The inner house of the Manor of Med, in the Governor's Mansion of Mednan.

Dmitry Shangwu, who had been convulsing on the bed, was lying on his back with his face up, and Mr. Mo Xu inserted a chopstick into his mouth, pried open his teeth, and poured the medicinal soup into it.

Strange to say, in less than a bag of cigarettes, Dmitry Sanwu ceased to convulse, quieted down, but was very tired, looked at the people beside the bed, closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Mr. Mo Xu felt incredible, the medicine of the little brother of the Alayan Sect was too magical, and he couldn't help but admire it in his heart.

Chief Mednan, who was standing on the side, his face was still cloudy just now, but now it became clear, and he thanked Mr. Mo again and again.

Med's mother, who was still crying and wiping her tears just now, broke into tears and laughed, and also said good fortune to Mr. Mosu.

Mr. Mo Xu remembered the words of Alayanzong and said: "Don't be too happy too early, don't see that the second son is so quiet at this time, and he will have an attack at night, maybe it will be more serious." Be prepared, but don't worry, tomorrow will be better. ”

Mednan's face turned from sunny to cloudy, and then cloudy.

Suddenly the Celestial Man cried again, "Ouch, isn't that kid suffering from sin?"

And Mednan is more concerned about whether Medshangwu can get better completely.

Mr. Mo Xu added: "One dose of medicine a day, the disease will be cured after 15 days of recurrence.

Dmitry Shangwu's mother was even more crying.

Mednan was tired of hearing this, "What are you crying about, he is not dead yet! He also suffered by himself, and he did too much evil on weekdays, so it can be regarded as some punishment for him. ”

Mr. Mo saw that Dmitry Shangwu was sleeping peacefully, so he took his leave.

When he returned to the pharmacy, he saw that the room was full of people, and there was an endless stream of doctors.

One by one, they lined up, waiting for Alayanzong to diagnose the pulse.

Alayanzong was sitting at the desk and writing books, and the prescriptions were passed to the counter, and the two guys went to grab the medicine and weigh it, and they were very busy.

Mr. Mo Xu took a closer look, and most of the patients who came to consult him had seen him in the past, but they were not well-treated, and some of them were still stubborn diseases for many years.

Even the root of the old disease with crooked neck, slanted eyes, and trembling hands came to diagnose and treat.

What made Mr. Mo Xu feel strange was that when he came back, those patients did not come to him for consultation, but just waited for the Alayan Sect, saying that they were looking for a little divine doctor.

When Mr. Mo Xu came back, the man shouted to Mr. Mo to help quickly, but they were too busy.

Mr. Mo Xu didn't help the guy to grab the medicine, but just watched Alayanzong take the pulse, ask questions, prescribe medicine, and occasionally put on a few injections of moxibustion.

For more than 20 years of practicing medicine, the pharmacy has never been so prosperous, and the patients in this half day have almost supported him for half a month. If he were to go on like this, wouldn't he be going to make a fortune?

Mr. Mo Xu went from being puzzled and jealous at the beginning, but later he became happy, so he also helped his guy to grab medicine.

For three hours, the Alayan Sect had hardly rested and was busy there. Seeing that it was not too early, he said, "If you haven't finished reading it today, you'll come back tomorrow." ”

The patients and their families were reluctant to leave the pharmacy.

Hearing that the Alayanzong said that he would come over tomorrow, Mr. Mo Xu walked out of the counter, gave a deep bow to the Alayanzong, and said:

"Mr. Allah, you are really a god, and my pharmacy can barely maintain itself on weekdays, chatting to get by. Today, my husband is in the clinic, but the business is booming, I thank him again, and my husband will come tomorrow, I am even more grateful. I just don't know how long my husband will be able to stay here?"

Alayanzong returned the salute and smiled: "Mr. Mo Xu is polite, I don't know how long I can stay, it may be ten days and a half months, or it may be longer." But as long as I'm here, I'll be here for a day. ”

Hearing this, Mr. Mo Xu was even more grateful and wanted to take two silver rewards.

Alayanzong waved his hand and refused, saying: "I just want to relieve the suffering of the people, and there may be places where Mr. needs help in the future, and I hope that Mr. will lend a hand." ”

Mr. Mo Xu nodded again and again, "That's nature, I will definitely help." I will first record my husband's remuneration in my account, and he can come and get it at any time. ”

Alayanzong said: "There is really no urgency in this matter of remuneration. I have one more thing to tell my husband, if the people from Dread Manor come to invite him tonight, you must refuse to go. ”

Mr. Mo was taken aback when he heard this, "Mr. is saying that the second son must have a seizure at night, and if he can't stand it, he will call a doctor?"

"Yes, you have to refuse, just say that you will pour medicinal soup into him tomorrow and during the day. If they want to forcibly take you away, you must not give him any medicine, otherwise the second son will be in danger of his life. ”

When Mr. Mo heard this, a cold sweat broke out on his head, and he muttered in his heart, and hurriedly promised in his mouth.

Regardless of what Mr. Mo thought of him, Alayanzong returned to the small courtyard of the Ha Yu family.

Allah Xiaoer had already boiled the porridge, and the peach of Ula had also fried the medicinal soup, and the three of them went to the South Street to give soup and medicine together.

The three of them did sleep soundly this night, but the Namet Manor blew up.

To be precise, it is the two elders of Mednan, and Mednanjiu, who have not slept all night after being tossed by Med's martial arts.

Dmitry Sanwu woke up at dinner, drank some porridge, and he could not sleep any longer, and began to convulse and howl again, tore the sheets, threw pillows, and scratched the bedding, and did not stop for a moment. After that, he sweated profusely until he was exhausted, but despite this, he continued to have convulsions.

With Mr. Mo Xu's advice in advance, Mo Xu Nanchang was prepared in his heart, and he was still able to endure this torment. But Mrs. Named was already crying like a tearful person, and she had to send someone to ask for Mr. Mosh.

Despite her cries and insistence, Captain Mednan sent someone to invite Mr. Mosh.

When Mr. Mo Xu saw that the manor had really sent someone to invite him, he admired the Alayanzong even more, not only with superb medical skills, but also like a god.

Don't make a fuss, don't go to Dread Manor.

After Mr. Mo Xu checked the pulse of Dmitry Shangwu, he found that there was not much change. For his current illness, in fact, Mr. Mo Xu had nothing to do, remembered the advice of the Alayan Sect, and insisted on not using medicine.

The problem is that Mr. Mo Xu does not rescue him, and Chief Mednan and the others will not let him go back at all. Mr. Mo had to say, "If you give him medicine, he will die." ”

This made Chief Mednan and others dispel the idea of giving Medshangwu medicine.

However, the night was very difficult, and no one closed their eyes.

When the light of day brightened, Medsang stopped tossing, and Mr. Mo Xu went back to the pharmacy to catch up on sleep.

When the three of them delivered porridge to the homeless people on Nanjie and saw the patients, when Alayanzong rushed to the pharmacy again, the pharmacy was already full of people, and Mr. Mo Xu had not yet gotten up.