The sky was bright, the morning sun was slightly cold, and they broke into the room before everyone else, Wu Zhenleng and Liu Chengyin and others looked at Mr. Sick Mei one after another, only Zhao Chenghuang was impatient, and asked, I said Old Sick Mei, what have you done to these ordinary people? It seems that people are noisy and rushed here, and they are definitely not talking about the wind and snow with you, it seems that they want to pick your skin!

Mr. Sick Mei didn't answer, only to see him raise his hands slightly, palms to his chest, as if holding something in his palms, and suddenly his hands pushed towards the twenty-four sweat green buildings, Wu Zhen saw clearly, it turned out to be a dense and impermeable net woven by words, and the warp and weft silk threads were connected by words, and the twenty-four sweat green buildings were tightly wrapped.

The moment it was wrapped, the tall and majestic Khan Qing Building, the low and rugged Khan Qing Building, were all gone. Wu Zhen suddenly understood something.

So he asked Mr. Sick Mei, if it weren't for Mr. Wai Mei, no one would be able to see the Khan Qing Building, and no one would have the ability to enter the Khan Qing Building?

Mr. Sick Mei still didn't answer, just nodded, but met the people who broke into the courtyard gate and were about to enter the house, so everyone retreated outside the house and set up a formation.

It turned out that there were about 50 people who surrounded Fusheng Alley and asked for Mr. Sick Mei to settle accounts, and as soon as they came, they crowded this small courtyard. Some people even kicked the persimmon tree several times in succession, knocking down the few broken persimmons remaining on the persimmon tree.

Wu Zhen saw that this group of people was not coming well, so he whispered to Zhao Chenghuang Leng Chunqiu Xiaolong Prince, first understand the situation, and then make plans, if you do it, you must protect Fan Yumei first. Don't use any magic to deal with these mortals.

This group of people has both sturdy men in their forties and half-old in their thirties, each with a guy in their hands, some with sticks, some with shovels and steel forks, with horizontal eyebrows, as if they are going to tear Mr. Sick Mei apart.

Just listen to the 40-year-old man who is the leader, don't rush first, everyone is reasonable, the first priority is to make the reason clear, Mr. Sick Mei is unreasonable, we are cleaning him up, it really can't work, call the police, lock him up, and sentence him. sentenced him, and he had to compensate us for our losses first, a man said.

Just listen to the man at the head of the man, sir, I'm Lao Zheng, remember?

Mr. Sick Mei said, remember, you came to me early in the morning, what's the urgency?

It's urgent, 100,000 urgent. The crowd shouted again.

Lao Zheng looked back at everyone and said, I said or did you say it? Everyone lowered their voices, and only a few people whispered quietly.

A bearded man said, you say, we listen to you.

Lao Zheng Dao, some time ago, my wife suffered from a disease, did you show it to you, sir?

Be. Mr. Sick Mei replied calmly.

I didn't expect this disease to be an infectious disease, and I introduced other people to come to you for treatment, didn't I?

Be.

All of our relatives have been temporarily relieved after taking the medicine prescribed by my husband, but in the past week, all of them have become seriously ill. I came to you again during this period, what did you say, sir?

I said, continue taking the medicine as I have been told.

Yes, everyone answered again.

But last night, it almost killed them.

Mr. Sick Mei's face changed drastically and asked, what's wrong?

The dream is chaotic, and it is already more gas in and less gas in and out. And one more strange thing, we all had the same dream.

What kind of dream?, Mr. Sick Mei hurriedly asked. I wondered why this disease was related to dreams.

In the dream, there was a bewitching woman, who called herself Huang Ying Niangniang, saying that as long as she went to Cuiyu Village to worship Huang Ying Niangniang, she could be cured. We all think that this is not an ordinary thing, and abnormality is a demon, so I came to you early in the morning to theorize with Mr. Mei.

Everyone gossiped and said, Mr. Sick Mei, if you don't say anything today, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to leave this courtyard.

The second-hand Taoist lowered his voice and said to Mr. Sick Mei, Old Sick Mei, I haven't heard that you have a medical license, why do you look sick without authorization?

