Unbridled Medical Expert Consort: Demon Prince, Be Good

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Along the way, countless His Majestys looked at people with surprise. If Zhang Butler was not leading the way, they would not believe that those who looked extremely unreliable would reveal the list to treat the old lady.

"Several, please." Zhang Guanjia faint.

The doctor who treated the old lady for the past three days has no one hundred and eighty, but no one can cure the old lady. Not to mention the cure, even if you can see what the old lady got, there is no one, and there are different opinions. It is simply a guess. Fortunately, the county guards adults have patience, just thinking that they can cure the old lady, and they have not driven these scammers out.

Zhang Guanjia glanced at the person behind him, his heart sneered, and he ignored it. He went straight to Ci'antang.

Behind Zhang Guanjia is four people of different ages and different performances.

The man who walked in the front was gray and straight, and he was about forty years old. The face is awe-inspiring, and the mandible must be fluttering. If it is not a gloomy face, it will have a few gods. He took the lead and said nothing, because he seemed to be the most reliable, otherwise he would not agree to see the old lady.

After all, there are too many people to unveil these days. Those who want to enter the city's main government must first pass through the customs of Zhang Guan, the big housekeeper of the government. Otherwise, even the city government should not want to step in.

The middle-aged man is behind four young people, three men and one woman.

The 17-year-old boy on the left looks very embarrassed, handsome and beautiful, and his lips are red and white. If he is not wearing a man's gown, he can still see a slightly convex throat. I am afraid that it is a girl who is misunderstood.

He looked reddish and walked down, not looking at the people around.

"Little teacher, look, that flower is beautiful... Wow, this house is so beautiful and gorgeous!" The young man who spoke stood on his right side, his face was stupid, but in his early twenties, as if he had never seen the world before. With an exaggerated smile on his face, full of earthen buns.

"This is the city government. It’s so good. If we can live in such a big house, it would be fine..."

"They are all beautifully dressed. What do you see on your sister?"

The woman behind her couldn’t listen anymore. She took a shot of his hand and shouted: "Two tigers, if you talk nonsense again, believe that the uncle will not bring you next time, stay in the inn to keep your luggage! Otherwise, Drive you back to the stockade to feed the mosquitoes!"

When I was a boy, I suddenly shook hands: "No, sister, I don't want to go back to the stockade, don't go back! I would rather stay in the inn, just don't go back! It's hard to come out, I don't want to..."

"Well, better, don't scare the two tigers, you know what he said and what."

A young man with a bamboo pole as a cane stopped the woman and walked limping. He looked pale, gentle and elegant, and looked calm. Can be a blind man, walking high and low, suddenly ruined his temperament.

When Chen Hu heard it, the chicken nodded like a glutinous rice: "Yes, yes, or two brothers, I will help you with the second brother."

The lame youth smiled faintly. "No, I am fine. Two tigers, when you go out, you will say less, read more and talk less, understand?"

Caught the head, Chen Hu frowned. "Oh, can't you talk? But I won't talk for a while..." The words haven't finished yet, and the girl slaps his mouth and smiles. Didn't listen to the two brothers, shut up! Hahahaha, then more words, believe it or not, take a **** and put your mouth..."

"Hmm~~"

Suddenly, the middle-aged man who walked in the front stopped and looked back at the four.

The four people suddenly snorted, and the sound stopped abruptly, as if the heartbeat had accelerated, and he did not dare to move in the same place.

The eyes swept one by one, silenced for a moment, the middle-aged talent turned and left the two words ‘go go,’ and then continued to follow the steward Zhang Ping and walked toward Ci’antang.

After the five people were far away, a group of gimmicks suddenly blew up the pot, and they said it: "This is the person who opened the list today to see the old lady? It doesn't matter if you look at it!"

"Yes, that is! Didn't you see the fool, like a living treasure, I have never seen anything, flowers and plants are rare, and said that the place we live is beautiful, I think this person is a dumpling?"

"The woman is really, she doesn't say anything, but she still touches the man's mouth under the crowd. It's just shameless!"

"I want to say that, the son of Tsing Yi has a few people, but it is actually a blind man, hey! He still has a broken bamboo pole, not even a decent crutches, it is..."

"I think that the little boy who is shy and shameful is not good. Didn't he see his fine skin and tender meat? I was afraid to go to the dark incense hall. It would be a red man of one class for three days, hahahaha..."

A group of people who disgusted and talked with a glance: "Small six sons, it is your most disgusting. Go all the way to the dark incense pavilion all day long! Go away, stay away from us, beware that the lady knows to interrupt you. leg!"

"Little Red Sister, I just said to play, you still take it seriously."

