Wanjie Dream Harvester

Chapter 85 Healing [Please recommend tickets!Ask for a reward! 】

Chen Hengzhi sat on the low stool next to the bed, stretched out his hand and grabbed A Zhu's right wrist, catching her pulse with three fingers, a stream of zhenqi came out from the fingers, went along her wrist, and entered her body.

The majestic innate qi entered A'Zhu's body, and Chen Hengzhi's spiritual power attached to it. As I saw with my own eyes, the internal organs in her body were already in chaos, and it was a miracle that she could sustain it until now.

A'Zhu's injury was related to his mission, so Chen Hengzhi naturally did his best.

His true energy turned into a repairman, constantly moving the moved organs back to their original positions, expelling the residual internal force on them, and activating their organs.

Starting from the heart, to the lungs, liver and gallbladder, kidneys, spleen and stomach... It is like repairing electrical appliances, connecting the circuit lines one by one.

Qiao Feng stood in front of him, watching this scene nervously, seeing A'Zhu's complexion slowly turn from pale to rosy, and his whole complexion much better than before, he couldn't help but feel extremely happy.

After a long time, Chen Hengzhi withdrew his fingers and stood up, looked at Qiao Feng, and said, "I'll write a prescription for her later, and let her drink a few doses to nourish her body, and she will be fine after a period of rest."

"Really, it's really great!"

Qiao Feng rubbed his hands happily, and then, seeing the weird eyes of everyone looking at him, he coughed lightly, blushed, bowed his hands to Chen Hengzhi solemnly, and said, "Mr. If you have something to do, just ask, even if you go through fire and water, Qiao Feng will not hesitate to do so."

Chen Hengzhi put down the brush, blew on the handwriting on the paper, and after the handwriting was completely dry, he handed him the prescription and said, "Okay, I'll keep this in mind, and remember to send me an invitation when you have a wedding."

Qiao Feng took the prescription and said in a dull voice, "This, this..."

Standing up from the desk, Chen Hengzhi glanced at everyone, and said to Qiao Feng: "The doctor's orders are all written on it, let Miss Ah Zhu take the medicine on time, rest a lot, and she will be back to normal after half a month. If there is nothing else, I will Say goodbye first."

Qiao Feng hurriedly said, "I'll see Mr. Chen off."

Duan Yu, who had been acting as a passerby in the background, heard the words, and hurriedly said: "Brother Qiao, take care of Miss A Zhu, I'll see Mr. Chen off."

Seeing this, Qiao Feng had no choice but to give up, cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Chen, walk slowly, forgive Qiao Feng for not being able to send him away."

Chen Hengzhi waved his hand: "Okay, go ahead, it's just unnecessary politeness."

. . . . . .

I heard that Xiangshuixie is the name of a courtyard. It is located in the Yanziwu at the foot of Xuantou Mountain in the west of Wuxi City, on the side of Taihu Lake. It is Azhu's residence. Although she is the maid of the Murong family, she has a higher status than ordinary servants. , with a separate residence.

Walking in the corridors of this abode, Chen Hengzhi suddenly asked, "What doubts does Mr. Duan have?"

Duan Yu was asked what was on his mind, he scratched his head in embarrassment, and said in a low voice: "Mr. "

Chen Hengzhi stopped, stood with his hands behind his back, looked at Taihu Lake in the distance, and said with a faint smile, "You already guessed it, didn't you?"

Duan Yu staggered when he heard the words, he didn't dare to answer: "Could it be..."

Chen Hengzhi returned a look that you understand.

Duan Yu froze in place, with unstoppable sadness overflowing his face. He never thought that if he likes one, his sister; if he likes another, his sister;

He muttered to himself: "God, why did you treat me like this, what did I do wrong? What should I do?"

Chen Hengzhi on the side said leisurely: "Duan Shizi, you do not know your blessings in the midst of blessings. As the son of Dali Kingdom, it can be said that you are naturally much higher than most people in the world at the beginning. Jade food, prosperity and wealth, endless enjoyment.

In this world, except for a few people, who else can match your conditions?

A manly man, born and raised in the world, what he should do is to make meritorious deeds in order to keep his name in history, instead of being obsessed with women, lingering in the pile of rouge and unable to extricate himself.

You enjoy the rights of being the eldest son of Dali, and you also have the obligation to think about the thousands of people in Dali. How to make the country prosperous and strong, and the people live and work in peace, is what you should consider.

This is both your obligation and your responsibility.

You think about it! "

Chen Hengzhi also expressed his feelings. As for whether Duan Yu listens or not, it depends on his own choice.

After finishing speaking, seeing Duan Yu immersed in thinking, Chen Hengzhi quietly left and returned to his temporary residence in this world.

This is a small courtyard with two entrances, located in the east of Wuxi City. Everyone in the neighborhood knows that this young student who has just moved here for more than three months is a storyteller. At home, I don’t know what I am doing.

Chen Hengzhi walked all the way from the end of the alley, and greeted neighbors from time to time: "Xiao Chen is back!" "Xiao Chen is going to tell the story again!"

He responded from time to time, walking non-stop, came to a door at the end of the alley, took out the key in his pocket, "clicked", opened the copper lock on the door bolt, and walked in.

He closed the door casually and walked into the yard.

Looking up, this house covers an area of ​​hundreds of square meters. There is a yard in front of it. The path paved with cobblestones extends to the front hall. There is grass on both sides of the yard. There is a pavilion on the left and a big grape trellis on the right.

Chen Hengzhi stepped up to the stone table under the small pavilion, sat on the stone bench, poured a cup of tea, and drank it all in one gulp. After that, he picked up the books on the table and carefully checked them from beginning to end.

On the cover of the book, the four big characters "Xiao Li Feidao" are faintly visible.

It has been more than three months since I came to this world, and I have talked about three books in the Songhe Tower, from "Xiao Li Feidao" and "Lu Xiaofeng" at the beginning to "Peerless Twins" at the end.

As for the stories told to Qiao Feng that day, they were just improvisational ideas, and there were too many to count. During this period, the audience also went from two or three at the beginning to an endless stream later.

It can be said that the profession of storyteller, which only emerged in the late Qing Dynasty, was born more than [-] years earlier by Chen Hengzhi.

With the word of mouth of the merchants, the storytelling he said spread to the north and south of the river, and many businessmen with active minds came to him and said that his book could be published.

Chen Hengzhi was moved when he heard the words, it seemed that most of the traversers liked to do Wenchaogong, and they regarded this method as the first pot of gold for starting a business.

Without him, low cost, no risk, high profit, and earning fame, it is really the only magic weapon for fellow travelers.

Chen Hengzhi chose one who was pleasing to the eye among a group of bookstore shopkeepers who came to his door, and negotiated the book publishing contract with him. Now the "Little Li Feidao" in his hand is the sample book he just received. After he checks it is correct, he can notify the bookstore to start mass printing and selling.

(End of this chapter)