It's a pity that Chen Zhiwen has never married in his life, and he has no heirs under his knees, and only his only son Li Qingping, who was left by his old friend Li Moyuan, so he accepted him as his righteous son and regarded it as his own.

Li Qingping, who is now in his early twenties, although he was born in a college and grew up in the company of pen, ink, paper and inkstone, he is not interested in poetry, lyrics and songs, but is extremely keen on business.

There are even rumors in the city that the largest gambling stall and the most prosperous Qinglou in the south of the city were planned and operated by Li Qingping behind the scenes.

In addition, this person is also a righteous and squandering money, likes to make friends, and many gangs in the city are called brothers and sisters, and it can be said that he is one of the most powerful people in this thousand cave city!

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Early this morning, Ma Lao and Shen Daoling had just arrived at the door of the pharmacy and were stopped by Chen Zhiwen, who had been waiting for a long time.

It turned out that Chen Zhiwen got the news from nowhere, and knew the true identities of Ma and Lao, and immediately decided that no matter what, he must invite the two to the academy as lecturers, so as to expand the scale and influence of the Mowen Academy.

Ma Lao and Shen Daoling fled all the way from the Great Song Kingdom to the Jin Kingdom, which was really a helpless move, but they still thought about the Jiangshan Sheji and the people of the Great Song Kingdom, how could they agree to him Chen Zhiwen to be a lecturer in the academy of the Jin Kingdom?

And if this matter is known to those scholars in the Great Song Dynasty, the gossip is enough to pierce the backbone of the two!

The superficial truth of people's words, how can they not understand the experience of the two people?

Therefore, no matter what conditions he Chen Zhiwen offered, the two would categorically not agree to his request.

After some useless lobbying, Chen Zhiwen also understood that it was impossible for him to take the two of them under his command, so he sighed and could only regret it.

But after all, he is also a scholar, although he failed to achieve his goal, he still admires the knowledge and heart of Ma Lao and the two very much, so he warmly invited the two to the academy as guests to taste tea and discuss.

Ma Lao and the two couldn't shirk it, so they could only go to Mowen Academy with Chen Zhiwen, which could be regarded as returning the face of Mowen Academy.

After coming out of the Mowen Academy, the two walked along the bluestone road for a while.

Seeing that the Mowen Academy behind him was getting farther and farther away, Shen Daoling put his hands on his cuffs and stopped, turned his head sideways and asked Ma Lao with a serious expression: "Ma Lao, how did this Chen Zhiwen know the details of you and me, and what is his purpose?"

Ma Lao paused when he heard this, holding his cane in both hands, looked in the direction of the academy, and then looked at Shen Daoling, and dropped a sentence in a meaningful tone: "This person is not simple!"

The silver-haired old man put one hand on his slightly stiff back, and the other hand was on crutches, and walked back slowly.

Shen Daoling stroked his beard, bowed his head slightly, and agreed with Ma Lao's statement in his heart.

But after thinking about it, he was relieved a lot, after all, he had fallen from a second-grade scholar to a cloth cloth in the country of the Northern Barbarians, so what was there to worry about? No matter how unfathomable he Chen Zhiwen was, could he compare to the fourth prince of the Great Song Kingdom?

In the small medicine shop in the cramped place, the young Ye Feng was pounding herbs while healing the wounds on his stomach.

The true qi bred by the Xiao Jing Mind Technique was running rapidly in Ye Feng's body, and the knife wounds in his body were already healed, but the wounds on the flesh had not yet healed, and there was still a trace of blood oozing out.

Shen Ting, a girl dressed in white, was still standing at the counter with the tip of a brush and tapping the ledger in front of her, frowning slightly, not knowing what she was thinking.

Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere in the room was indescribably strange.

After a long time, Ye Feng finally couldn't stand this strange atmosphere a little, and planned to say something to break the embarrassment.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the wooden door of the pharmacy was suddenly pushed open with a "squeak", and Ma Lao, who was on crutches, and Shen Daoling, who was dressed in sackcloth, walked in together.

Ye Feng couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw this, and said secretly: Thank God, you guys are finally back!

Ma Lao's cloudy eyes sparkled as he looked at the two young men and girls in the room, and a smile of relief appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Ma Lao coughed twice and cleared his throat, sat on the wooden chair beside him, with his hands on crutches, looked at Ye Feng with some meaning, and said, "Xiao Ye Feng, you said that there are no patients in our house, why is there such a big bloody gas?"

Ye Feng was stunned when he heard this, and said secretly in his heart: This Ma Lao obviously doesn't know the slightest martial arts, how can his nose be so sensitive? Could it be that the Ma Lao in front of him is a Xuanzhao Realm immortal who has hidden his breath?

Ma Lao seemed to see what Ye Feng was thinking, he smiled, waved his hand and said: "Hey, don't guess, old man, I really don't know the slightest martial arts, but this nose is different from ordinary people's sensitivity, especially the taste of human blood." ”

Ma Lao raised his hand and nodded his nose.

The young man Ye Feng looked at Ma Lao who was full of kindness, he didn't dare to hide anything, he straightened out his thoughts, and the young man walked up to Ma Lao and told him about today's events.

After listening to Ye Feng's narration, the other three people in the room didn't speak for a long time, I don't know whether they were lamented by Shuigen Niang's life or angry at Sui San's absurd behavior.

