[Comprehensive] Shining like the sun and the moon

These words obviously exhausted all of Xu Xian's courage and shame.

In all fairness, Xu Xian is a good person. Although he is not smart, he works very hard and doesn't talk too much. He is a person who is willing to do things seriously, but there is a little bit of courage.

Of course, Tan Zhao will not refuse Xu Xian to come back, but: "Of course, but Chinese, have you really thought it through in your heart?"

Obvious obscurity flashed across Xu Xian's face. He naturally wanted to come back, but he also remembered the expectations and worries of his sister and brother-in-law, and he was clearly engaged in a tug-of-war.

"In Chinese, being a human being is like being a scholar. You can't rush easily. As long as you have a goal in mind and keep walking toward it, even if the road goes sideways, you can just walk back." Tan Zhao said At this point, I stopped throwing chicken soup at will, "But the door of Yongji Hall is always open for you."

Xu Xian was shy, guilty of his own recklessness, but also saddened by his situation and cowardice. It would be great if he could live as free and easy as Dr. Xia, but he is him, and he cannot live as Dr. Xia. This: "Xiaosheng understands, thank you Doctor Xia for your advice."

After finishing speaking, he bowed deeply, turned around and merged into the crowd.

Xiaoqing blinked and blinked, a little confused: "What did you just say, why does he look like he just woke up from a dream?"

"Bruised boy, the door is only half open!" Tan Zhao pointed to the door and reminded.

Xiaoqing held the door panel and jumped up: "It's Yu Qing, not a bruise, Xia Wu, are you deaf!"

Tan Zhao nodded: "That's right, your ears won't work when you get old, bruises, boy, do it well!"

Xiaoqing was so angry that she wanted to slam the door panel.

Tan Zhao pushed the wheelchair and walked in. He was in a good mood, and suddenly became interested in making wine.

He is a person who always indulges himself very much when he is in a good mood. He has just come back from the outside, and he is going to run outside again. Xiaoqing has just opened a shop, and seeing someone going out again, he couldn't help asking: "Are you there again?" What are you going to do?"

Tan Zhao replied firmly: "Spend money!"

"Take me! I can do it!"

Facts have proved that Xiaoqing is indeed capable. He can not only help push the wheelchair, but also work part-time as a humanoid self-propelled lifter, which is perfect.

"Xiawu, you spend money like this, isn't the store going to open?" Even if he is a fledgling fish demon, he can still see the prodigal ability of an unscrupulous doctor.

"Don't worry, I can't pour."

...Where did you get the courage to say this, Xiaoqing is also convinced.

The two have been "shopping" until noon, and they simply ate before coming back. There are still a lot of fresh melons and fruits in the south of the Yangtze River in this midsummer, all kinds of berries, as well as cold melons, red bayberries, etc. He happened to be here today Seeing some old farmers selling fresh red bayberry on the street, they simply rounded up all of them, which is the most appropriate way to make red bayberry shochu.

Back at Yongji Hall, naturally no patients came to the door, and even an apprentice could not be recruited. Tan Zhao glanced at the "fake" bruised boy, and couldn't help feeling a little desperate.

"Hey - what kind of eyes are you looking at?"

"Look at the Bodhisattva's eyes, Grandpa Herring, please do me a favor."

Xiaoqing was obviously fumed by the words, so she said in a rough voice, "What's the matter?"

Naturally, it's a labor of love.

Take two boxes of red bayberries to the yard, dry them in the sun to make candied fruit, save them to make red bayberry roast chicken and red bayberry sauce, and Tan Zhao is ready to make red bayberry wine with the rest.

He had two ancient recipes on hand, one was soaked in wine, and the other was fermented with fruit acid alone, and Tan Zhao decided to try both.

"Are you sure the wine you make is drinkable?" The medicine prescribed can make people faint. Where does the confidence to make wine come from?

"Whether you can drink it or not, we will know then."

After working for an hour, the wine seal was ready, and Tan Zhao saw Rong Yao rushing out excitedly: "Doctor Xia, Xiaofu, she is awake!"

"Push the old man to have a look."

Rong Yao immediately stepped forward to push the wheelchair, and arrived at the ward in a short while. Xiaoqing was not interested in ordinary people, and squatted in the yard to play with the wine she had just packed.

Hey, it's because the fish are thinking about it.

As soon as Tan Zhao entered the ward, he saw Mrs. Xiaofu with her back on her back. The whole person was nestled in the quilt and wrapped tightly. He obviously didn't want people to see her current appearance, so he said, "Young Master Rong, you are also hungry. Now, let's go out and eat something."

Rong Yao immediately shook his head: "I don't—"

Tan Zhao raised his head and met Shang Rongyao's worried eyes: "No, you're hungry."

Rong Yao: ...

Rong Yao wasn't really low in EQ either, he soon realized that it was Xiaofu who didn't want to see him, so he left without hesitation.

When the door was closed from the outside, Tan Zhaocai said, "He's gone."

The quilt visibly moved, but it didn't mean to take it off.

As a doctor, Tan Zhao is obviously not qualified, but fortunately, his affinity is not bad: "Madam, don't be afraid, the burns on your body are fresh, as long as you apply the old man's special ointment, there will be no scars."

