Chapter 70

Closer to home. Ling Mu'er looked at the man in front of her, and raised her eyebrows suspiciously: "Why are you here?"

Zhou Qiyan had already looked at this place, and looked back at her: "Your brother is handling it very well now, even without me, he can handle it. What's more, with Ruidi's help, I don't need me in the store. We have discussed it." Excuse me, I feel that you are the only one busy in your clinic, so I decided to let me assist you."

After getting along for a period of time, Zhou Qiyan is no longer indifferent to the Ling family, but sincerely integrates into the family.

In fact, this is not surprising. At the beginning, Shangguan Shaochen was also a loner, after getting along with the Ling family for a period of time, he still blended in differently.

Whether you treat each other sincerely, everyone is not a fool, so you can naturally feel it. With sincerity can naturally be exchanged for sincerity.

Zhou Qiyan doesn't like to talk too much, so he talked a lot to Ling Muer today. Maybe it was because Ling Muer saved him, or maybe it was because she really didn't behave like an ordinary woman. In front of her, Zhou Qiyan relaxed a lot.

Not far away, in an alley, several heads poked out from there.

"Thirteen, our sister-in-law has had a lot of contact with this kid recently! Who is this kid? He dares to rob someone from our boss." A strong man glared at Zhou Qiyan through gritted teeth. "Let's find a time to get rid of that kid and keep him away from our sister-in-law. Otherwise, when our boss comes back, my sister-in-law will run away with someone else, and I'm afraid we won't be able to finish eating."

"Don't come up with bad ideas." The young man next to him said angrily: "Our sister-in-law is so easy to run away? What kind of onion is this kid? How could he steal my sister-in-law? How could my sister-in-law like a man like our boss? Others? Besides, my eldest brother has repeatedly told us that if my sister-in-law doesn't look for us, we will treat myself as air. If my sister-in-law needs us, she will come to us."

"Hey! I'm so anxious, I'm so anxious." The strong man bit his lip, looking sad.

In the medical hall opposite, Ling Muer shivered. She looked outside the door, the sun was shining and it was a nice weather. But she had a cold feeling.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Qiyan saw Ling Muer shiver. "Cold?"

"No." Ling Mu'er shook her head: "Since you want to stay and help me, then I'm not too polite. The new store opens, and I do have a lot of things to deal with. I will leave the trivial matters in the store to you. Next, I will devote myself wholeheartedly to collecting herbs on the mountain, and then concoct the best medicinal materials."

There are the best medicinal materials in her space. It just takes a lot of time to concoct those medicinal materials. Furthermore, in order to let those medicinal materials appear in the medical hall openly, she had to go to the mountain to collect medicinal herbs in a pretentious manner. Of course, she likes walking in the mountains. Sometimes good herbs can indeed be found in the mountains.

Zhou Qiyan is like a housekeeper in her previous life, helping her with all matters big and small. Ling Muer observed for two days and found that this person was very smart. Even though he had never been in touch with the medical center before, he handled it very simply within a few days, which shows that he had done a lot of homework in private.

Such a housekeeper is really reassuring.

Amidst the busy schedule, Ling Muer's clinic finally opened.

To maintain mystery, she wore a veil. As for Zhou Qiyan...he put on a mask.

"Have you heard? An He Tang opened today. All consultations are free, and you only need to pay for the medicine." There were people discussing in low voices on the street.

"Really? It's free to see a doctor. I'm afraid the medicine is not cheap, right?" The person next to him said in surprise, "Are there any medical clinics that don't charge high prices? Let's save money for a few years. I'm afraid that going to the medical clinic will cost you money." It's gone. Those doctors...it's a joke to talk about saving lives and healing the wounded. But we still have to go."

"Don't say that. The medical clinic this time is different from other medical clinics. Someone really went to see a doctor, and they only charged 20 Wen for the medicine."

"Ah? Twenty Wen? How is that possible? Going to a medical clinic, just to see an ordinary cold, would cost a few hundred Wen!"

"That's why I said it's different this time. I heard that the doctor who saw the disease was a goddess doctor. She didn't prescribe medicine for common wind-cold symptoms. She directly injected two needles into the patient's body, and then asked us to go back and take two pairs of herbs by ourselves. Even the medicine Saved money."

"Where is that Anhetang? My mother has been ill for more than half a month, and she hasn't recovered quickly. If it's true that the consultation fee is not charged, I will take my mother to see a doctor right away."

"It's on East Street, just turn a corner."

Conversations like this are happening all over the place. The patients who were originally seeing a doctor in other medical clinics rushed over one by one when they heard about the opening of An He Tang.

Several other medical clinics lost a large number of patients, and the doctors were so angry that they blew their beards and stared at them. But no matter how angry they were, they didn't do anything.

Just because... all the doctors have been warned. Those people who warned them descended from the sky, and when the night was dark and the wind was high, they put knives on their necks, saying that Anhetang was open today, and if they dared to play any unscrupulous tricks, their families would be sent to see the King of Hades.