Mr. Sick Mei looked back, also lowered his voice, put his mouth to the ear of the second-hand Taoist, and said, haven't you heard of the above medicine country, what about me, "The Yellow Emperor's Neijing", "Shennong's Materia Medica", "Compendium of Materia Medica", and medicinal properties. So he self-medied and self-examined. At the beginning, it also healed many people, and it spread a small word-of-mouth. I didn't expect that this time the doctor would be treated, and I am afraid that it will be a life, and it is not one. After that, he shook his head and sighed, and said, how can he be worthy of everyone's trust. As he spoke, he put his hands on his chest, and it looked like one of my hands was about to be stained with blood.

The second-hand Taoist squeezed out from the side of Mr. Sick Mei, and said, folks, don't be impatient, I also have a rough pharmacology, you might as well talk about the symptoms, I will look at the prescription again, maybe I can solve this matter.

How can we trust you, you are a friend of the old sick Mei.

Anyway, we can't run.

One way, my wife's eyes are dark, her hair is falling, her breath is bad, and her face is wrinkled overnight;

A Tao, my husband, less angry and more forgetful, dreams are chaotic,

One way, my mother was weak and tired, sweating a lot, and drowning in stool;

One way, my father was thin and worn, and his breath was weak.

More than 50 people who broke into Mr. Mei's house in Fusheng Lane told their family members about their illnesses one by one. Some people cried in a low voice as they spoke, so that they spoke intermittently, which showed that everyone was sick and anxious.

Mr. Sick Mei is also helpless at this time, if his prescription cures someone else's disease, how can others come to the door, I am afraid that he can only come to the door with gifts. It seems that this disease is really not something that a person who is less than half a bottle can look at casually.

Zhao Chenghuang's two big eyes stared, and whoever spoke looked at whomever he wanted, and the second monk was simply confused.

Wu Zhenleng listened quietly and thought about it, hoping that the second-hand Taoist would be able to cure everyone's illness, so that this crisis would pass, and everyone would continue to set off and go to Baitou Mountain to find Mrs. Yuluo and save their parents.

Fan Yumei hid behind everyone, her eyes skimmed over the Five Dragons Dao people, and looked at Wu Zhen.

After a while, everyone finished talking about the disease, and the second-hand Taoist said to Mr. Sick Mei, Old Sick Mei said about your prescription.

Mr. Sick Mei stood in front of everyone, and suddenly felt very lonely, but when the matter came, he still needed to stand up and take responsibility, so he said, your relatives, each of which I personally came to see, and looked at the words and looks, in my opinion, Mr. Sick Mei emphasized and said again, in my opinion, it can be seen that the heart is empty, and he is not very confident in his medical skills.

Mr. Sick Mei said, although your relatives are not a symptom, it is indeed caused by a disease, because the body is embarrassed, the form is too strong, although the kidneys are weak and the heart is hot, the semen is insufficient, the muscles and bones are strained, and the internal causes are greatly lost, so my prescription is:

Five coins of wheat winter, one tael of raw jujube kernels, one tael of cooked ground, three coins of dogwood, five cents of Coptis chinensis, three coins of ginseng, three coins of salvia, three coins of cocoon, five points of cinnamon, and decoction in water.

Second-hand morality, if your loved ones are really sick, this prescription will not cause the symptoms you are talking about. Treating the disease with medicine can also be regarded as the right medicine. But in my opinion, the illness of your relatives is probably not a disease.

The second-hand Taoist turned his head and looked at Wu Zhen Leng Chunqiu, and then turned his head to everyone again, you just mentioned Huang Ying Niangniang, I have a strange thing to tell you. So the second-hand Taoist told them about the green poplars and yellow warblers they met along the way.

After Wu Zhen and Leng Chunqiu finished speaking, they added that what this Daoist brother said was completely true, I am afraid that this disease is not an ordinary disease.

What is that not an ordinary disease? Zhao Chenghuang asked, and everyone's eyes were all on the second-hand Taoist.

Three-corpse nine worm disease.