"All living beings, all living beings~"

After a moment of silence, Ma Lao sighed abruptly, stood up and walked slowly towards the door, thinking that he was going to the small teahouse next to the pharmacy to listen to a book.

Although Shen Daoling was very disdainful of what Sui Sanjo had done, after all, he was a former member of the Second Rank of the Great Song Dynasty, and his mind quickly calmed down, he glanced at Ye Feng, who was still deep in thought, and turned his head to Shen Ting and asked:

"Ting'er, when I came in, I saw that you had been staring at the patient's record, but what strange patients have been in the city lately?"

Hearing this, Shen Ting picked up the booklet on the counter and handed it to Shen Daoling, frowning and explaining:

"Dad, I carefully checked the recent patient records today, and found that many people in the city have the same disease recently, from the point of view of the symptoms, this disease should be a kind of typhoid fever, all of them are fever and weakness, and they cough more than after nightfall, but this typhoid fever is very strange, the patients have obviously taken medicine but are not good, this morning there is a strong young man coughing up blood, I want to prescribe some other medicine for him, but he seems to be reluctant to spend money, and refuses to buy other medicines, saying that it is good to be taken by one.....

The girl's beautiful face was a little worried that could not be concealed, because she had an inexplicable premonition in her heart, and she felt that these people who came to see the disease were only afraid of ordinary typhoid fever, but an evil disease that she had never seen before.

If that's really the case, I'm afraid that this Thousand Cave City will be in chaos!

After listening to his daughter's narration, Shen Daoling raised his hand to take the booklet, frowned and flipped through it a few times, pondered for a moment, and said to himself: "To this day, there are more than 200 people suffering from typhoid fever in this Thousand Cave City, and this disease is not so simple..."

Ye Feng on the side quickly retracted his thoughts when he heard this, and stopped thinking nonsense.

The young man walked to Shen Daoling's side and looked sideways at the patient record, his brows furrowing more and more.

Just when the three people in the room were staring at the booklet, the wooden door of the pharmacy was suddenly slammed open, and two panicked figures rushed in.

"Miss Shen, Miss Shen, help me take a look at Shuigen, what's wrong with him!"

It was none other than Mizugen Niang and Sui Sanjo.

Sui Sanjo, who had already broken one palm, was holding the skinny water root in his arms, but at this time, the water root was no longer as lively and agile as before, and he was lying in his father's arms dying, and there was still a piece of undried blood on his chest.

Shen Ting, who was in white, was the first to react, she quickly ran out of the counter and came to Sui Sanjo's side, and while taking Shuigen, she frowned at the man and asked, "Shuigen, what's wrong?"

Shen Ting hugged Shuigen and quickly walked into the consultation room in the back room of the pharmacy.

Sui Sanjo followed behind Shen Ting and was just about to explain, when he suddenly felt a cold and piercing chill coming from behind him, he turned his head to look, and saw Ye Feng behind him looking at him with frost in his eyes.

"Gollum~"

Sui Sanjo swallowed his saliva, looked at Ye Feng in a daze, and didn't dare to move.

Ye Feng pointed to the bloodstain on Shui Gen's chest that had been placed on the diagnosis bed by Shen Ting, turned his head to Sui Santiao and asked softly, "What did you do?"

The young man's voice was very soft, and his tone did not carry a trace of emotion, but his thin body was like a piece of thousand-year-old ice constantly exuding cold air outward, and the temperature in the room instantly cooled, and even Shen Daoling and Shen Ting couldn't help but shiver.

"I... I..."

Sui Sanjo looked at his son who was unconscious, and then at Ye Feng, stammering and unable to say a word.

Faced with this crazy boy who can break one of his palms in the blink of an eye, Lai Pi Sui Sanjo, who is addicted to gambling, is really afraid.

"Xiao Langzhong~"

Shuigen Niang walked to Ye Feng's side, gently pulled down the sleeve of the young man, and carefully explained:

"Xiao Langzhong, it's not what you think! That's the case, Shuigen had typhoid fever a few days ago, and he coughed up a lot of blood every night, and even coughed up blood the night before yesterday, after you left today, I roasted a corn for him, and he coughed non-stop while eating, and then he vomited out a mouthful of blood and fainted. ”

Seeing that Ye Feng's eyes gradually eased, the woman loosened the sleeves of the young man's clothes, and she hurriedly entered the consultation room, looking at her son with distressed eyes.

Knowing that the matter had nothing to do with Sui Sanjo, Ye Feng glanced at Sui Sanjo lightly after reining in his murderous aura, stopped talking, and also set his eyes on Shuigen, who was as angry as a gossamer.

Sui Sanjo breathed a long sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and had a far-fetched smile on his face, but he still didn't dare to breathe.

In the consultation room, Shen Ting, who was dressed in white, was busy pinching Shuigen and checking her pulse for a long time, and fine beads of sweat gradually oozed from her forehead, but she didn't see any reaction from Shuigen.

The young man tossed for a while, sighed a little dejectedly, glanced sideways at Shen Daoling behind him, and reluctantly got up and retreated to the side.

Shen Daoling folded his sleeves and sat on the wooden bench, raised his hand to put it on the Shuigen Vein Gate, and stroked his beard with the other hand, his face was also as heavy as water.