Why! The enemy is too powerful, they can't afford it!

Anhetang. Ling Muer sat behind the curtain, felt her pulse through the curtain, and opened the pharmacy. Standing next to him was a man in a mask, who was holding a prescription to grab medicine.

At the beginning, when the patients saw such a tall and burly masked man, they were all a little afraid. If they were not attracted by the low fees in this medical center, they really wanted to run away. It was because the man's breath was too low, and their calves kept trembling.

"Next." Zhou Qiyan grabbed the medicine, handed the medicine packet to the old woman in front of him, and said calmly, "A total of fifteen coins."

"Ah? So cheap?" The old woman looked at Zhou Qiyan in surprise. "Okay, the old lady will give it right away."

Ling Muer looked at one patient after another. So far, it's all just plain sickness, nothing serious. However, she is also happy to relax. At least the first shot was fired, and everyone knew the existence of Anhetang. If someone came to see a doctor in the future, An He Tang would be one of the places they could choose.

Ling Muer was quick to see those ordinary patients. Take the pulse, make a bill, and send the patient away. I saw more than a hundred people in one morning.

Although each patient is only a dozen or twenty cash, but more than a hundred patients, that is a few taels of silver. Of course, she didn't do it for this little money.

The inheritance of the Ling family cannot be lost in her hands. As the successor of the Ling family, she is obliged to pass on the ancient medical skills of the Ling family.

"Let's go... Let's go..." A loud voice came from outside. "Get out of the way..."

Hearing voices outside, Zhou Qiyan went out to check. Not long after, he came in with a few people. One of them was being carried by two men.

There is a large bed in the room, which is for the seriously ill. Zhou Qiyan asked them to put the person who was being carried on the bed.

Ling Muer said to the patients in line in front of him: "Everyone wait a moment. Human life is at stake. Let me take a look at this injured young master first."

"Yes. Yes. That young master bleeds so much, he should see a doctor first." The patients in front of him said quickly.

Ling Muer walked to the big bed. The injured man's face was pale, with a dagger stuck in his chest, and the white robe was soaked in blood. The two next to them are dressed as servants. They looked at Ling Muer and frowned. One of them said: "This girl, can you ask your doctor to come out and have a look?"

Ling Muer glanced at the man, and said coldly, "I am the doctor. If you are worried about me, you can carry him away."

"You are the doctor?" The speaking boy glared at Ling Muer. "No, no, how can a woman be a doctor? If you can't cure our son, will we still survive? Wutong, why don't we change to another family?"

"Young master is injured like this, the blood is about to flow out. Now if you find another doctor, can he hold it?" The boy named Wutong frowned. He looked at Ling Mu'er, cupped his hands and said, "Please ask the goddess doctor to save our young master. Please."

After hearing Wutong's words, Ling Mu'er's face softened. She said lightly: "Finally there is someone who is sensible. Don't worry, with your words, your young master will be fine."

"The dagger was inserted into the young master's heart, and the young master is dying now. Miss, don't speak big words." The servant who spoke just now looked at Ling Mu'er vigilantly.

Ling Muer didn't want to argue with this boy. After all, human life is at stake. If he continued to talk to them, that person might not be able to save him.

She first gave the man two needles to stop his bleeding.

Seeing that the man was no longer bleeding, the two servants had a little confidence in Ling Muer's medical skills. However, the man was so injured that even an ordinary doctor could do nothing about it. They still dare not take it lightly. Especially the dagger stuck in the chest. If it was inserted directly into the heart, even a god would not be able to save it.

Ling Muer looked at the man in white. Look at his young age, probably around twenty years old. He is extremely handsome and has a sense of elegance. Although his appearance is exquisite, his figure is very good. It should be the legendary man who looks thin when he wears clothes and takes off his clothes.

However, she is not a nympho either. Even if she saw such a man, she was still an ordinary patient in her eyes.

"Brother Zhou, bring me a slice of ginseng." Ling Muer said to the man next to him, "I want to draw the dagger for him. Whether he can survive or not depends on how Guan Jian pulls it out. So, let him hold the dagger. A piece of ginseng is better."

Zhou Qiyan soon brought the participation film. Those ginseng slices are not ordinary ginseng slices, but ginseng from thousands of years old. As for where the thousand-year-old ginseng came from, there is no need to guess. Apart from Ling Muer's space, can you find thousand-year-old ginseng in other places?

It can be seen that this person is also considered lucky. If he hadn't met her, given his current dangerous situation, he would have no hope of surviving.

The two servants beside him watched nervously as Ling Mu'er drew out the dagger. When the dagger came out, blood spurted out from the chest.

Ling Mu'er gave another needle neatly, which stopped his bleeding. However, looking at the blood on the dagger, they could see that the dagger was pierced deeply.

The hearts of the two trembled. They knew that even if the woman couldn't save their master, they had no position to blame her. Their master was injured too badly this time.