put down the brush, put the newly written recipe on the side, and said, "Xu has seen almost everything in the morning, so there will be no patients in the afternoon." ”

Ding Cun scratched his head: "What the princess said is reasonable, Song Ren, come and carry the illness with me." ”

Song Shuwan watched Ding Cun and Song Ren leave, her eyebrows wrinkled unconsciously, she said it naturally, but she didn't think so in her heart.

No matter how many Chinese medicine halls there are in Beijing, it is impossible to treat all the patients, and the Cunshan Hall is so empty, there must be a problem.

Somehow, Song Shuwan suddenly remembered the young man who came at noon: "Baicao, you go to the medical hall at the end to take a look, see what's going on over there?" ”

"Yes."

Baicao saluted and left, turned around after a stick of incense, and his face was full of shock: "Princess Shizi, that medical hall is selling a kind of medicine, according to the patient at the door, that medicine is very powerful, just drink a bottle of wind and cold." ”

Song Shuwan's fingers tightened slightly: "Is it the magic medicine that the young man said at noon?" ”

Baicao bowed: "It should be." ”

Song Shuwan frowned, there is no medicine in this world that will cure you after drinking it, and that young man's words are false.

She was thinking about it when two people suddenly appeared at the door, one standing and one sitting, it was Pei Huan and Dark One.

Pei Huan asked, "Why is the medical hall so quiet?" ”

Song Shuwan said lightly: "There are no patients coming to the door, so it is naturally quiet, but it is the son of the world, how can I think of Cunshantang today?" ”

Pei Huan pointed to his knee: "Most of the injuries on my body are healed, I'll take a look to see if I can take a medicinal bath." ”

It was for this.

Song Shuwan squatted down and pressed several acupuncture points on Pei Huan's legs, her movements were very light, but Pei Huan almost didn't hold back her expression in pain: "What are you doing?" ”

Song Shuwan raised her eyes: "Shizi's legs, the feeling of pain is becoming more and more obvious. ”

Pei Huan grabbed the armrests on both sides of the wheelchair, and before she could speak, Song Shuwan pressed another acupuncture point.

This time, Pei Huan's whole person curled up, if it wasn't for Song Shuwan blocking him in front, he could have fallen to the ground.

"Dark one, help the prince sit down."

Song Shuwan instructed in a light tone, and when Pei Huan sat down, she asked Ding Cun to send a golden needle: "I can take a medicinal bath tonight." ”

Pei Huan's head was bowed, his face was tense, and the whole person was in a state of imminent explosion.

Soon, after Song Shuwan finished administering the needle, she saw a woman come in and asked, "Do you have any magic medicine for sale here?" ”

Song Shuwan frowned slightly, and replied, "There is no magic medicine for sale here." ”

The woman's face changed instantly: "The entire medical hall in the capital is selling miracle medicine, why don't you have it here?" ”

Song Shuwan tilted her head slightly: "I'm really sorry, there is no magic medicine in Cunshantang, if you want to buy it, go out and go left......"

She pointed the woman in the right direction, and when she saw her leave, she withdrew her gaze.

Pei Huan asked, "What is a miracle medicine?" ”

Song Shuwan paused and explained to Pei Huan: "I don't believe that there is a medicine in this world that can eradicate the disease once. ”

Pei Huan smiled: "Coincidentally, I don't believe it either." ”

In the evening, Song Shuwan prepared the prescription for Pei Huan's medicinal bath, and went to sleep, and was woken up in a daze in the middle of the night, and found that it was Pei Huan.

"Shizi, is there something wrong?"

Pei Huan's face was bright and dark in the candlelight, and his tone was slightly solemn: "Come with me." ”

Song Shuwan frowned, put on her robe and left with Pei Huan.

Half an hour later, a carriage stopped in the alley, followed by a wheelchair.

Song Shuwan got out of the carriage and looked around, not recognizing where the surroundings were, so she listened to Pei Huan's urging: "Hurry up." ”

Song Shu took away her thoughts and followed in three steps and two steps.

Soon, she saw a man with his eyes closed and covered in blood, and he was wearing a skit, the most common of which type.

Song Shuwan just stood by the bed for a moment, and the smell of blood on the man's body aggravated.

"Shizi, who is he?"