After a little thought, Lin Zhao found a high-class inn next to him to settle down.

After that, he did not rest in the inn, nor did he eat or drink, but left the inn leisurely, wandered around, and asked the surrounding shops about the situation of Namu Mansion without a trace.

Synthesizing the information obtained, Lin Zhao knew the general situation of Namu Mansion.

Mufu is the home of the eunuchs, in this Tongcheng, it is also famous, the people in the clan are prosperous, and the family style is pure.

This generation of Mufu masters are officials in the capital of Daye Country, with a clear official voice, and three sons and one daughter under their knees.

Originally, being in a high position and having both children should be a happy home, but the problem was the young girl "Mu Binglan".

The middle-aged daughter of the owner of the wooden mansion is very fond of it, but it is a pity that his little daughter Mu Binglan has had a strange disease since she was born, and she is six years old this year.

Fortunately, Xuanming Daojun, who was in the view of wind and incense, had superb medical skills and prescribed a prescription that could delay his pain, so Mufu often invited Xuanming Daojun to come for consultation.

It's just that in just a few years, most of the family wealth accumulated by Mufu for many years has gone and fallen into the hands of that Fengxiangguan.

But the young girl was still not cured, and the family quarreled over the matter.

"Daojun, hehe!"

At this time, the night was gradually close, and Lin Zhao walked on the street, unable to help shaking his head and laughing.

In the middle of the night, the night was dark and the wind was high, Lin Zhao walked out of the inn and flew towards Mufu.

Coming to the sky above the wooden mansion, Lin Zhao released his divine sense, and after scanning a circle, he locked the location of his backyard and lowered his body directly in a courtyard.

The night was pitch black, and Lin Zhao didn't open the door, but directly passed through the wall with the "Earth Escape Technique" and came to a bedroom.

But on the bed in the room, there was a middle-aged dignified woman lying on her side, and a girl was lying beside her, moaning in pain from time to time.

The middle-aged woman should be her mother, as if she heard the moaning of the young girl in a dream, and turned over to wake up.

Lin Zhao popped out a wisp of finger wind, hitting its "sleeping hole", and then silently released a "tranquilizing technique" on it.

After a dozen breaths, the woman's nose snored out.

Lin Zhao came to the bed, waved his sleeves, and the figure of the middle-aged woman rose into the air and went to the inner room of the bed, while the girl changed to the outer room.

Sitting on the bed, Lin Zhao gently held the girl's arm, first carefully checked the pulse, and then injected a trace of mana from the palm of his hand, and swam around his body.

When that trace of mana returned, Lin Zhao felt it, and his face showed a sudden look.

Later, Lin Zhao carefully examined and immediately understood the girl's symptoms.

Somehow, the girl was already asleep, and there was no sign of pain on her cute little face.

It may be that the body has endured pain for many years, and now the pain is gone, and the smile on his face can't help but be extremely quiet.

Lin Zhao smiled slightly when he saw this, waved his big sleeves, everything on the bed returned to its original state, and then turned around and left.

In the bedroom, only the mother and daughter snored one after another, intertwined.

On the morning of the second day, Lin Zhao found a nearby medical center.

He said that he was born in Taoism, and he went down the mountain for the first time to help the world, and wanted to use the noble place of the medical hall to stay for some time to provide free consultation for the surrounding people, and the drugs could be grabbed from the medical hall.

The owner of the medical hall is an old man, with a few apprentices, and there are some thin names around, and the medical hall has been operating tepidly.

At this time, seeing Lin Zhao's bearing, floating out of the dust, like a fairy among the gods, he immediately believed most of his words.

When Lin Zhao came to the clinic to treat several patients who came to the hospital for consultation, the owner of the hospital was immediately shocked by him, and treated Lin Zhao with great respect and treated him like a disciple.

This kind of good thing that can not only start the signboard of the hospital, but also earn the cost of medicine, how can the owner of the hospital be willing to let go. What's more, you can learn some clever medical skills from it, and naturally a hundred people are willing.

Subsequently, he followed Lin Zhao's instructions and pulled up a banner at the entrance of the medical center, with the words "free diagnosis and treatment".

He also sent a disciple to set up a table and chair to answer people's questions on the edge of the medical hall, saying that there is a senior brother of the Taoist Sect who went down the mountain to help the world and asked Yunyun for free consultation.

Gradually, people came to see the doctor, and Lin Zhao always explained the cause and pathology in a short time, prescribed medicine, and then took the medicine in the hospital.

Seven or eight days have passed, Lin Zhao has treated more than 300 patients, all of whom have either improved their condition or eliminated the disease after their diagnosis and treatment.

Under word of mouth, gradually people began to come to the villages and towns outside the city, and the saying that there were immortal masters in Tongcheng spread to all directions.

The owner of the medical hall continued to observe and study on the side, and hired three scholars to help record the details of Lin Zhao's treatment of patients.

He also arranged for people to purchase medicinal materials everywhere, and he was so busy that he was overjoyed.

Lin Zhao didn't pay attention to the various performances of the owner of the medical center, but just carefully diagnosed and treated each patient, and matched the medicine according to the identity and family resources of the other party, and tried to make sure that the other party could afford the medicine.

In Dangbo City, Lin Zhao followed Dr. Li to learn medical skills, and among the various collections of Shenxiao Sect, there was no shortage of medical classics.

Not to mention that Lin Zhao occasionally released a trace of true yuan, checked the cause of the patient, and made almost no mistakes.

