ps: I thought about it, I don't know why I have a sense of guilt, I decided to update a chapter, uploaded it with my mobile phone, the inconvenience, please forgive me, and finally ask for tickets, ask for collection!

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.................. In the sound of gongs and drums beating rapidly, today's Xizhao Street is different from the usual scene, people did not go out, it was really amazing yesterday's movement here, and there were so many representatives of forces later.

People are curious, especially since so many big names don't slack off on the owner of this newly opened store.

So under the movement of Wang Xiaoming beating gongs and drums, they all ran out to see the excitement.

"Second Brother Wang, do you know the origin of this shopkeeper? Yesterday's pomp and circumstance was close to the city lord's birthday celebration last year!"

Passerby A asked Passerby B.

The origin of Qingxu is something that the major forces in the city have not figured out, how can an ordinary monk know?

However, in order to maintain the impression in the neighborhood, passer-by B, nicknamed Xiao Bai Xiaosheng, hurriedly replied, "I know, why don't you know! However, you don't know, my cousin's brother's sister-in-law's sister-in-law is on an errand in front of Miss Samurai, according to him, the lord of the city also gave the owner of this store the title deed yesterday, and it was Miss Samurai who told her personally, you say, the identity of this shopkeeper can be bad!"

"Brother Tai doesn't know, yesterday the Xiao family also sent a cold ice silkworm chrysalis! I just don't understand what the medical hall is for?"

"And ......"

Not to mention the performance of a group of passers-by on the street, after Xiao Ming announced the opening of the Qinglian Medical Center, he took a piece of silk and hung it on the left side of the gate, and people squeezed up curiously, and the people standing in the front row read it out loud.

"1. The clinic accepts 10 patients a day. 2. Common diseases are not treated. 3. The basic cost of each treatment for the hall owner is three black divine stones. Fourth, the owner of the museum does not go out for medical treatment. In addition, the medical center specializes in treating incurable diseases that cannot be solved by pills. ”

Hearing these requests for medical treatment, most people expressed shock, because the average family's annual living expenses in Qingcheng are only about one black divine stone.

And the cost of the medical hall is so high, although it is written that the owner of the medical hall has great magical powers, but under normal circumstances, who will get a disease that even the pill can't cure.

So after a while, these people quickly dispersed again, Xiao Ming hurriedly looked at Qingxu, and Qingxu said: "Don't panic, I didn't open a store to make money, let's go in!"

turned around and entered the store without waiting for Xiao Ming's response, and Xiao Ming could only look at Qingxu's back and be anxious.

No one noticed that there was a person in the crowd looking at the medical hall, with an inexplicable look in his eyes, and muttering on the side, "The young master is saved, the young master is saved!"

Maybe Qingxu noticed, but who cares?

Or maybe it's just a spy for those forces.

The five major forces in the city also received the information about the medical hall, and they all smiled and said nothing, with an unfathomable expression...... In the City Lord's Mansion, the Medicine Division, and the place where the Emperor Heavenly Holy Son lived, it had been nearly a day since the serious injury incident, and the treatment still did not have much effect, just so that the condition did not worsen, and the Holy Son was still injured by the soul, so that he was still in a coma, unable to run the cultivation method on his own to heal his injuries and restore the vitality of the sea of consciousness.

The lord of Yuwen City waited anxiously outside the door, if the Holy Son did not wake up within today, he would only have to report to the sect, but a crime of dereliction of duty would not be less, and the day of returning to the sect would become indefinite, basically, he would be given up by the sect at that time, even if it was his master's intercession, it would be useless.

Therefore, he is in such a hurry now not only because the alliance between the sect and the Emperor Heaven Sect will be affected by this matter, but also because he himself will be cut off from the future.

In the cultivation world, if there is no backstage of great forces, how can you go down in the whole world.

"City Lord, since the Holy Son has injured the soul, let's find a soul pharmacist?"

The housekeeper suggested to Yuwen on the side.

"I also want to please, but not to mention that the soul is inherently mysterious and unpredictable, not to mention that the treatment of the injuries on the Holy Son's body requires a grandmaster-level pharmacist, at least a master!

(Note: Medicine Dao, Instrument Dao, Array Dao, or other skills are divided into beginner, elementary, intermediate, and advanced pharmacists, as well as masters, grandmasters, and finally gods with art.)

"Well、、、 city lord, yesterday Mr. Qingxu sold a pill to stabilize the soul in Danfang, according to the news from the Xiao family, Mr. Qingxu should be a medicine master and today, isn't Mr. Qingxu opening a medical hall? We can ask him for help, it's ......"

"I was worried about how to deal with the Holy Son's injury yesterday, and I didn't pay much attention to him, but now that I think about it, I still neglected him!

Yuwen also seems to believe in the intelligence work of the housekeeper, after all, over the years, in the matter again and again, the housekeeper has proved his ability very well, so in normal times, the operation of the entire City Lord's Mansion is entrusted to the housekeeper to manage, and the Yuwen City Lord can cultivate well.

"No, Mr. Qingxu announced that he would not accept requests to go out for treatment when he opened, and he is a medicine master after all, we can't force him to treat the Holy Son, although the news that the Holy Son fell at the gate of the city yesterday was suppressed by us, but if we send the Holy Son directly to the medical hall, will the news of the Holy Son be exposed if there are many people?"

"I can't care so much, if the Holy Son doesn't wake up, the news still can't be hidden, let's go, let people take the Holy Son to the Qinglian Medical Center. ”

After speaking, the Yuwen City Lord hurried out of the mansion.

In the lobby of the medical hall, where the patient was received, Qingxu was diagnosing a pale, depressed teenager, and next to the young man was obviously the guy who had just been talking to himself in the crowd.

"Master, can our son's illness be cured? Master, you have something to say, hey! I'm dying!"

The little guy walked around beside him.

"Twig, don't disturb sir. ”

Although this son's words were soft, but as soon as the words came out, the little guy finally quieted down, obviously, this son's prestige is still quite good.

"This son, it should be in the womb, the mother was killed by the devouring gods, although it was cleared in time, but it also caused your soul to be congenitally disabled, in recent years, you have been sleeping more and more, sometimes you haven't woken up for a day!"

If you put a handful of silver whiskers on Qingxu's chin, it must have the appearance of a fairy wind bone.

In the eyes of the master and servant, Qingxu is now a radiant god, you know, the young man is not a person from Qingcheng, he is a family descendant who was abandoned by the family, the young man's family ranks third in the Canglang world, surnamed Li, is the top force under the ten major forces, for them, Qingcheng is a small place, although it is famous, but there are generally no masters, and the Li family in Qingcheng is the branch of the young family.

One can imagine how strong the world's top forces are.

Although the boy was well taken care of in the family, he couldn't cultivate because of the cripple of his soul, and because he had become more and more sleepy recently, his family was worried that he would go that day without paying attention.

Protecting the teenager like a porcelain doll, how did this make the proud teenager accept the sympathetic eyes of his brothers and sisters every day, so he applied to live in Qingcheng.

"This disease can be cured, but if you are always by my side and let me know about your situation, I don't have time to accompany you to heal alone. ”

Vaccinations should be given first.

"Okay, as long as it can be cured, anything can be done!"

The young man who was sitting quietly just now suddenly stood up when he heard the news, and said excitedly.

Xiao Zhi next to him was also very excited.

At this moment, the voice of the city lord's housekeeper came from the door of the medical hall, "Mr. Qingxu, we need your help!"