"really?"

Tan Zhao nodded: "Of course it's true, but if Madam is still covering her like this, I'm afraid it won't get better."

Mrs. Xiaofu finally took off the quilt she was covering, because she rushed into the fire in a hurry. She had extensive burns on her body, and her hair was burned like dry grass. She was really embarrassed. She touched her face , or turned his back, and then said: "Thank you, Doctor Xia."

The room was quiet, and the voice of Mrs. Xiaofu sounded again: "I know, I can feel that Ah Qing is still alive, can't I?"

Ah Qing, of course, refers to tolerance.

Before Tan Zhao came in, he asked Rong Yao to take a look at him. Except for his lack of body, everything else was fine, so he nodded: "Well, he is still alive."

The little lady began to cry in a low voice, like joy, like sadness, and not long after crying, she said: "Actually, I knew that Rong Lang is special, even Ah Qing..."

Tan Zhao felt that he should receive additional consultation fees from the "tree hole".

The mood of the youngest daughter, the difficulty of falling in love with a ladyboy, although Mrs. Xiaofu is not a strange woman full of poems and books, she is clear in her heart.

"Madam Rong is open-minded."

Lady Xiaofu turned her back and shook her head: "No, I dragged them down."

She obviously had something to say, but Tan Zhao interrupted her very simply and rudely: "Mrs. Rong, I want to tell you about your condition first, how about it?"

Lady Xiaofu nodded and said nothing more.

"Most of your body is burnt, and there is no danger of life, but in fact, there were originally."

Lady Xiaofu turned around in shock: "It's Rong Lang——"

Tan Zhao shook his head immediately: "No, it's a friend of another old man's friend. She used her own blood to stabilize the injuries of you and Rongqing, but because of this, it also brought some follow-up effects to you."

"What... influence?"

To be honest, mortals are mixed with the innate blood power of the monster race, no matter how impossible it sounds, Tan Zhao has never heard of it, but the facts are in front of him, so he can't help but believe it: "Because of various coincidences, some The blood of the monster race, although you can't transform into form, and you don't have the ability to cultivate the monster race, but maybe you will live forever, it's unknown."

"What?!" Lady Xiaofu suddenly missed Rong Lang very much.

"Don't worry, immortality is just an adjective, but relatively speaking, you live a lot longer, maybe 200 years, maybe 300 years, or maybe longer."

After hearing this, Mrs. Xiaofu's heart trembled: "Little girl, can I meet that benefactor?"

...He has turned into a jade rabbit and flew away.

Tan Zhao skipped a few words, told the other party to ask about Rongqing's whereabouts, and went to find the child's father. After speaking, he pushed the wheelchair out.As soon as he came out, he saw Rong Yao's... big face.

"Oh--" Scary!

"Doctor Xia, how are you doing?"

Tan Zhao pulled the wheelchair back three inches before saying, "Go in."

Rong Yao thanked him, and immediately opened the door and went in.

Tan Zhao smiled. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a yellow figure in the corridor, and finally remembered something he had forgotten. He seemed...not to give anyone "prison food".

In order not to scare Mrs. Liu, he even set up a formation for others.

The yellow-robed Taoist who was already fainting from hunger: ...

After finding Xiaoqing to get him out, and giving him some porridge and pickles, Tan Zhao pinched his fingers, obviously thinking about something.In fact, he had always wanted to do something when he came back from being almost splashed with blood outside the city.

As for what he wants to do and how to do it, he has some ideas, and the Taoist in front of him is a breakthrough.

Well, since you can't rely on medical skills to help the world and save the people, then...you can only find another way.

The original owner, Xia Tian, ​​did not save merit for seeing a doctor and accumulating blessings for his family members who died. He accepted the original owner's love, and after all, he had to do some practical things. Anyway, he was idle when he was idle.

Well, maybe not necessary, but it can be done.

"What's your name? Which sect? Which Taoist temple? Do you have a Taoist certificate?"

The yellow-robed Taoist was still unwilling, but he had to bow his head under the eaves: "My name is Huang Youdao, and I have no family... and no sect. My Taoism and magic tools are taught by my master. There are Taoism certificates." Yes." He searched hard, only to find that the Taoist certificate was forgotten in the room in the village outside the city.

Huang Youdao: ...God will kill me!

Huang Youdao is actually not old, but he grew his beard and tanned himself in order to be trustworthy in the world. In fact, he is only thirty-five this year.

"Youdao? Good name." Tan Zhao flattered.

Xiaoqing held her chin, glanced at the ugly Taoist, then looked away with a little disgust, and said to Tan Zhao, "Just this coward, burning Rongyao? I can't see it!" This kind of guy, his grandpa Qing can Hitting ten is worthwhile.

Huang Youdao couldn't help but retort: ​​"Being a monk, doing justice for the heavens, killing demons and eliminating demons is an inescapable responsibility! Doing things in a poor way is worthy of the heaven and the earth, that will allow you to talk nonsense like a demon!"

Xiao Qing immediately slapped the table and stood up: "Xia Wu, can I kill him!"

"...Murders who break the law, Xiaoqing, legal ignorance is unacceptable."

Xiaoqing: Sorry, we Yaozu do not have this law, thank you :).