Everyone laughed, groaning, and there was a complaint, and they did not put the five people in mind. There are too many doctors who come to the city to treat the old lady, which is the most unreliable of today. Only the lord of the city is filial, even if I know that the old lady is afraid that it will not work, and at all costs, I just want to delay the old lady to live for a few more days.

All the way around, through the corridor garden, along the bluestone road under the foot into the moon gate, there is finally a two-story building.

Zhang Ping has been listening to the whispers coming from behind, but his face is not faint on his face, standing in the middle of the yard and talking to the middle-aged man behind him: "Mr. Long, my old lady is inside, tired of you going in to the old lady. Look."

The voice just fell, the front door opened, and a woman who was in her early thirties came out.

This woman is a scorpion, a beaded jade, wearing a golden plaque, quite a bit extravagant, her face is round, her eyebrows are scornful, with infinite grace. She just had to step down, but she saw Zhang Ping in front of him, and everyone behind him, and sighed out: "Zhang Guanjia, these people..."

Zhang Ping went up, Christine said: "Mrs. These are the ones that are unveiled today to treat the old lady."

Mrs. Guan swept the middle-aged man and quickly swept his eyes on the remaining four young people. Although he had no hope, he nodded and sighed: "Well, it turned out to be a few doctors, then okay, you bring Several doctors went in to see the old lady, and there was any news to let me know."

"Yes, ma'am." Zhang Pingdao.

I didn’t look at the middle-aged man. The lady’s face was stunned and her heart was full of enthusiasm. The three days of sleepless care had made her unable to support it. Shaking his head, letting him leave the Ci'an Church.

"Hey, the dog's eyes are low!" Among the few people, the woman snorted and was quite dissatisfied. Fortunately, the voice was small and she was not heard by Zhang Ping.

The young man with her lame looked at her and smiled. She shook her head and gestured for her calmness.

The woman licked her mouth and finally did not say anything again.

Zhang Ping formulated a gesture of asking, faintly said: "Please, Mr. Long."

The middle-aged man was about to step forward, Zhang Ping stared at him and the four people were cold and cold: "Mr. Long is treating the old lady, naturally he can go in, but a few will be exempted! The old lady is seriously ill, can't hear the noise. A few are waiting in the yard."

"What? You actually..." The woman who was quick-pressed was dissatisfied. Fortunately, the lame man took her, and after a series of words, she did not say it.

The middle-aged man, known as Mr. Long, is even more uncomfortable. His face is like a red glow. Fortunately, his complexion is black and he doesn't show up for a while, otherwise he is more embarrassed. Trying to control, he looked up at Zhang Ping and said: "Zhang Guanjia, the monk treats the old lady, and needs a helper."

"How is this so trouble?"

Zhang Ping’s brow wrinkled and finally waved his hand impatiently: “Go and go, you can only bring one.”

Mr. Long took a sigh of relief and stared at his still bowed his head. He said, "Small Su, let's go."

"Yes, Shi Shu." Mu Xiaosu said in a whisper, the tweaking of his fingers, like a shy girl, watching Zhang Ping look unhappy.

I am afraid that I have wasted my time today. I haven’t seen it clearly. These people are becoming more and more unreliable. He actually took them to see the old lady. If the old lady is not cured, it will be more serious. Is it bad for him?

With this in mind, Zhang Ping became more worried and did not dare to let the two men leave their sights.

When Mr. Long entered the house, he felt that the smell of the medicine in the air was not scattered, and there was a strong dead air. The two waiters also looked bleak and talked weakly. He became more and more nervous, only afraid that he was wrong today. Fortunately, he glanced at the teenager next to him, still reddish, as if nothing was noticed, and this was a relief.

On the front of the bed, squatting down, faintly visible a figure sleeping inside, as if there is still a slight snoring, overflowing from the eyes of the blind. In this dark room, it is like something that can't be seen, which gives people a strange feeling.

Zhang Pingzheng wanted to open his mouth and let him go to the old lady to cure the disease. Who knows how to hear it, and suddenly a sun shines in, and the room is instantly bright and bright.

"What are you doing?" The waiter was amazed and stared at the boy in front of the window.

"Who asked you to open the window?" Zhang Ping rushed in two steps, and his face was stunned to hold the boy's wrist. "See the wind, let the old lady catch cold, do you start to sin? It's just a slap!"

I have long since regretted it. Zhang Ping looked angry and just wanted to take the boy down. Who knows that the boy’s wrist is like mud, suddenly became slippery, and he broke free from his hands.

The teenager still looked red and looked at him carefully. The voice was with a certainty: "If you don't open the window again, the old lady will die. The air does not flow, all kinds of haze breed, invade the sick, no more than two days. The old lady really didn't save."