"My medicine!" A crescent-white figure flew from the door to the medicine cabinet like lightning. They were all sure that he would catch Xiaoru, so no one else went to pick her up.
"Pah!" Xiaoru fell to the ground. Although she had done a little Qinggong just now, she still fell hard.
Only then did she clearly see the crescent-white man. His long, jet-black hair was tied behind his head with a hosta. Although his outstretched arms were separated by clothes, he could still see the tight muscle lines.
This person is the doctor here - Du Yungan.
"Master, this woman is tampering with our medicinal materials!"
"Miss, are you okay?" Almost at the same time, both groups of people started talking.
What Du Yungan hates most is women, especially women who talk a lot. "You all, get out of here!"
Xiaoru, who was still grieving over the sad day that her old wounds had not yet healed but had new ones, suddenly became angry!
"What the hell is your attitude? We are here to see a doctor. As a doctor, how can you drive away a critically ill patient?!"
Xiaoru was so angry that she started shouting at the top of her voice. She didn't know that this was the reason why she pissed off Du Yungan.
"I don't treat women!" Du Yungan said this sentence slowly, word by word, and there were sudden sounds around him.
Then it became quiet.
I endure it, I endure it! Xiaoru took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in her heart, looked at the arrogant doctor in front of her, and then at the doctor.
A beggar.
"I'm not asking you to see a doctor for me. He is the one who is sick." Xiaoru pointed at the beggar and said softly.
Almost without even looking at him, Du Yungan said directly: "I don't treat poor people. I said why it smells so bad here today. It turns out it's because of him!"
Xiaoru took a deep breath again, "Grandma, my aunt still wants you to treat him today." You think he smells bad, huh, let's see how I deal with you.
Xiaoru took out a gold ingot and put it on the table, looking at the handsome guy in front of her with gleaming eyes.
As soon as he saw the money, Du Yungan's eyes lit up: "Send him to take a bath." He picked up the ingot and looked at it again and again, looking like he wanted to be beaten.
"No, he is so weak now and must be treated immediately!" Lin Xiao really didn't understand what Miss Xiaoru wanted to do, but Yan Xiu knew.
This lady is really boring, but it seems good to be able to discipline these people who regard money as life. She would just wait and see what happens.
Du Yungan was a little hesitant. He looked at the gold ingot in his hand and said, "Okay, I'll give it a try today."
Lin Xiao and others helped the beggar sit on a chair, and Du Yungan began to feel his pulse and prescribe a prescription for the boy to boil the medicine. He then started to give him acupuncture to dredge his meridians.
This man was definitely not a beggar at first glance. The energy flow in his body was chaotic, and he must have suffered serious internal injuries. He had no idea why he was dressed so shabbily.
Du Yungan's acupuncture skills were really superb. After less than a quarter of an hour of moxibustion, the beggar felt that his breath became much smoother. After adjusting his breath, he felt that his strength had returned.
After Du Yungan pulled out all the needles, the boy came out with the medicine. This medicine is just a simple Buzhong Yiqi decoction, nothing fancy. It seems that the magic is his acupuncture skills.
Xiaoru saw that he had just given him injections and washed his wounds without any hesitation. In fact, he just loves money too much. In other aspects, it can be seen that he is a good doctor.
"Well, Mr. Du, I want to discuss something with you." Xiaoru ran to Du Yungan who was washing his hands, but the beggar ran out without anyone noticing.
"Hello!"
(End of chapter)