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"I don't want it. It's so unpleasant to hear." Little Fishy protested.

Yao Meng Chen's expression stiffened. He extended his left hand to help her grind the powder, "One's life is in danger. If you delay it by even a little bit, your life could end."

When Little Fishy heard this, how could she dare to be arrogant? She quickly wrote on the "Medicine Demon" before opening the door and passing the medicinal list to the people outside.

"Butler, should we go get the medicine or …" The servant of the golden-faced man was the steward.

"Go to the Renjin Hall, quick." The butler passed the prescription to the man whom the big guy called 'Scud Kick' and gave him a silver ingot.

No matter what, he had to be quick. Even if she couldn't cure him, he had to buy some time for Yao Qingcheng to make her move. No matter what, she wouldn't just watch her disciple die, right?

Scud grabbed the list of medicines and ran away. The ultimate skill of Scud was mastered in real life. It was not easy to steal a dog or a chicken. He managed to master the skill of running in the middle of a busy city and reached the Hall of Peace in a short time.

"Dude, get the medicine." Scud smacked the medicine on the counter.

"Your young master is dead again?" All the employees of the Medicine Hall knew who they were. When they saw that it was him, they swiftly helped him catch the medicine.

"Yeah, it's always going to die once a year." Scuff Kick muttered.

"Take it." The man handed the wrapped medicine to Scud, weighed the silver, and scurried back.

The shop assistant felt that something wasn't right, this handwriting didn't seem like it belonged to a divine medicine doctor, but the writing underneath was clearly written with the word medicine. He took it over to take a closer look, and his face turned pale.

"Little Bamboo, what's wrong?" The shopkeeper asked curiously when he saw his snow-white face.

"Shopkeeper, take a look." The doorman passed a prescription to Zhang Xuan with a trembling hand.

The shopkeeper took a closer look and said, "Yes, this prescription is pretty good. He really deserves to be called a famous doctor."

The shop assistant's voice trembled. "Master, take a look at the signature."

The shopkeeper looked at the name with squinted eyes. His originally unstitched eyes were wide open — — Medicine Spirit.

What kind of person would make such a terrible joke? The shopkeeper, who had just entered the store, looked up at the shop assistant. "It's Young Master Long's men."

The shopkeeper was stunned. Young Master Long was the same as Yao Qingcheng, so he shouldn't be wrong.

However, it was just like what people said, their interactions were not wasted. The people she dealt with were all Divine Doctor level, and with them as guardians, she was like a fish in water. Especially in the field of medicine, she had a very good comprehension ability.

The silver needle slowly came out. Xiaoyu looked at the time and put it away. Meng Chen took out a detoxification pill and handed it to Xiaoyu. Xiaoyu then pinched the man's jaw and stuffed the pill into his mouth.

"The medicine is here." Twelve took the medicine bag from the man and reported it to the door.

The stove had been set up in the room, waiting for the medicine.

Lu Buwei opened the door and received the medicine bag. He took it to the Eight Immortals Table and opened it one by one to identify it.

He did not know that this was merely an occupational disease used by the imperial doctors. No one wanted to cure a person, and it could have been cured, but suddenly the person that was being treated died, and their life could very well have been saved. Other people's lives were not as important as their own.

Although the imperial palace had never lost a murder case because of the imperial doctors' caution.

In the Imperial Palace, there were eunuchs and maids who would do these things, but no matter what, it was not the imperial physician's turn. But here, one was his master, and the other was his grandmaster.

After a bowl of medicine had been boiled, the medicine Meng Chen had given to the golden-masked man, Lu Buwei, helped him drink it.

Fishy paid close attention to the golden-masked man's every expression. Was she afraid of missing something? It was time to stop calling him the golden-faced man. After consuming the pill, the golden color on his face had faded quite a bit.

To be honest, although it wasn't her first time treating a patient to save others and it wasn't like she was a blind cat meeting a dead mouse in the past, but this should be the time to actually come in contact with a patient.

After the golden-masked man drank the medicine, Yao Meng Chen flattened him. He silently took his pulse. Feeling that his pulse had become stronger, he retreated to the side and gave Lu Buwei a look.

"Master, give this young master a pulse." Lübway reminded Fishy.

It was odd to see a person in his thirties or forties being called young master by a servant, but they didn't think so.

When Fishy heard this, she placed her hand on the man's pulse. She understood that her uncle-master was letting her feel the change of a patient's pulse from floating to healthy.

She closed her eyes and immersed herself in the feeling.

The golden-masked man slowly came to a realization as he felt a hand on his pulse. A faint smile appeared on his face, "Qingcheng, you saved me once again."

His voice was slurred and everyone couldn't hear what he said, but everyone knew that he was awake. Xiaoyu tried to retract her hand, but just as she was retracting her hand, her wrist turned and she was suddenly grabbed.

"Hey, don't be so excited." Xiaoyu reached out to touch the acupoints on his arm. He couldn't help but loosen his grip on her hand.

Only a few people knew that Yao Qingcheng had accepted a disciple.

Long Mo's heart was filled with terror. The woman's voice was naturally that of a woman, but this voice was much younger than Qingcheng's. Other than Qingcheng, there was still someone else in the city — was there a woman who knew medicine? Doubtful, Mo Yu grew increasingly anxious to open her eyes to take a look.

His eyelids felt heavy, but he couldn't resist the stubborn desire to open them. He saw the blurry figure in front of him. Although his appearance couldn't be seen clearly, his head of black hair was extremely shocking.

"Where's Qingcheng?" The man couldn't feel the aura of the woman that caused his heart to sink.

"You really don't need my master to help you with such an illness." Xiaoyu's heart skipped a beat as she met his searching gaze. He had just woken up, and before his eyes could focus, he was already looking for his teacher. There was a JQ in there.

Although he hadn't been here for more than half a year, nothing had changed. Long Mo frowned as he looked at the two men in front of him. Although they were older than him, when had there ever been a man in the Qunfang Restaurant other than the clients and the Duke of the Turtle clan? His gaze especially paused on the two men as he looked at them closely.

Ever since his finger disappeared, he had been looking at him strangely. Yao Meng Chen had already gotten used to it and calmly faced his gaze. How could he have expected that Long Mo would treat him as a rival in love?

"Lu Buwei, go call his family in so I can tell them what's important." Xiaoyu sent Lu Buwei away with a smile on her face. After all, it was better for her and her godfather to know all the gossip about their master.

Lu Buwei answered and went out. Xiaoyu saw him closing the door behind him and smiled. "Mm, how long has it been since this young master liked my master?"

"Your master?" Long Mo repeated.

"That's right. Yao Qingcheng is my master, and this is my senior uncle. We are all family, so there is no need to be courteous." Xiaoyu looked expectantly at Long Mo.

"Senior?" Long Mo subconsciously looked at Yao Meng Chen's severed hand.

"What is it? You don't believe me? " In any case, his life was saved by Yao Meng Chen.

Yao Meng Chen lightly coughed, "Little brat, don't mess around."

Fishy hadn't realized at first that this little rascal was shouting at her. When she finally realized what was happening, her face fell. How could she have dug a hole and buried herself in it? Too weak.