Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

The sun is scorching.

It seems that the disturbance in the northwest has not yet reached Qingyang Street.

Even though many streets in the West District have begun to nervously organize defenses, Qingyang Street, located in the northeast corner of the hub station, is still a peaceful scene on a daily basis——

It’s far from peaceful, because the daily lives of most residents are very hard.

If the miners and laborers have not returned home yet; other craftsmen, even if they can stay in their own cabins, are probably rushing to collect their share of the month's work to offset the rent tax.

Unlike Lu Meng, he could move a chair and sit at the door to pretend to have a consultation and bask in the sun, and then be driven back to the house by the harsh sunlight to continue to hide and practice various attribute skills.

Lu Meng had considered becoming a resident of Qingyang Street as a doctor this time.

With his current abilities, the most outstanding thing is the strength of this warrior. But joining the Qingyang Gang as a warrior seems too arrogant.

There is no room for two tigers in one mountain.

Although according to Lu Meng's understanding, the Qingyang Gang now has two warriors - this is also a reflection of its strength.

But in short, we can no longer tolerate the three tigers.

It involves issues of profit distribution and mutual suspicion. Joining a gang is also likely to directly deal with the market, which needs to be avoided as much as possible.

It stands to reason that his hunter profession would be quite popular, but firstly, it is easily associated with the "Lubei Tour" in the black market, and secondly, hunters are too "popular".

On weekdays, he would probably undertake a large number of hunting tasks assigned to him. In an emergency, he might even be temporarily drafted to serve as cannon fodder.

In addition, if he has a strong body and works hard as a coolie, he can also consider staying in Qingyang Street, but there is no way he can be comfortable and comfortable at home as an old doctor who is like a magician.

Because he is an undistinguished magician, qualified gang leaders would not trust him for treatment on weekdays, thus avoiding the possibility of contacting higher-ups.

And with Lu Meng's current [Medical] skills, if ordinary residents do come to see him for medical treatment, they can handle it easily.

The identity of the doctor is more suitable for his image of an old man, which can reduce a lot of troubles.

But what Lu Meng didn't expect was that business would come to their door so quickly just a few days after they settled down.

This is how things develop:

On the first night after they moved to their new home, Lu Meng took Huo Buyang out for a walk again.

In fact, a lot of their stuff hasn't been moved here yet.

These few people's public identities are refugees. How come refugees have so many possessions that even street residents will covet when they see them.

These food reserves alone are easy for people to covet.

These belongings can only be scattered in a few relatively close places and then moved here at night.

However, a curfew is imposed on Qingyang Street.

Carrying a large backpack is not suitable for sneaking either.

"Do you still remember that gang member from the day?" Lu Meng gestured to Huo Buyang, "When the time comes, you'll hit him on the head from behind."

In the latter half of the night, there was also Huang Qiu among the people watching.

Xiao Huo nodded and clenched the wooden stick in his hand.

He didn't take out the ten-hand sword of fine steel. In any case, this ordinary gang member would not be guilty of this.

clang!

This process naturally went smoothly. Several gang members who were watching at an entrance were all knocked down, and the things were moved back smoothly.

It didn't even take much time during this period, and Lu Meng was able to catch up on a good night's sleep.

There is something nice about living on this street.

When on guard at night, you only need to keep an eye on your neighbors, without worrying about other more wild beasts or idlers.

However.

the next day.

"Is this doctor really reliable?"

Huang Qiu rubbed his head and bared his teeth.

"When we go to the gang to find that doctor, we have to queue up to see how he feels. It's hard to explain where our injuries came from. It would be bad if the superiors find out that we lost..." Several of Huang Qiu's colleagues also had the same look on their faces. His expression was grimacing, and he was obviously seriously injured.

"You're here anyway, so let's give it a try."

Lu Meng and Huo Buyang: "..."

They were all familiar faces from last night.

These gang members did not ask themselves whether they were willing to be treated.

But he really had no reason to refuse.

"Old guy, come here and take a look." One of the gang members pointed at his neck, which showed a large area of ​​redness and swelling.

Lu Meng took out "Holy Fire".

Huang Qiu: "...Are you really doing this?"

But unlike what Huang Qiu thought, Lu Meng did not open the "Holy Fire" and start chanting.

Instead, he picked up the heavy scripture and slapped the gang member on the neck.

"Ouch! Ouch! Pi!" The gangster was in pain and was about to curse.

A big hand clamped around his neck.

Before the gang had time to think about why the old man had such strong hands, they heard a "click" sound.

Then the whole person collapsed to the ground.

"How do you feel?" Huang Qiu quickly helped him up, "What has he done to you?"

"It feels...fine, just a little painful." Although the gang members were still grinning, there was actually a look of relief on their faces.

Lu Meng relaxed his hands on the side.

Don’t you still know the extent of the injury he sustained last night?

In the final analysis, it is just to disperse the congestion and fluid accumulation, and then straighten the bones.

This operation didn't even require much testing of his medical skills.

As for whether this form is the healthiest, he has no control over it. Without medication, at least it will have quick results and speed up recovery.

Living up to his reputation as an "old doctor".

Then the remaining gangsters also came up to receive "treatment", and in the end, they all "cured the disease" with just a few taps and pinches.

It's just that the technique was too rough, and the moment of severe pain made them want to faint again.

Finally it was Huangqiu's turn.

Huang Qiu: "...Old doctor, please be gentle."

The way Lu Meng moved his wrist frightened him.

The "old man" said quite calmly: "Pain can cause the body to release endorphins. After this period, you will not feel so painful, and it can also speed up the recovery of injuries..."

"If you don't understand, just understand that long-term pain is not as good as short-term pain."

Snapped!

"Ahhhhh!"

It wasn't because Lu Meng's hand had just been injured and he couldn't control his strength very well.

"Mr. Miracle Doctor." The recovered gang members held the unconscious Huang Qiu in their hands and thanked him.

"That's too much. This is Auckland's will." Lu Meng held the "Holy Fire".

These gang members were just complimenting him, and they didn't really think that Lu Meng was some kind of miracle doctor.

Even though he feels better now, his medical methods are still too barbaric compared to the doctor in the gang, and he is obviously from Yeluzi.

But after all, it has been treated, so it still needs to be expressed.

There is no harm in having a good doctor for people like them who lick blood from the knife edge.

"This is the medical fee."

10 karat per person, a total of 50 karat, which is not enough to pay for two days of room rent.

However, Lu Meng didn't care and accepted it easily.

For these gang members, it's good if they don't secretly exploit ordinary residents, and if they are willing to pay now, they already think highly of you.

Watch the gang members leave.

Lu Meng said to Xiao Huo: "Before I came here, I thought that being a doctor didn't have many opportunities to practice, but now I think I was wrong."

After all, the Qingyang Gang has its own doctor, and ordinary residents are reluctant to see a doctor even if they have minor injuries.

"But if there is no chance, we can create our own chances."

Huo Buyang: "Huh?"

Lu Meng glanced at his own panel:

【Medical: 12→13】

Thanks to book friend Zhuo Miao Li d for his reward and support——