Godly Talented Doctor

What can I think of when I come back here. "

"Yeah, I thought so too. But even if I can't remember it, it's good to see the place where I was born. My mother and I have lived here for 12 years."

When talking about the heavy topic, the two of them stopped talking to each other, but just silently accompanied each other, looking at everything that had turned white outside.

Why did he choose Cangzhou as the first stop? When Le Yanzhi learned about Tang Qiu's story from Eunuch Zhao a few months ago, he had this idea.

Cangzhou can be said to be his first hometown, but of course it is not his hometown, it was his childhood favorite.Tang Qiu came to this place from the time she was pregnant until Le Yanzhi had an accident at the age of 12.

Although the current Le Yanzhi himself has no impression of this place, subconsciously, he feels that this place carries too many memories of himself and Tang Qiu.

He just wanted to try to find what he had never experienced before, the environment he lived with Tang Qiu still had that feeling.

As soon as this idea came out, Nangong Yi immediately nodded in agreement. For him, as long as Le Yanzhi didn't do anything dangerous, he would take Le Yanzhi's decision as the standard for all other things.

The door of the pharmacy was pushed open, and Xue Hua hurried into the room, followed by a man wearing a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat, with a layer of snow on his body.

After the man came in, he stood at the door and took off his bamboo hat and coir raincoat, shook his clothes and stomped his feet, and then walked towards Le Yanzhi.

Le Yanzhi looked at the middle-aged man sitting across from him. He was covered in cold air but sweaty on his head, and his breathing was not stable. Maybe his family members were sick and couldn't go out, so he came to invite Le Yanzhi to see him. ?

The man opened his mouth in some embarrassment, "I don't know if I can just follow the prescription without a diagnosis? I heard that the medicinal materials here are much cheaper than other places, so I went halfway around the city to come here."

Le Yanzhi said: "It is also possible to take the medicine directly, but there are not many pharmacists in the store now, and it may be slower if it is processed or brewed on behalf of others."

The man waved his hand boldly, "No need, my mother-in-law will cook, as long as you buy all the things in this recipe."

Le Yanzhi got up and came to the medicine cabinet, and the man also got up and followed Le Yanzhi to the medicine cabinet, "Show me your prescription."

The man carefully took out a neatly folded piece of paper from the lapel, "The original prescription was soaked in snow and torn when it arrived, so I asked someone to rewrite it on the way, so I can show you."

Le Yanzhi took it, opened it seriously, and turned to face the medicine cabinet to prepare the medicine according to the prescription.

He hadn't gone through the content yet, just saw the first word, Le Yanzhi immediately stiffened, couldn't help swallowing, and stared at the words on the paper with his eyes wide open.

"Le Langzhong? Le Langzhong?" The man saw Le Yanzhi standing there motionless for a long time, and called him a few words worriedly.

"Ah?" Le Yanzhi snapped back to his senses.

Nangong Yi also came here after hearing the movement.

"Grab the medicine!" the man reminded.

"Oh!" Le Yanzhi hurriedly read the contents of the prescription, then turned around and went to the medicine cabinet to skillfully dispense the medicine.

Nangong Yi was a little puzzled, so he picked up the prescription and looked at it casually.

Although he didn't know how to do it, Nangong Yi frowned the moment he saw Fang Zi.

This handwriting is too familiar.

Think about it carefully, isn't this Le Yanzhi's handwriting?Strong and handsome.

Thinking about it more carefully, Le Yanzhi didn't write a prescription for him, and this man just said it, and asked someone to rewrite the prescription halfway.

Suddenly, Nangong Yi had an incredible vision.

However, this is a bit absurd, will it be so?

With an attitude of giving it a try, Nangong Yi asked, "Where did you copy this prescription?"

The man was a little worried, "Just go to the right in the north market, and there is a scholar who set up a ghostwriter," he asked worriedly, "What's the matter? Is there a problem with Fang Zi?"

Nangong Yi raised his head, "Ah no, this font is very similar to an old friend of ours. We haven't seen each other for several years. I don't know how the book you mentioned looks like?"

The man thought for a while, "About 30, not tall, with thin skin and tender flesh, just like a frail scholar."

Le Yanzhi dispensed the medicine behind his back, busy with his hands and feet, but in fact he listened to not a single word that was said here.

Nangong Yi excitedly said: "Then is this scholar still there?"

The man thought for a while, and said: "It was still there when I came here, should I have gone back now? It's snowing so much here, and the stall only has a broken roof, so it probably won't continue to be there."

Nangong Yi continued to ask, "Do you know where his house is?"

The man said: "I don't know, I don't come here often, and today is the first time I see this scholar."

Le Yanzhi didn't say a word, frowning, carefully prepared the medicinal materials according to the prescription, packed them skillfully, tied the rope, and finally handed the medicine bag to the man's hand, and finally pulled the abacus with a crisp sound, "A total of one or two Five dollars."

