Who would have thought that in such weather, there would occasionally be a ray of sunshine, so a special landscape appeared on the street. It happened that two familiar guests came to Wang Laosan's grocery store, and they were amazed at this weather, and they all looked at the sky, and said with an old pedantic look:

"Three nines and a line of sunshine, come to spring warm!"

Another old man with a three-sheep beard said:

"I'm afraid, the flood in the coming year will be another year of great disaster!"

At this moment, on the street where the sun was falling, four fierce-looking men were crowding through the crowd. The first man in front of him was a short beard with a black face, a half-worn black cotton robe, and a broad-leaved butcher's knife hanging from his waist. Behind him was a yellow-faced man, who did not hold a weapon in his hand, but carried a man on his back, who seemed to be dying, and his hands hung behind his back, hanging like the tail of an ox, shaking as the yellow-faced man's body shook. The two men in the back, one left and one right, supported the person lying on the back of the yellow-faced man with their hands, otherwise he would have flipped off the man's back at any time.

Finally, they saw the side of the grocery store, carrying an embroidered flag that had been pale from the sun and rain, and on it was embroidered with two words "medical society" in black thread. When the man who walked in front saw it, his eyes lit up, and he said:

"It's here!" So, he walked in first.

The doctor was a little old, and his rickety body was so thin that he seemed to have a handful of bones left, but his complexion was very ruddy, and his complexion was not bad; when he saw a few men walking in with a dying man on his back, he did not panic, but said casually:

"Put him in a chaise longue!" he said, pointing to a bamboo rocking chair to the right of the door.

So, a few men put down the man on his back and carried him to a rocking chair to lie down. However, the patient was unconscious and always slipped down the chair with his head high and his feet low. Seeing this, the short man with a bag of bulging things behind him stood behind the rocking chair and grabbed the clothes on the patient's shoulders to prevent him from sliding down the rocking chair.

The old doctor didn't care about the expressions of the four fierce-looking men, but just looked at the lifeless patient lying in the rocking chair, and asked some questions before the consultation:

"What's wrong with him?"

At this time, the man who was the first to enter the door with a broad-leaf butcher's knife on his waist was browsing the furnishings of the doctor's house. It was a rectangular shop, and on the left side of the entrance was a rectangular wooden table, on which were arranged some medical scissors and knives, and a burlap pouch with front and back openings. On the wall hangs a self-painted white canvas painting of a person who seems to be a portrait of a doctor referring to his own terrifying form. It's just that the name signed by the person on the portrait below is surprising: the divine doctor Zhang Zhongjing.

Past the rectangular table was a large medicine cabinet, with many small drawers, all of which were marked with the names of the medicines, and there should be thirty or forty names in total. Inside, there is the doctor's living facilities, with a dining table and a few stools, as well as two baskets in which some sun-dried herbs are placed. Obviously, the life of the doctor's family is in good order, and these things are neatly arranged, giving people a sense of neatness. At this moment, the man heard the doctor's question, and hurriedly turned around and replied:

"I was kicked by a horse just now!"

The doctor didn't speak, but looked at the patient in the rocking chair again, and found that he had a bloody wound on his leg, and the flesh inside had been turned out. But the doctor was not surprised, and asked lightly:

"What's going on on his leg?"

"Pierced by an iron spear!" said the man with a broad-leaf butcher's knife at his waist.

At this time, the old doctor casually lifted the patient's left hand, took the pulse for a while, tested the patient's snort with the back of his hand, put his hand into the collar of the patient's coat, touched the position of his heart, and finally shook his head and said:

"It's too late!"

"It's late!" asked the man with the broad-leaf butcher's knife hanging from his waist.

The other three men also looked at the doctor in astonishment, he nodded, and added lightly:

"It's out of breath!"

"Are you going to see a doctor!" said suddenly, the man who was standing behind the rocking chair, pulling the patient's shoulders, shouted angrily. His expression was very fierce, as if he had the urge to beat the doctor up and then hurry up.

"Old five, don't be presumptuous!" The man with the broad-leaf butcher's knife hanging from his waist immediately stopped the other party's irritability with a very stern tone.

But the old doctor was not afraid, nor was he angry, but walked away calmly.

"Is there any way to bring the dead back to life, doctor?" asked the man with a broad-leaf butcher's knife at his waist, in a kind voice.

The old doctor shook his head and said:

"Even if Hua Tuo is reincarnated, there is no way! The patient has returned to heaven, you better go back quickly and take care of the aftermath for him!"

Several people looked at each other, looked at each other, and at last the man who took the lead said in disappointment:

"Excuse me, doctor. ”

So, he took the lead and walked out again, and the three people behind him still picked up the dead man in the rocking chair and walked away, just as they came. In this way, they squeezed through the crowded streets, through narrow alleys, and turned right along the corner, ready to step onto the Zhuangyuan Bridge.

At this time, there were fewer people on the bridge, but the wind was much stronger than in the streets, as if it were about to blow people off the bridge! Suddenly, they stopped abruptly, and looked up in horror at a man standing on the bridge—a young man in a white robe and holding a black sheath sword.

Their expressions were very ugly, like a wolf meeting a leopard on the head, and their eyes were red when they met. At that moment, they had nothing more to say. The man who took the lead had taken the lead in moving his hand to the handle of the broad-leaf butcher's knife at his waist. The three accomplices behind him also did not say a word, and carefully reclined the dead man on his back against the guardrail of the stone bridge. They stood up, and the man with the burden on his back unloaded his burden and took out a pair of cast-iron bones, while the yellow-faced man took four darts out of his waist, and the other man had drawn a single knife. Their expressions were extremely solemn, as if they were in the mood of fighting against the odds.

The white-robed young man with a long sword watched them quietly, and from his grim countenance, he told people that he had to kill these people in front of him! At that time, the cold wind was blowing tightly, but he didn't seem to feel the cold, just like an iron tower, standing on the bridge, making the cold wind feel powerless!

For a time, the people on the bridge were blocked on both sides of the bridge, and no one dared to cross the bridge at this time, and even the coachman saw it, so he had to turn around and detour from a distance.

Suddenly, there was a swishing sound of breaking the wind in the bitter cold wind, and immediately, the onlookers saw that the stars flashed and came towards the white-robed young man with a sword.

Immediately afterwards, people saw that the white-robed young man suddenly turned around and swept away, like a harrier eagle swooping down, rushing straight towards the four men at the bridge and the darts thrown by them. (To be continued.) )