"Hey, I met the two stuffy gourds." The man muttered a sentence in his mouth, looked at Han Jun and asked, "Lift the clothes on your right leg and show me." ”

Han Jun was stunned: "How do you know that my right leg is injured." ”

It stands to reason that the door of the Hanging Pot Hall has not been touched since the two of them entered the Hanging Pot Hall, and this Lang Zhong is later, so it is impossible to know that Han Jun has an injury on his leg.

"Cut, because of that!" The man looked like he was ignoring the answer, and pointed to the plaque of "Hanging Pot Hall" at the door.

Wei Zhuang asked, "What do you call Mr.?" ”

"Mr. can't afford it, it's just an ordinary sitting in the hall, the contemptible surname is Fan, the name is Xinglin, you can call me Doctor Fan, or you can call Lao Fan directly, whatever you want."

"Mr. Fan can tell at a glance that my friend has a leg injury, and his medical skills are really good."

"Don't call me sir." Fan Xinglin muttered in a low voice helplessly, then turned his head and asked Han Jun, "How did you hurt?" ”

Han Jun's face turned a little red again, he was ashamed, the first-class master was kicked by a horse, if this matter was spread to the imperial capital, there would be no way to mess around, especially after Xu Shiyou knew about it, he would definitely give him a scolding.

But now the doctor can't help but cooperate when he asks, so he can only lower his head and be slightly embarrassed, and say, "Yes, it was ...... Horse, kicked. ”

"What, kicked by a horse?" Fan Xinglin howled in his voice, and everyone in the room heard it.

Han Jun's face turned white, and he was about to be annoyed when he slapped the table, Wei Zhuang couldn't help laughing and hurriedly grabbed him.

This Fan Xinglin, who talks about cross talk alive, always has a sense of amusement.

"Don't get excited, I'm wondering if you can still stand up after being kicked by a horse." Fan Xinglin pointed to his legs, "Come, pick up your clothes and let me take a look." ”

Han Jun snorted angrily, but he still obediently pulled his clothes up.

Fan Xinglin looked at it and immediately frowned: "Why are you still wearing plaster?" ”

"Oh, I had a friend who knew how to heal, and she helped us with some emergency measures, and she also gave us this medicine."

Fan Xinglin squinted his eyes and walked out of the counter, squatting down beside Han Jun's legs, looking left and right.

"Your friend also helped with the reset?"

"The reset was done under the verbal guidance of that friend."

"Your friend's verbal instruction?" Fan Xinglin asked Wei Zhuang, "Have you studied medicine before?" ”

"Nope." Wei Zhuang replied truthfully.

Fan Xinglin's brows tightened: "Strange thing, really strange thing, there are only two possibilities for this situation." ”

"What?"

"The first possibility is that you are a good seedling for studying medicine and are talented, so you can successfully reset it the first time. The second possibility is that your friend is extremely skilled, at least above me, so she can verbally guide you through the reduction. ”

Fan Xinglin suddenly leaned his nose over as he spoke, and Han Jun was so frightened that he hurriedly retracted his legs and hid back: "What are you doing!" ”

"Well, this one tastes good, and it's really a good medicine." Fan Xinglin sniffed the residual smell of medicine, and his expression was a little intoxicated, "How many more plasters do you have?" ”

"There's only one sticker left." Wei Zhuang asked, "What, does Mr. Fan want it?" ”

Fan Xinglin sneered: "This is someone else's formula, I'm not interested." In this way, I will also prepare a few plasters for you, and after you finish using your friend's medicine, you will use mine, and put one pair on it every day before going to bed, and change it when you wake up in the morning, first for ten days, and then come back after ten days. ”

"Thank you, sir."

Fan Xinglin waved his hand: "There's nothing to thank, one medicine and two taels of silver." ”

"What, two-two!" Han Jun exclaimed in astonishment, after a period of folk travel, he had established a normal concept of prices, and even the purchasing power of two taels of silver was still very high.

"If it's too expensive, you can change it, I still have a penny here." Saying that, Fan Xinglin stretched out his hand to his back and stabbed it, and tore off a plaster, which was black and emitted an unpleasant smell.

Wei Zhuang was so close that he almost didn't catch his breath, coughed twice and turned his face.

Good guy, he still wondered why the smell of this pharmacy was so big, it turned out to be from Fan Xinglin's body.

"Let's come to two taels, the expensive medicine is also good." Wei Zhuang hurriedly replied.

Fan Xinglin smiled, put the plaster back on, and turned around to go to the back room.

At this time, there was a sudden noise outside the door, which was particularly abrupt and noisy.

"Where's the doctor, is the doctor there?" A thin figure popped in from outside the door and began shouting as soon as he entered.

"Don't shout, I'm not here." Fan Xinglin turned around helplessly, and began to mumble in a low voice again: "Why are there all strange patients today." ”

The thin man stood crookedly, squinting at Fan Xinglin and shouting, "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and dispense some medicine for our young master!" ”

"Got it." Fan Xinglin agreed impatiently, turned around and said as he walked, "Wait until I finish the last patient." ”

"What, there's another one?" The thin man slapped the table, "No, you have to match our young master first!" ”

"Your young master didn't come again, how do I know what medicine to dispense."

"Hey, you stinky Jianghu Langzhong, why do you talk so much nonsense, let me tell you, our young master will be here in a while, you just stand here and wait honestly, otherwise don't blame me for being unkind!"

"Inexplicable...... Fan Xinglin shook his head and ignored him, and continued to walk forward.

The thin man was in a hurry, and chased after him with an angry face.

"Dog minion, in the dead man, you still dare to throw my face, Lao Tzu will beat you half to death today, and then tear down your plaque to let you know what Huwei City's surname is!"

Before Fan Xinglin could get in front of him, his tiny arm was firmly grasped by Han Jun.

He struggled a few times but found that there was a feeling of manpower moving the mountain, "Bastard, what are you going to do, don't let go of Lao Tzu!" ”

Han Jun stared at him with a pair of dark eyes, and a murderous aura erupted.

In just an instant, the skinny man's legs went limp, and he said, "Bastard...... You dare to touch a single hair of my hair...... My young master will definitely make your life worse than death! ”

"Ahh As soon as the man finished speaking, he suddenly let out a miserable scream, and it turned out that Han Jun had increased the strength in his hand.

"Childe, what should I do?" Han Jun asked Wei Zhuang.

Wei Zhuang didn't have the heart to conflict with this kind of minion, so he waved his hand casually and said, "Throw it out for him." ”

As soon as the words fell, the thin man flew out of the door like a piece of garbage, startling passers-by on the street, and everyone dodged away.

The skinny man rolled on the ground several times in a row before stopping, screaming and cursing while crying and cursing.

"Oh, you're waiting!"

"My young master will definitely break your legs!"

"When the time comes, make buns from your legs and feed them to the dogs!"

"I won't let your ...... go"