The host of Kuaichuan, his style of painting is wrong

Chapter 317 Jun Moxiao, Drunk on the Battlefield (End)
What surprised people from different countries the most was Dazhao's medical skills.

Ten miles long street, who doesn't know that there is a miracle doctor in Qingshui Village.The poor do not collect medical fees, and even pay for their medicines.

Even though some people pretend to have no money, go into the pharmacy, take the medicine and leave, the doctor in the pharmacy will not say much, let alone beat people.

After all, the shopkeeper of the pharmacy is a disabled person with diseased legs and blind eyes.

Sitting in a wheelchair all day to see the doctor in the backyard, the pharmacist was invited in the front hall.

"You're not sick, the next one." Cen Mu took his pulse and immediately drove him away.

There are people like this every day. After all, there is no charge for seeing a doctor, but only for medicine. Everyone wants to have a checkup for themselves.

There are many people queuing up every day, and Cen Mu is not impatient, but quickly dismisses them.

The wind and frost in Mobei did not make Cen Mu rough, his dark eyes stared blankly at the front, holding a fat cat in his arms.

Xie Changjun sat at the doctor's table, staring at him motionless. When those white and clean fingers touched his pulse, the warm touch let him know that it was really not a dream!

He's still alive, he's still alive...

Cen Mu's fingers covered his wrist again, and then frowned: "My friend, I told you that you are not sick, please ask the next one, don't waste the time of the people behind."

In this backyard, where are the people behind?

Since Xue Zhan brought Xie Changjun to find this pharmacy, he immediately led people to clear everyone in the backyard.

"I'm sick."

After a long silence, Xie Changjun spoke.

Cen Mu curled his fingers slightly, and looked forward with his unfocused eyes, dark and lifeless.

"Thank...Xie Changjun?" Cen Mu's voice trembled, as if he was having a big spring and autumn dream.

So long ago, this voice.

Every day he fantasizes about hearing Xie Changjun's voice again, but he has saved countless people, and there are also people whose voice is exactly the same as Xie Zhangjun's.

In the end it wasn't him.

For two years, Cen Mu was already in despair, so desperate that he thought Xie Changjun would not come to him.

He heard that Dazhao had won, that both Xue Zhan and Xie Changjun had worshiped as prime ministers, and that the country was prosperous and the people were safe, and the world was stable.

All the gods and beasts appeared, but Xie Zhangjun never found him.

"What's the matter with your eyes and legs?" Xie Changjun held Cen Mu's hand. There were not many waves on his face, but his heart could not be calm all the time, and the waves were turbulent.

"It was left behind." Cen Mu didn't want to mention this matter.

He was indeed seriously injured that year, and his legs were almost crippled.

But it was Xiao Zixuan who made him like this.He thought that someone as proud as Xiao Zixuan would not do anything to him, but in the end he underestimated a person's jealousy.

Xiao Zixuan didn't kill him, but he didn't heal him either, and left to fend for herself, that's about it.

Cen Mu's fate was fatal and he was rescued.But these legs are useless after all, and for some reason, the eyes can no longer see clearly.

Otherwise, he would have gone to find Mr. Xie himself.

"I'm late." Xie Changjun said hoarsely.

Cen Mu shook his head, and lazily leaned back in the rocking chair, like an old man beheading someone.

"It's not too late." He said, "You gave me a stable and prosperous world."

Cen Mu did not charge medical fees and it was not without rules. Tell him a story about Mr. Xie, or bring news from the capital.

Even if you are thousands of miles apart, even if you can't see your eyes, even if you can only move by means of transportation.

He can still be the closest to the person he likes, know everything about him, know that he has become a great hero in the hearts of the people, and know that he has eliminated the biggest traitor.

The person he likes is not a traitor.

Relying on the free medical treatment, he knew Xie Changjun who was far away in the capital like the back of his hand.He runs this pharmacy under the name Xie Changjun.

But after waiting for two years, it is considered to be waiting.

It seems that it is not too late.

Cen Mu smiled, basking lazily in the sun, suddenly Cen Mu vacated.

The catalpa in his arms had already jumped away, and Cen Mu tightly grasped Mr. Xie's collar with both hands, "Mr. Xie, you are sick, right?"

Xie Changjun nodded, "Yes".

"Thinking of you makes you sick, and there is no cure for medicine and stone."

　【Good night】

　　
　
(End of this chapter)