Female student: I'm sorry, the prince is mine.

Before going to bed, Nanshan went to his mother's courtyard through the back door. Seeing that everything was fine, he returned to Wormwood Lane to rest with peace of mind.

A good night's sleep.

In the morning, everyone ate together in the flower hall. Grandma Dryad prepared several medicinal meals. After eating, Nanshan checked Xuan Qingyi's pulse. After a night of adjustments, his condition was much more stable, and Nanshan was very satisfied.

The weather is nice today. Nanshan and Achun want to go out together to see if there are any other things that people need but are not easy to buy in the market in Langzhou.

Before going out, Nanshan went to Tingfeng Court to see Xuan Qingyi.

"Well, the medicinal spring can take several Ningxin Pills in one day. Not bad." Nanshan nodded and took back his hand for diagnosing the pulse.

"Well, thank you." Xuan Qingyi raised the corners of his lips slightly. Today he was wearing black clothes, and the purple in his eyes was much lighter, leaving amber eyes with a hint of golden light, and her face reflected very clearly.

Nanshan's face felt hot, and he quickly took out a box of ointment and put it in front of him: "Remember to use it every day." Although the zhenqi in the body has stabilized, the pain on the back of the scales will still be there for a long time after this big fight.

After putting down the ointment, Nanshan and Achun put on their curtain hats and secretly went out.

Although he said it was secretly, he was bumped into by A Zhuang who was guarding the outer courtyard, so A Zhuang asked the boy to go and talk to Wu Shen before following the eldest lady and Achun out.

He didn't want to give up any evidence, so that his husband could have an excuse to pursue him.

The three of them walked to Zhongxing Street without taking the carriage. When they passed by Nanshan Mansion, they saw the landlord sitting at the door and dozing. Nanshan twitched his lips. Usually, these people were very attentive. They stayed like this when the master left, so as not to attract thieves. It's a blessing.

Just as he was about to turn around, he saw Qian San pulling a little girl towards the door. Nanshan's jaw was about to drop. There were really no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys were the kings.

No wonder she didn't see any signs of trouble for the people in Huayuge when she sneaked back last night. Now she knew that he didn't have time at all.

I thought that Fu Yue's thunderous method of managing the family would be somewhat effective, but I didn't expect that her bitch would be so impatient. Tsk, tut, she might be tricked by him one day.

Nanshan looked away from these people and strode forward.

Zhongxing Street is located in the busy city of Langzhou. There are various shops on both sides of the street. The places that people don't often visit are in the alleys that branch off the street. At the far west end of the street is a huge vegetable market, where many people make a living in the morning, noon and evening.

Nanshan didn't plan to walk that far, so he just walked and walked among the shops on the street, and before he knew it, he came to an alley dedicated to a medicine shop.

This place is located in the west of the whole street. Unlike popular shops such as rice, noodles, grains and oils, which need to be in a conspicuous position, the customer flow is smaller, but it is not afraid of no one coming. After all, when you have a headache or a fever, you must follow the prescribed medicine. Because it is a medical center, it is relatively quiet and even the smallest sounds can be heard.

Not far ahead is Dr. Zhang's shop where the original owner's mother dispensed medicine. The group of people were about to walk there when a man in brocade clothes hurried past them. His footsteps were heavy and his body was unsteady, and he almost bumped into them.

"Walk well." Achun and Azhuang said in unison, blocking Nanshan behind them.

Nanshan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. How could she be so weak? She heard the man's voice and had already moved away. What's more...she glanced at him and said, "Don't you smell the blood on his body?"

The two of them came back to their senses, nodded heavily, and saw that the man was walking forward with a slight bow, as if he had an abdominal injury. The clothes on his body were not ordinary fabrics, but he came to see a doctor alone. He was afraid that he was halfway there. Something dangerous happened.

The man looked around outside Dr. Zhang's shop and suddenly ducked under the counter displaying low-priced herbal medicines at the door of the drug store.

Hasn't the tail been thrown off yet? Just as Nanshan thought about this, a strong wind blew behind him, and several tall men with their faces covered appeared behind him. They quickly gave way and stood by the herbal table, pretending to choose herbs.

The masked man looked back and forth and saw no panic-looking passers-by. Then he searched for a while. The leader waved his hand, and the masked man quickly disappeared into the long alley.

Nanshan listened carefully and made sure that the footsteps of those people could not be heard, and then knocked on the table twice: "Young Master in the audience, the tail has left. Why don't you come into this shop with us to choose some medicine?"

After a brief period of silence, a soft sound came from under the stage. After a while, a man in brocade clothes emerged from under the stage: "Thank you, girl, for saving my life."

The man in front of him folded his hands and bowed, and there was still blood on his hands. Nanshan saw that he was in his twenties, and his brows were full of decisive and heroic aura. He was also weathered, even more so than Xuan Qing. A lot of exposed murderous intent.

Nanshan intuitively felt that the man in front of him was not easy to deal with, and to beat such an untouchable person to serious injuries, the master behind those masked men was even more ruthless.

"It doesn't matter. The young master is still bleeding. It's better to go in and see the doctor quickly." The wind blew up the gauze curtain in front of the hat, revealing a mole on the end of Nanshan's eyebrows.

The man bowed slightly, turned around and entered the pharmacy.

"Let's go and take a look." It's time for my mother's medicine to be changed. With this in mind, Nanshan stepped in with the two people behind him.

Dr. Zhang's medicine shop is called "Yiyi Thatched Cottage". It was opened by himself when he was young. He traveled around the world and was willing to do his best to treat all kinds of diseases, so he got this name.

Among all the "medical halls", this "thatched cottage" is extremely conspicuous. In addition, the space here is spacious. It is not only a medicine shop, but also some difficult or serious diseases can be rented in the backyard of the medical cottage to recuperate. Easy to view at any time.

Nanshan walked among the herbs, thinking carefully in his mind. Dr. Zhang is well-informed. Looking at the name and layout of this medical clinic, you can tell that he is also a person with fantastic ideas. Such a person must have a lively mind and can find opportunities to cooperate.

The clerk at the counter was making calculations and recording accounts without raising his head. After a while, a clerk covered in blood hurriedly ran out, hurriedly plundered the medicine on the counter, and hurriedly went in again.

Nanshan saw that the waiter was holding only herbs to stop bleeding, so he covered his mouth with a handkerchief and said, "Brother, the front of the waiter just now was covered with blood, which was really scary. Is it possible that your medical clinic is still beating people?" "

The clerk at the counter was obviously used to this kind of posture. He raised his eyebrows and saw a woman wearing a curtain opposite. Thinking that some respectable girl from the deep house came out to get medicine for the master, he said: "The girl doesn't know something. We Mr. Jia is a well-known medical expert, and he usually takes care of some dying patients, so don’t let your mind wander."

"The girl is not from Langzhou, right?" The waiter denied the conjecture. Usually, when wealthy families come to get medicine, they are all experienced mothers, and the person in front of them obviously doesn't know much about Yiyi Medical Cottage. In Langzhou, they know a lot about their medicine. The only people who have never heard of it are strangers passing by.

"My little girl from Qingzhou, I didn't expect there to be such a powerful doctor in Langzhou. It's because I'm ignorant." Nanshan said a few perfunctory words, then looked towards the backyard: "My master suddenly fell ill after a long journey. I don't know if I can see him." Looking at the wing rooms in the backyard, choose one for my master to recuperate from his illness?"