I am the master of medicine god

Chapter 611
Wang Yuen's face turned cold: "You still have this idea?"

"Isn't this human nature?" Wang Xiping said smugly, "You went to Kuizhi with Jie Rulin. In name, you are a distinguished guest there. If you eat hot food and drink hot food, they will definitely not neglect you."

Jie Rulin glanced at Wang Xiping in dissatisfaction. Although Wang Xiping was right, it still made people feel a little uncomfortable to be exposed for such a big one.

Wang Yuen frowned and said, "I didn't go there to enjoy myself... Can you tell me otherwise."

"So do you agree? Or do you disagree?"

While they were talking, a little beggar slowly approached them, holding a broken bowl, his voice was hoarse and childish: "Three uncles... please do me well... I haven't eaten for a long time..."

Wang Xiping turned his head, and saw that he was only thirteen or fourteen years old, his complexion was sallow, he was wearing patchwork clothes, which were already rotten, and his clothes were not covering his body. He was stepping on the ground with his bare feet, and his toes were black. Can't see the original color.

Before they could speak, the owner of the teahouse came out angrily: "What's the matter with you? Didn't you tell you to go somewhere else? Get out, don't get in the way of the uncle's business here!"

After finishing speaking, Feiqi kicked the little beggar.

Wang Xiping stood up abruptly, but the little beggar got this firm kick and jumped to the side, onto Jie Rulin.

Jie Rulin hurriedly got up: "What are you doing!"

"Ouch! I'm so sorry! I'm sorry!" The owner of the teahouse panicked and scolded angrily, "Don't hurry up and apologize to the uncle, hurry up and get out!"

Who knew that the little beggar seemed to have never heard of it, just lying on Jie Rulin's seat, staring at the untouched side dishes ordered by Wang Xiping and others on the table, and his throat moved.

"Why are you so fierce." Wang Xiping glared at the teahouse owner, "I'll order some more food and a bowl of soup." After speaking, he took out a silver ingot from his pocket and put it on the table.

The owner of the teahouse is a man who only cares about money, Wang Yuen and Jie Rulin looked at Wang Xiping in puzzlement.

"You really have a bodhisattva's heart." Wang Yuen frowned and said, "This beggar smells too bad. Even if you want to do good deeds, at least let him go away. How can we talk about things here?"

"Then you guys go over there and have a good talk."

Wang Xiping has learned medical skills, who hasn't seen it?Those rich people are sick, and they don't smell much better. Why don't they dislike it at this time?Instead, do you dislike a little beggar who can be cleaned by washing with water?

Naturally, Wang Yuen didn't dare to talk back to Wang Xiping, and revealed that Rulin was carrying Kuizhi's imperial airs, but just waved his sleeves in dissatisfaction. Now that it's important to talk about business, the two moved to a seat closer to the inside.

The little beggar got up in embarrassment, but he didn't jump on the table to devour it, but just stood there quietly.

Wang Xiping was a little curious. This kid exudes a feeling of being well-educated since he was a child, and he doesn't look like a beggar.

"Sit down and eat, this meal is my treat." Wang Xiping raised his hand to pull him over, holding that slender wrist, Wang Xiping was taken aback.

This guy is severely malnourished, and his internal energy has quietly penetrated in. He should be over fifteen or sixteen years old, and it seems that he has been hungry for a long time.

"I, I'll just go over there and eat."

The little beggar probably sensed the look in the eyes of the teahouse owner who seemed to want to kill someone, so he cringed and said, "Don't worry, I will return the money for this meal to you."

"This is all for later. I have paid for it anyway. There is no reason for people to come to eat. This store will drive people away. You sit down."

Seeing what Wang Xiping said, the little beggar was probably very hungry, so he sat down cautiously.

Wang Xiping carefully observed his posture. When he sat down, his legs were placed steadily and his waist was straight, including the gesture of holding chopsticks.

"Let me ask you, where did you come from?" Wang Xiping picked up a chopstick of braised pork and gave it to the little beggar: "Looking at your appearance and the tone of your voice, you don't look like someone from Zhanluo."

The little beggar stuffed a mouthful of the braised pork that melted in his mouth, his delicious eyes almost narrowed: "Well, I'm from Changtian, Southern District."

"South District? Changtian?"

There is not much movement between the southern district and the eastern district. It is said that because the two emperors did not agree with each other, Emperor Zhanluo cut off the road connecting the two districts in a fit of anger. As a result, nearly 30 years later, the two districts Didn't communicate much.

Therefore, it is indeed a bit strange that people from the Southern District appear here. Could it be... a smuggling?

Seeing the puzzled look on Wang Xiping's face, the little beggar hurriedly explained: "Well... I have lived here in Zhanluo since I was a child, and the southern district... I have never been there. But my father told my mother , I am the head of the southern district, Tianren..."

Wang Xiping smiled: "I don't doubt your identity, but you have parents, how could you become a beggar."

The little beggar put down his chopsticks and put his hands on his thighs, very politely: "My father and mother have passed away for many years, and I grew up relying on Baijia rice alone."

Still an orphan...

"Don't be so trembling with so many etiquettes, hurry up and eat." Wang Xiping felt a little more compassionate. This child seems to be well-educated, and he is probably a son of some kind of family in the Southern District, but he is malnourished. It is definitely not something that can be starved for a few days.

The little beggar nodded, and then picked up the chopsticks.

"Well, big brother, I just heard you talk about the symptoms of prolonged sleep." The little beggar saw that Wang Xiping had no airs, and gradually let go of his guard: "In my opinion, it is probably caused by 'narcolepsy. '."

Wang Xiping stopped, and looked at the little beggar in surprise.

"My father has recorded this symptom in the book, and I will look it up when I am free. The cause of this disease is mostly related to the things we have been exposed to and eaten." The little beggar didn't notice Wang Xiping's eyes at all, and said to himself: " The food we eat is what we usually eat, but there are things that are incompatible with the food, which will paralyze people's internal organs and fall into a deep sleep state."

The little beggar became more and more excited as he talked. It seemed that he had found a kindred spirit. From time to time, he would pop out a few words that only those who studied medicine would understand.

Wang Xiping listened to him calmly, and finally the little beggar choked and coughed several times, Wang Xiping poured him a cup of tea: "Then what about the things you touch?
"In fact, there are many things that come into contact with. For example, in the palace, everyone will use that kind of soothing incense. At this time, the dose should be increased. Generally, this effect can be achieved..."

As soon as the little beggar raised his eyes, he met Wang Xiping's meaningful eyes, and immediately blushed, "Did I say too much?"

(End of this chapter)