Dao Fruit

Feeling the atmosphere in the medicine hall, Qiu Yan couldn't help but admire him secretly.

"It seems that the scene in this medical hall is like a Buddhist temple and a Taoist temple, and has become a place where people's thoughts are placed. However, to turn this place into such a scene requires not only superb medical skills, but also... "

While he was thinking, there were fewer and fewer people in front of him.

Dr. Huang's medical skills are indeed superb. Many people can see their symptoms and prescribe the right medicine just by meeting him, often in just one sentence.

Soon it was Qiu Yan's turn. He opened the curtain that separated the lobby and the interior. What appeared in front of him was a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a loose robe, with a smile on his face and narrowed eyes. On the line, when a person smiles, his eyes curve into two crescents.

There was an inexplicable aura about this man that made people feel relaxed and relieved. When he smiled, even Qiu Yan felt a little relaxed, but immediately became more vigilant.

"This person is by no means a simple doctor or physician. There is already a hint of charm in his smile. In this way, the patient can relax and open up, making it easier to understand the condition. This person also uses soul methods to I don’t know what you want to do by locking other people’s gratitude and hope in this medicine hall. Do you want to use it to become a god after death?”

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Opposite him, Doctor Huang looked at Qiu Yan for a few times, hesitated, and asked.

After hearing this, Qiu Yan just said: "I can't tell you exactly where I feel uncomfortable. Please ask the doctor to take a look."

"In that case, let me diagnose your pulse." Doctor Huang said, stretched out his hand and put it on Qiu Yan's wrist. His fingers trembled and his whole body froze.

Boom, boom, boom!

The heart beats, the diaphragm tenses and bounces.

Qiu Yan has made some achievements in life cultivation, and his energy and blood are quite impressive. He listens attentively and carefully feels the heartbeat and pulse, and the sound is like a rumbling drum.

Doctor Huang was now investigating with concentration, and was immediately startled by the heartbeat. Then the smile on his face faded, he raised his head, and his narrowed eyes opened a slit, revealing two points of cold light.

Qiu Yan suddenly felt a sting on his face, as if he had been pricked by a needle, and his heart trembled.

"What a sharp gaze, it actually made my skin react like this spontaneously."

At this time, the curtain was opened, and a young man in Tsing Yi walked in. He glanced at Qiu Yan, then came to Doctor Huang and whispered in his ear.

"Oh?" Doctor Huang looked at Qiu Yan again, and then whispered, "So you are Qiu Yan, okay, very good."

When he spoke, his tone was cold, the spring breeze in his body was gone, and a cold light flashed in his slit eyes.

"I'm afraid you didn't come to me to see a doctor. However, you are indeed sick, and the illness is not serious. You are so angry that you may set yourself on fire. There are some things that not just anyone can do. I'll give you a prescription..."

As he spoke, he picked up the brush at hand, pulled out a piece of paper, and started writing with a swipe of the pen. A set of prescriptions appeared in front of Qiu Yan.

The characters on the prescription are beautiful in shape, and they are in the same vein as the three characters on the door plaque of the medical clinic, but there is no implicit meaning, and the sharpness is sharp, like a peerless swordsman drawing a three-foot green peak, with sword energy in all directions, intending to kill people!

Stop it! Live in peace! Don’t keep hope!

There are three words on the prescription, but it is difficult to find such a medicine in the world!

"Tell me to stop and stay at home. Don't fantasize about raising your hopes. Just don't let me improve my reputation." Qiu Yan took a look and felt the sword and sword from the prescription. There seemed to be a huge danger hidden behind these three words.

At this time, Dr. Huang put down his pen, picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip, feeling that he had the overall situation in hand.

"If your heart is full of fire, you need to quell the fire, get rid of it, and take cool things. I advise you to do whatever you need to do, live in a humble room, and don't expect too many things that don't belong to you."

The corners of his mouth curled up into a sneer.

"In terms of reputation and popularity, you are nothing in my eyes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved his hand and threw the tea cup away!

Snap!

With the sound of breaking, the tea cup fell into pieces. Doctor Huang smiled and fell back. He raised his hand and grabbed the table in front of him. There was a "crash", the chair fell to the ground, the table turned over, and all the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on it fell to the ground. The ground made a dense crackling sound.

"What's going on?"

"What happened inside?"

"What a big noise!"

Outside, there was a series of exclamations, and then the curtain was pulled down, and a boy in Tsing Yi rushed in with two or three men in well-dressed clothes.

"What are you doing! What are you going to do? Do you want to fight with your husband?"

As soon as the boy entered the room, he shouted, separated Qiu Yan and Doctor Huang, and hurriedly helped the latter up.

Doctor Huang's face no longer had a sneer, but a look of panic, with fear in his eyes. He looked at Qiu Yan and said tremblingly: "Mr. Qiu, even if you want to do something good, you can't stop me, no. Let me treat people. You are not the only good person in this world. Even if you threaten my life and get sick, I can't ignore it! "

Although his voice was low, it contained a sense of righteousness and a sense of not giving in to evil forces, which was clearly heard by everyone in the outer hall.

The curtain had been lowered, and people outside could of course see the situation inside. When they saw the mess around Dr. Huang and himself falling to the ground, many people immediately became angry.

Then, someone recognized Qiu Yan's identity.

"Isn't this Mr. Qiu who took the lead in giving porridge two days ago? There have been rumors about this in the city these two days, saying that he is a great philanthropist."

"What a good man! He's just trying to gain fame. Looking at this scene, can't you guess it? If he wants to do good, others can't interfere! He's more domineering than a bully!"

"I heard that this man was a poor scholar who almost died at the hands of thieves. When he came back this time, he suddenly had money to give out porridge. I don't know where the money came from."

"When you have money, you must keep it for yourself. Some people actually believe that he will go bankrupt to do good deeds, haha."

Sarcastic words came from all around. Qiu Yan could clearly feel the speaker's malice and anger, but he did not respond. He just looked at Doctor Huang coldly, who was lowering his head to adjust his clothes. Qiu Yan's eyesight could certainly catch it. The sneer at the corner of the other person's mouth.

"Destroying people's wealth is like killing their parents. I didn't expect that my reputation would also offend others. They would not hesitate to use such methods to tarnish my reputation!"

Qiu Yan still couldn't figure out the reason for the scene in front of him.

"I came here today because I wanted to explore something, but now it seems that even if I don't come, you will find me sooner or later, and you have no intention of being friendly with me, so Qiu has nothing to worry about. Since he offended me , double the reward!”

After leaving such a sentence, Qiu Yan turned around and left, simply and neatly.

In the current situation, it is useless to say more. Since Doctor Huang takes the initiative to provoke himself, he is hostile and has nothing to say to the enemy.

Looking at Qiu Yan's leaving figure, Doctor Huang narrowed his eyes.

"It's just a hard talk. I don't believe you can make a comeback? This Qingchang City is located on the border and is not bound by Shinto. It is the paradise of our generation. I and those people have been fighting for several years, but we still can't tell the winner. The latecomers He still wants to interfere! People's hope comes from the heart. If you have one more person to support it, you will have to part with it. How can you tolerate him? "

Thinking of this, he whispered to the boy beside him: "Go and spread the news here. Within three days, I will let the whole city know!"

The boy took the order and left. Doctor Huang patted his clothes, lifted up the table and chairs, put on a smiling face again, and looked at the patient, heard and asked about it. Everything was the same as before. In his opinion, Qiu Yan's incident was just an episode.

PS: The third update will be tomorrow, friends who pass by can save it.