And in this process, Lin Zhao felt a lot.

In this worldly world, birth, old age, sickness and death are all up to people. Whether it is a dignitary or an ordinary pawn, it is the same.

And thinking further, the monk is also the same, his fate is still not controlled by his own body, if he does not fade away from the mortal womb, and if he gets rid of cause and effect, how can he be transcended and still spin in the cycle of reincarnation.

Realizing this festival, Lin Zhao suddenly felt that the Lingtai was clear, round and bright, and involuntarily showed joy on his face.

At this moment, in the eyes of the people who came to treat the disease, the little fairy's long eyebrows suddenly seemed to be bright, and he wiped his eyes again, but found that he was dazzled just now.

But the face of the little fairy seemed to become more solemn and dusty.

On the evening of the 10th day, after Lin Zhao had finished treating the patient, he politely refused the banquets of many merchants and eunuchs, and returned to the rest inn.

But he found that a group of people were waiting for him, the leader was an old man, and another person followed closely, looking at his appearance was the one standing on the side of Huang Chong's real car when Lin Zhao entered the city that day.

This person is Mu Cheng, the big housekeeper of Mufu, and in front of him is Mu Bailing, the old lady of Mufu, who came this time to invite Lin Zhao to go to Mufu to treat his granddaughter.

Lin Zhao heard the intention of several people, and he also directly agreed to go, and did not deliberately embarrass or take a pretentious posture.

It's just that it's getting late at this time, and the old lady Mu can't open her mouth to invite, so she agrees to come back early tomorrow morning.

On the morning of the second day, Lin Zhao was sitting at the head of the main hall of Mufu, and was talking softly with Mrs. Mu, when suddenly a housekeeper came over, saying that Mrs. Mu had been waiting in the wing room with the young lady, and asked Daoist Hechen to move there.

"Hechen" is a pseudonym used by Lin Zhao, and when he entered the city before, even the face on his face had changed.

Accompanied by Mrs. Mu and others, Lin Zhao came to the wing.

I saw the middle-aged woman that night, who was holding a little girl with abnormal facial features, the little girl frowned habitually, and her little face showed a quiet indifference that did not match her age.

When the little girl saw Lin Zhao enter the wing, she couldn't help but exude a clear and sweet smile, and it seemed that the room was bright.

The little girl is Mu Binglan, the youngest daughter of the Mu family, and she is also the protagonist of Lin Zhao's day and night exploration of Mu Mansion some time ago.

This kind of performance surprised Mrs. Lin and the others, it turned out that this Mu Binglan had been in poor health since she was born.

Usually from the beginning of the night to the end of the day, Mu Binglan's body will be chilled, touching his body, like ice, especially in the winter of each year, the condition is even worse.

Every time it gets sick, it will make the little girl suffer abnormally, and her whole body, from the inside out, is like a pinprick. Many famous doctors have all kinds of arguments, but they are always not cured.

And as we get older, the onset becomes more and more frequent.

The Xuanming Immortal of Fengxiangguan, although he later provided a pill that could relieve the pain a little, but the cost of the medicine was really expensive.

Moreover, he had to ask Mufu to help him purchase all kinds of expensive medicinal materials and other materials from time to time, and to this day, Mufu has long been unable to afford it.

But every time Mrs. Mu saw her lovely granddaughter in such pain, she couldn't help but go to Fengxiangguan again.

Such a pain since birth made Mu Binglan almost smile from childhood to adulthood, and also developed the habit of being a little cold and afraid of people.

And Mu Binglan saw Lin Zhao at this time, and he greeted him with a smile, which made the relatives around him really surprised to see it.

This kind of situation, Lin Zhao understood it clearly in the conversation with Mrs. Mu just now.

Lin Zhao sighed in his heart when he saw this, and secretly said that this child was indeed destined for him.

From the perspective of numerology, he is the noble person of this child, and he will help him eliminate disasters and overcome misfortunes, and change his own destiny from now on, just like he met his teacher Taixu Zhenren.

Lin Zhao stepped forward and touched Mu Binglan's cute little head, which immediately made the little girl naturally show her admiration.

It was another tedious step such as checking the pulse, Lin Zhao pretended to probe it, and only after a while did he slowly speak:

"The cause of Bing Lan is already known, but its constitution is different from ordinary people, this kind of condition can be said to be a special disease, or it can be said that it is not, with its current condition, I am afraid that it will be ......."

When Mu Binglan's mother next to her heard this, she hurriedly spoke out eagerly: "Immortal Chief, what will happen?"

Seeing that everyone's eyes were staring at him, Lin Zhao was expressionless, and said in a deep voice: "I won't live to be twelve years old!"

Inside, Mu Binglan's mother, Mrs. Mu, the housekeeper Mu Cheng, and a polite young man in his early eighteen or nineteens on the side all looked sluggish and pale when they heard this.

Mu Binglan's mother suddenly lost her strength, and sat down directly on the edge of the bed, as if she was depressed, and her face was lifeless, only tears couldn't stop falling.

And both hands hugged Mu Binglan tightly in his arms, for fear that he would disappear like this.

Mu Binglan was held in her mother's arms, but she had a pair of bright big eyes staring at Lin Zhao, her eyes were red, her pale little face bit her lips, and there was a trace of blood flowing out, but she was strong and didn't let herself make a sound.

Lin Zhao saw his performance and secretly admired.

"Don't worry, don't worry, wait for Poor Dao to finish speaking!" Lin Zhao smiled slightly, his expression relaxed.

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