Chapter 121: The gods come down

Chapter 121 The Gods Descend

Another two hours.

Baicaoshi has been sitting in the clinic for three and a half hours without eating or drinking. The high-intensity mental work and the writing of a large number of prescriptions made her hands tremble and her eyes turned black. The early autumn sun was shining, and she raised her palm, feeling dizzy.

The little drug boy blinked, showing a trace of compassion.

There are still quite a few people in line, with longing in their eyes.

They also saw that the little girl in front of them was already too tired, but they were instructed not to let her rest.

At this moment, the crowd automatically moved out of the way. Because this time the patient was lying in the coffin by four family members.

When the family members arrived, they all knelt on the ground, "Girl doctor, please help my father, he suddenly lost his breath."

A man cried so much that he was so sad.

Baicaoshi only felt a little salty in his throat, but a deep bitterness in his heart.

She is a human being, not a god. She can do her best to help the sick, but human beings can't do it, and she can't live and die.

The man had already pulled her arm, and the huge force was transmitted to Baicaoshi's arm, "Girl, you are a miracle doctor and the king of medicine. Today, the whole Boyang City is singing your praises. Can you save my father?"

Is this moral kidnapping?

Baicaoshi shook off his hand, and said wearily: "I'm sorry, people can't be resurrected after death, and no one can save them."

The patient’s son was relentless, “How do you know if you don’t read it, why can’t you save my father if you can save others?”

Baicaoshi staggered to the coffin, pushed it, but did not move, "The dead are the most important, I don't want to disturb the peace of the old man, but since the patient's family has a request, I will take a look, who will help me? "

Among the patients queuing up, the coffins were opened together. Baicaoshi poked her hand in, and suddenly her eyes lit up.

"Take my silver needle."

The old man was carried out of the coffin, and Baicaoshi was about to perform acupuncture. This was her first acupuncture since wearing a book, but it didn't mean she couldn't.

The patient's son suddenly hugged the old father, his eyes flustered, "What do you want to do? Your needle is so long!"

"He is not dead yet, if you delay, you will really kill your father!"

After finishing speaking, Baicaoshi devoted herself to saving lives. Hold the handle of the needle, stab Dazhu, Fengshentang, and Zhiyang...flying the needle to move the acupoints, stabbing upwards with the tip of the needle, and penetrating the body of the needle into the flesh.

After a while, the patient woke up slowly. The first thing he said was, "You unfilial son, you put me in a coffin before I die!"

The onlookers and the doctors were stunned. They didn't expect this scene to be so exciting.

The corners of Baicaoshi's mouth raised slightly, and she looked in the direction of Boya Building. Do you dare to believe that this is a trick Pei Xingzhi set up for him? Are you unwilling to admit her name as the king of medicine, or are you planning to deny the snow lotus you sent out?

During the acupuncture treatment of Baicaoshi, someone had already reported to Pei Xingzhi, and Pei Xingzhi rushed to the scene of the medical clinic immediately after hearing it. He clasped his fists at Baicaoshi, not looking at her mocking expression, "Girl has proven your medical skills, now please go inside and have a cup of tea."

Baicaoshi put her white peony root, silver needle, seven-leaf flower, etc. into the basket, "Since the matter is over, can I go back? I still owe you my life. If you want to pay it back, go to Kunming Academy in Wanzhou to find me." .”

As she spoke, she walked towards the Bolai Inn with difficulty.

Oriha, are you okay now? wait for me.

**

Today's Bolai Inn has become an empty city.

All the shopkeepers and clerks disappeared without a trace, and only a group of quacks were left fighting with two men and two wolves.

Nan Yang has no fighting power, and those people seem to have forgotten his existence, and they are attacking the first floor of Zhen.

The real first floor at this time is only at the end of its strength.

With an obsession, he swung the sword mechanically, dropped it, resisted it, and swung the sword again.

In the room, Bai Lishi and Bai Xiaoshu watched all this through the window.

Baicaoshi asked them not to go out out of selfishness, but seeing that the people who escorted them all the way were being besieged, and their wolf cubs, who could stand it.

"Mother, I am your son, how can I let my mother take risks? If I want to go, I will go too!"

"You haven't married yet, and you haven't had a son yet!"

"My brother-in-law and sister haven't given birth yet, so I can't just wait and do nothing."

Finally, the two girls rushed out together. One is holding a vase and the other is holding a stool. Rush into the crowd and start indiscriminate attacks. It's fine if you can't get to the first floor.

Not to mention, these two girls really created a chance for Zhen Yilou, and he took out another one with a sword.

Tie Lanxin also came out, picked up a sword from the ground and slashed wildly.

"Zhenyilou, hold on, we are here to help you!"

"Zhenyilou, you are so arrogant, you will teach me Kung Fu in the future."

"The real first floor, be careful."

Nan Chan listened to Tie Lanxin's mouthful of "true first floor", sour water welled up in his chest. He no longer cared about his injuries, even if he died in front of Tie Lanxin the next moment, he couldn't let her scream like that.

Seven or eight killers besieged this group of old, weak and disabled, and they were sure to win. At this time, Mrs. Baili threw a bottle.

There is poisonous smoke.

Seven or eight killers were confused.

At this moment, the closed door of Oriha's room finally opened. Zhe Yu seems to be slow, but in fact, he usually appears in the fighting scene like the wind.

Like a **** descending, the posture of heaven and man.

His fingers were half-hanging, and all the strength and true energy around him were gathered in his palm, and the poisonous mist was shaken away with one palm, and the seven or eight killers were all blown away and died on the spot.

Zhenyi had a stiff smile on his pale, gray face, "I finally... finally waited for you."

As he spoke, his body fell straight and was caught by Zhe Yu.

"Shinichi, you have worked hard."

Then, he sent a loud voice transmission to the roof, "Is there anyone else who wants to take the snow lotus? Anyone who has the ability, come and fight with me!"

Those who care about snow lotus, know that the dust has settled at this time, and snow lotus no longer exists. There was a sound of breaking wind on the roof, and everyone scattered like birds and beasts.

It is meaningless to make unnecessary sacrifices.

Then, Oriha carried all these people into the Green-headed Man's room.

Green-headed man looked at the room full of wounded, his head was as big as a bucket!

"I leave everything to you, I'm going out for a while." Zhe Yu said very quickly.

How could the green-headed man not understand his intentions, the alpine snow lotus that he had just taken, and he didn't care about the rest of the general, so he was so reckless! But how could he bear to scold Zhe Yu? He himself can't worry about it.

Waved his hands helplessly, "Go, go."

Zhe Yu strode towards the outside of the inn like the wind.

Coincidentally, at the gate, I ran into Baicaoshi who was rushing back.

Four eyes face each other.

The silence speaks.

"Yu Bao!" Baicaoshi's voice was trembling, her eyes sparkling, she stepped forward, stood on tiptoe, and hugged his neck.

Feeling the soft body in her arms, her shoulders were wet, and Zhe Yu's stiff hands finally landed on her waistline.

It turns out that she is so thin. She takes good care of everyone, but always forgets herself.

What a silly girl!

"Shishi, Shishi!" Zhe Yu dreamily called her name, hoping that the tenderness of this moment would last forever, he said, "Don't cry, look at me well."

(end of this chapter)

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