I'm probably a fake doctor

Zheng Paohui has the name of cannon fodder, and the life of cannon fodder.

He has lived in the shadow of his elder brother since he was a child.His eldest brother Zheng Linyue has learned all the six arts and scriptures since he was a child, and he is known as Mr. Wushuang.And he could only watch his elder brother Chunfeng triumphantly suffer from horseshoe disease in a cramped corner.

He is often told by his mother to chase after his eldest brother, but after more than ten years of pursuit, his eldest brother is still a big brother, and the mud is still mud.

He used to be sick of the world and angry with the vulgar, and he painted this life with a stroke of madness, lamenting that life will never come again, and everyone in the world will blame me.

He actually recruited some down-and-out students.

Upstairs in Yueyang Tower recited poems, while Zhang Ping chanted and drank under the willows.The days are happy, but the emptiness is getting heavier and heavier.

Countless nights of sobering up, he sat up, the moon outside the window was as cool as water, the bamboo shadows were mottled, and the breeze blowing past was unbelievably steep.

On the second day, he was still the son of the superior minister in the eyes of everyone, and he was taken advantage of by spending money.

Everyone's admiration seems to be no worse than that Hanlin bachelor who has traveled all over Chang'an.

For a moment, he was fascinated by these rhetoric.

A dandy is not necessarily a dandy, the cannon fodder is just a child with a missing corner of his brain.

He had heard early on that his elder brother had a good friend named Lin Zhuo bandit, a royal doctor in Pingkangli, who was skilled in rejuvenation with the art of apricot forest.

A doctor is just a doctor, a doctor who "there is no such idiot in the world."

He "met" him.

It is really clear and unparalleled, and deserves the reputation of throwing fruity cars.

Zheng Paohui darkly imagined his relationship with his elder brother.

Sweeping the couch to greet each other, sleeping on feet, autumn moon and spring breeze, beautiful flowers and full moon, gift of turbid wine, mandarin ducks hugging each other, red waves rolling, prostitution in the daytime, people who are as good as they can be, young women in their mid-life, beautiful hair born early, and beauty died early.

On the one hand, he felt ashamed of himself, and at the same time, he was unreasonably excited because he dragged his god-like elder brother down from Toad Palace.

Just as he was about to molest the doctor, he was beaten away by a man in black.

It hurts, it hurts very much, his internal organs seem to be displaced, his mind is buzzing, and it takes a while to feel the world around him.

The old woman was crying falsely beside her.

Anger swept through Zheng Paohui, he wanted to destroy everything, and he was soberly aware of how weak he was.

No strength, no talent, no real people.

It was a mistake for him to live!

The more inferior he is, the more arrogant he is. The self-protection mechanism of the human body nests the little him under its own wings, exposing his spine full of spikes.

Then, all his pride was defeated by a simple word.

He couldn't face his big brother.

He ran away in embarrassment, feeling that he was a joke.

God is always kind to those who grieve, and it rains heavily for them to hide their tears.

He walked quickly to a dilapidated temple, and the dilapidated gate made a creaking sound.

The inside of the temple was very dark, and he could barely see his fingers. While patting the rain on his body, he took out a fire pocket from his pocket and lit it.

The tiny flame flickered, like a dancer who was unwilling to be lonely, giving full play to her enthusiasm.

He took two steps, and something soft on the soles of his feet tripped him, and he looked down, scaring him so much that he almost dropped what he was holding.

A... dead body!

The corpse king moved his fingers, he forced himself to calm down, and held back his nausea, and stretched his fingers to the man's nose.

Well, there is still breathing.

He lit the fire on the collapsed candlestick, holding the candlestick to look at the man's face.

Unexpectedly, the sword eyebrows were on the temples, the nose was hanging like a gall, and with just one glance, a righteous hero came to his face.

The man's eyes were closed tightly, the eyeballs were trembling under the eyelids, his lips were twitching because of the whitening and peeling, Zheng Paohui turned his head sideways and moved closer to his lips, hearing the man's extremely small voice.

"water......"

Zheng Paohui hesitated for a moment, brought the water in front of him, and fed him little by little.

I also felt that I couldn’t leave him alone here. I opened the door and saw that the wind and rain outside were coming and going quickly. The sun was shining on the brand-new building, and the water stains in the ground were fresh and delightful.

He thought for a while, ran out and pulled a farmer in, borrowed an ox cart, and took that man to the hospital.

Looking at this person in the sun, he looks even more handsome, Zheng Paohui thought:

If I save this man, his life is mine.

I want him to be by my side all the time, just like the man in black next to the doctor.