People Are Practicing Martial Arts And Refining Elixirs, And The Side Effects Are Outrageous!

Qixia Town, Medical Center.

After cleaning up the mess, the two had breakfast together.

The two of them struggled all night, and now they both had a huge appetite. Half of the pot of porridge was finished by the two of them, and they still had some unfinished food.

Shangguan Yan's idea is very simple. As a child of Jianghu, the first priority is to make a promise.

Although she was anxious to find her mother, she had no clues about her at all. Even if she left here to search, she would still be in a vast world with no idea of ​​where to go.

And now that she has accepted Yang Duan's kindness and promised to take responsibility, she will naturally stay for a while.

Her master had never taught her this aspect, so in her opinion, as long as she stayed with Yang Duan for a while and taught Yang Duan some martial arts, she could repay her kindness.

What's more, she didn't know what to do or how to do it.

On the other side, after Yang Duan cleaned up the alchemy furnace that he had not had time to clean up last night, he said to Shangguan Yan who was helping him clean the yard:

"You wait for me here first, I'll go out for a while and I'll be back in a while."

Shangguan Yan didn't ask Yang Duan what he was going to do, he just nodded and agreed:

"good."

Afterwards, Yang Duan took to the street and soon came to a clothing store.

"Mr. Yang, what day is it today? We need to buy new clothes?" Shopkeeper Hu of the clothing store said with a smile while pulling his beard.

Yang Duan smiled slightly:

"I bought it for someone else. I want it in a women's style. My body and height are about the same. I can buy two of them and get two hairbands, just like this."

Shopkeeper Hu suddenly said curiously:

"Women's model? Who is he?"

Yang Duan rolled his eyes:

"Are you a businessman or a fortune teller?"

Shopkeeper Hu chuckled and waved quickly:

"Don't ask, don't ask, haha! What do you think of these two outfits?"

Shopkeeper Hu and Yang Duan had known each other for a long time, and he knew what Yang Duan meant by "gossip", so he quickly stopped talking.

Yang Duan nodded:

"Bring me two more inner clothes and wrap them up together."

Shopkeeper Hu's eyes sparkled again, but in order to complete this business, he still did not dare to touch Yang Duan's bad luck again.

After a while, Yang Duan walked out of the clothing store.

Mr. Xing, who was passing by, glanced at Yang Duan who was leaving, walked quietly into the clothing store, and started chatting with shopkeeper Hu.

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"Yan'er, your clothes can't be worn anymore. I bought two new ones for you. You go in and try to see if they fit." Yang Duan handed the clothes over.

Shangguan Yan didn't expect Yang Duan to be so attentive, and was touched for a moment.

Ever since her family's circumstances suddenly changed when she was eight years old, she has never experienced this feeling of being cared for.

In the past fifteen years, she has practiced Kung Fu with her master. Although her master was kind to her, he was more harsh on her.

So she longs for her mother's care in her heart.

She misses her favorite purple cherry cake that her mother made for her, and she also misses the osmanthus cake that her mother made because she missed her father.

When she was a child, what she ate the most was osmanthus cakes. Every time she ate osmanthus cakes, her mother would accompany her, eating, talking and admiring the moon.

But days like this are only in memories after all.

After many years, she felt this care again.

"Thank you, Brother Duan." Shangguan Yan held the clothes in her arms, lowered her head and whispered.

Yang Duan smiled and said:

"While making breakfast, I boiled hot water. You can go wash it and change your clothes."

Shangguan Yan felt warm in her heart and was moved again:

"Thank you, Brother Duan."

Yang Duan smiled:

"Go ahead."

Then, he walked towards the backyard.

In fact, he also wanted to take a shower, but there was only one bathroom, so he couldn't take a double bath, could he?

Fortunately, it’s still summer, so there’s no harm in using cold water.

He used a sheet on the clothesline to cover himself in the backyard, fetched two buckets of water, washed himself briefly, put on his clothes and went out.

Arriving at the front yard, Yang Duan lowered the door panel of the medicine shop and opened the door to let in the early morning sunlight.

Then, he sat behind the table, picked up a medical book and started reading.

This medical book was obtained from the system reward, and now it has almost been turned into pieces by him.

And he was a little confused, wondering when he would get the next reward.

Will the next reward be some martial arts or something for myself?

After all, even if you are a doctor and have some brains, you may avoid trouble with him because of your good medical skills, but you can't stand it if you meet a reckless man who has no brains.

Therefore, in the arena, one's own strength is the guarantee of true safety.

Now I only have some internal energy, which is enough for alchemy. It is even stronger than the true energy of many Jianghu people, but in actual combat, it is hard to say.

Just when Yang Duan was thinking about it, the light in the room changed and someone suddenly walked in.

"Mr. Yang, I feel a little uncomfortable. Could you please help me take a look." A farmer walked in tremblingly.

"Sit! Stretch your hand over here." Yang Duan gestured, then stretched out his hand to feel the patient's pulse.

"Hey! Okay!" The man sat down quickly.

One after another, more people came in, sat on the benches and waited in line. Most of them were honest and responsible people.

Yang Duan took his pulse very patiently, and then said to the farmer in front of him:

"How old are you?"

"thirty-nine."

"Sweating?"

"Yes, I sweat at night too."

"When you usually rest, will your Laogong point, right here, be a little sore?"

"meeting!"

Yang Duan nodded and said:

"This is caused by insufficient heart yin, qi stagnation and blood stasis, and some meridians are blocked. I will prescribe some medicine for you. You can cook it when you go home and eat it twice a day, morning and evening, before meals."

Then, he reached for the pen, added water to the inkstone, grinded it, and quickly wrote out a prescription.

At this moment, footsteps sounded behind him.

A cup of tea was served.

Yang Duan looked back, his eyes lit up, and he secretly thought in his heart that she was indeed the goddess dragon, known as the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world. He thanked her softly, and then asked:

"Can you take medicine?"

Shangguan Yan glanced at the Chinese medicine cabinet behind him and saw that the names of the medicines were marked in regular script on it, so he nodded and said:

"Yes, I learned some from my master before."

Yang Duan handed the prescription directly to Shangguan Yan:

"Help me get some medicine."

Shangguan Yan nodded and said nothing.

She was very happy to be able to do something for Yang Duan.

Qixia Town is neither big nor small, but there are many people there. Yang Duan likes it very much. It is peaceful and peaceful. He also likes his identity as a benevolent doctor.

Every time he saw a patient recover, he felt happy from the bottom of his heart.

In a trance, he seemed to have seen the emoticon of merit +1+1 in his previous life, which could give him inner peace.

In my previous life, I also imagined myself traveling to ancient times.

Although this world is different from the ancient times in real history, the saying always applies - when prosperity occurs, people suffer, and when it dies, people suffer.

Yang Duan doesn't have any big ambitions or wishes. He can only say that he is willing to do things within his ability.

When a rich man seeks medical treatment, he earns what he deserves.

The poor seek medical treatment, which may be exempted or reduced.

This is what he can do for the people of Qixia Town. As for the future, let’s leave it to later.

"Next."

Yang Duan looked at the patient queue.