The man handed the money to Nangong Yi, and Nangong Yi took it and put it into the money jar.

The man stood in front of the door and watched the heavy snow outside for a long time. It seemed that it would not stop for a while, so he stopped waiting, put on his coir raincoat and bamboo hat, bent over to protect the medicine bag and ran out.

The man left, and the pharmacy was quiet again.

Le Yanzhi and Nangong Yi looked at each other, neither of them said a word, but the thought that they couldn't believe it was true, but they both hoped it was true was conveyed to each other in an instant.

Their hearts must have figured it out at this moment.

Le Yanzhi ran to the door to get an umbrella, while Nangong Yi went to the small room behind to get their thick cloaks.The two don't need any communication.

At the same time, he ran to the door, and Nangong Yi locked the pharmacy.

When he turned around and ran down the steps, Nangong Yi was suddenly grabbed by Le Yanzhi, "Wait a minute," Le Yanzhi suddenly felt nervous and scared at this moment, "Could it... be fake?"

Nangong Yi looked at Le Yanzhi firmly, he suddenly understood Le Yanzhi's worry, he was afraid that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

"At this time, there must be no one there. Let's go and check the location first. When the snow stops tomorrow, we will go and see if there is anyone there."

Le Yanzhi's eye circles were a little red, but he still nodded.

Although it's a bit unbelievable, that style of writing is absolutely convincing. That font, the only font that Le Yanzhi has practiced since he came to this world is this, Tang Qiu's font.

But there are some things that are difficult to explain. In the cemetery in the capital, Tang Qiu's tombstone has already been erected there. How could she appear here?

But no matter what, they must go and have a look to confirm this matter for themselves, even if it is absurd, they will admit it.

Nangong Yi held up the umbrella and tightly hugged Le Yanzhi's shoulders, and the two ran to the market not far away.

Go to the right in the market, and there is indeed a stall near the end.

There is a small wooden table against the wall in the palm-sized place, with a piece of tattered cloth covering the top, and a piece of black ink on one corner of the table, which looks like it was spilled on it.

The two stood silently facing this place for a long time, and they seemed to see Tang Qiu, a frail scholar disguised as a man sitting across the table, holding a pen and smiling to write letters for others.

Le Yanzhi smiled slightly, "Maybe it's true!"

"Let's have a look tomorrow."

"Ah."

On the way back, the two walked much more briskly, and Le Yan smiled all the way, always feeling that something incredible would happen.

That night, Le Yanzhi didn't care whether he was tired or not, and took Nangong Yi back to the house after dinner.

Nangong Yi was bewitched by Le Yanzhi that night. Even after many years, he would still feel endless aftertaste when he recalled this night. Le Yan was active and enthusiastic, showing coquettishness.

As a result, Nangong Yi almost couldn't get out of bed the next day with weak legs.

2,

People are always very greedy, knowing that this is absolutely impossible, but they still wholeheartedly hope that it is true.

Even Le Yanzhi and Nangong Yi had seen Tang Qiu's tomb, and had confirmed with Lao Gu that there was indeed a corpse inside, but at this moment, the two of them were still standing in front of this small table full of hope.

"Why hasn't this man come?" Le Yanzhi stomped his feet back and forth, the snow that fell yesterday hadn't melted at all, and he was almost unconscious when he stood here all this time.

Nangong Yi saw that the sky had finally changed from the early morning mist to the current daybreak, "Maybe that person hasn't woken up yet?" In the bleak morning, even the vendors hadn't come out yet.

Le Yanzhi exhaled into his hands, then rubbed his hands, and complained with a smile, "This is too unprofessional, let customers wait here since before dawn, and don't want to make money if they have money."

Nangong Yi tightened his outer robe for him, "It's obvious that you came here before dawn. This stall is here, so people can't escape."

The sun came out, but the snow still hadn't melted. The tea shops not far away opened their doors, and small vendors who carried burdens and sold things began to appear on the street.

Le Yanzhi insisted on standing by the small table, not wanting to leave for a moment, but it was snowing and cold, so he could only stomp his heels and jump.

Even the hawker selling steamed buns who passed by couldn't stand it, "Guest officer, the scholar who set up the stall will come out almost noon, you should go back and wait. And it's so cold today, he may not come ah!"

Nangong Yi hurriedly asked, "Then do you know how to get to the scholar's house? We can come and find him."

The peddler shook his head, "I don't know, hey, you don't look like people who can't write, why do you have to ask someone to write?"

"Ahaha," Nangong Yi said awkwardly, "I can't write because my hand is injured, and I have a family letter to write, so I can only find the gentleman here to write it for me."

"It's so cold..." The peddler shook his head