Chapter 107 The Demon Hideout Arrives
Time is like running water, and the four days passed quietly.
On the mountain road leading to Jinyang City, a carriage suddenly appeared.
The driver was a young man wearing colorful clothes, with long silver-white hair, narrow lips, and squinted eyes. At first glance, he looked like a fox.
The key thing is that his face is feminine and pale, as if it is covered with a thick layer of foundation.
Behind the carriage was a small, square wooden house, which was not a sedan chair because it was not large enough to accommodate people.
It looks a bit like the wooden carts and boxes of those doing business and vendors on both sides of the streets in the city.
The young man drove the carriage slowly, even on the gravel-strewn mountain road, it was still very stable.
The strange thing is that from time to time there will be some squeaking sounds coming from the wheels of the carriage, and there will also be some sounds coming and going in the small wooden house.
At the front of the mountain road, three people walked up. They looked like woodcutters who were out cutting wood.
The silver-haired young man did not pull the reins of the horse, but the carriage suddenly stopped. He smiled and said: "Brothers, Jinyang City is going all the way along this road?"
The woodcutters were stunned for a moment, shocked by the young man's appearance. They had never seen anyone dressed in such a strange way.
But one of them still replied out of politeness: "Go forward for about a hundred miles, and you can see Jinyang City."
"Thank you, brother." The silver-haired young man replied with cupped fists.
Another person asked out of curiosity: "Brother, it's strange to see you look like this. What are you doing in Jinyang City?"
"Hey, a wandering entertainer wants to go to Jinyang City to show off some tricks and earn a living."
"This is interesting, but it's a pity that we have to go into the mountains to cut firewood, otherwise we would like to see it with our own eyes." A woodcutter said with a smile, and then motioned to his two companions to set off on the road again.
"No, brothers, we are destined to meet each other, why don't you let me miss you here." The silver-haired young man suddenly said.
The three woodcutters looked at each other, a little embarrassed. They were in a hurry to go into the mountains to work. What they just said was just polite words. Why did this person take it seriously?
"It won't take long." The young man added.
The leading woodcutter said helplessly: "Come on, little brother, and let us open our eyes."
The young man got off the carriage and raised the corner of his mouth. The cracked arc was really scary. However, he was carrying his back, so the three woodcutter didn't see it, otherwise they would have noticed something unusual.
Bang bang!
A crisp slap sounded, and a small door suddenly appeared on the small wooden house. It opened to both sides. It was pitch black inside and nothing could be seen clearly.
Then I saw the young man's right hand, and a green light flashed into the small wooden house like a firefly.
The field of vision became brighter, and many gadgets suddenly appeared in the small wooden house.
Surrounded by mist is a beautiful face, a flaming wheel with a human face, and five jumping heads with grinning teeth.
A lantern with a grimace, a black horse with jagged bones and burning eyes, and a skeleton without flesh and blood.
This is a picture of a hundred monsters, a picture of a hundred monsters that can move!
"Okay!" The three woodcutter clapped their hands, this charlatan's technique is indeed novel and interesting.
After watching the kung fu for a while, the leading man said: "With this skill, little brother, I can definitely make a lot of money in Jinyang City!
It’s getting late, so we’ll go to the mountains to cut firewood first. See you later! "
The three of them were about to leave, but they were stopped by the young man: "Brothers, wait a minute. There is always a rule in performing arts. After watching the performance, those who are rich will support themselves, and those who have no money will support themselves."
As soon as these words came out, several people looked ugly: "Little brother, you are a bit unreasonable. You forced me to wait to watch your performance, why do you still need to collect money?"
"No money?" Hearing this, the young man narrowed his eyes and slowly opened his eyes: "Then just keep someone."
The three of them suddenly turned pale with fear. There were no pupils in this young man's eyes, but instead there were ferocious blood lines!
At the same time, flames burst out from the wheels of the carriage, a human face sprouted, and an infiltrative laughter erupted.
The original black horse's hair disappeared, its flesh and blood withered, its bones were ragged, and its eyes lit up with green fire!
These two things are clearly the ones I have seen in the Hundred Demons Picture before!
"Monster!" The three people exclaimed and fled in panic.
However, a huge skull claw protruded from the small wooden house and violently pulled the three people into it.
There was just a creaking sound, the wooden door of the small wooden house was closed, and everything returned to calm.
The silver-haired young man got on the carriage and set off again, complaining: "That guy Guifu actually wants me to run errands for Qianpuppet."
This silver-haired young man is Yaozang!
At the entrance of Bao Medical Hall, the people in the city who heard that Dr. Qin had returned formed a long queue again.
In addition to reading books in Tingyuxuan, practicing medical skills and accumulating literary talent in his free time have become Qin Feng's daily routine.
"Dr. Qin, I always feel weak when I relieve myself. I want to pee but can't." A man said in a low voice with shame.
"You are suffering from skin and kidney yang deficiency, sunken clear yang, inability to transport water and dampness, and inability to transform qi.
Dried ginger, poria, licorice, cinnamon, and atractylodes need to be boiled in water for an hour and taken once in the morning and evening.
This is the specific quantity required for each medicinal material. Go to the back to find Dr. Song to get the medicine. Qin Feng handed out the blank paper and shouted: "Next one." "
"Doctor Qin, I often feel abdominal pain, chills, and cold hands and feet. Sometimes, menstruation comes later than before." The charming-looking woman said shyly, lifting her hair from her ears.
"This is a symptom of palace cold. I'll give you a prescription. Go to the back and grab the medicine. Take it once half an hour after a meal. It will take effect within three days." Qin Feng was about to write down the prescription.
The charming woman said angrily: "Doctor Qin, can you not take the medicine? I'm afraid of the pain.
Moreover, I heard people say that the symptoms of uterine cold can be treated with massage techniques. I wonder if you, Dr. Qin, can do that? "
Um?
Qin Feng realized something was wrong and looked up, only to see the charming woman looking at him lovingly.
Girl, don't be like this, your eyes look like you want to eat me
At this moment, a cold voice came from the side: "My uncle is very busy. If you don't want to take medicine, you can seek medical treatment elsewhere."
The woman turned her head and saw Lan Ningshuang's face was as frosty as ice. She immediately smiled awkwardly, asked for the prescription, and left in a hurry.
In fact, I also know a bit about massage techniques. Qin Feng muttered something silently in his mind and shouted: "Next one."
It was already late, and the long queue did not diminish. Qin Feng wanted to finish work early today, so he shouted into the Bao Medical Hall: "Doctor Song, I have to leave beforehand. Please check on the remaining patients."
Dr. Song stuck his head out and took a look at the crowd. He thought about how much money he could earn from this, so he immediately agreed.
Not long after Qin Feng left with Lan Ningshuang, Dr. Song also packed up and walked out of the hall.
But as soon as he came out, he was dumbfounded.
Where are people? Where have they all gone! The queue was clearly at the street corner just now! Now there is only one young man left.
"That's all, my medical skills are not as good as others. I can't blame others. At least there is one patient who is willing to believe in me." Dr. Song comforted himself like this, and then asked: "Young man, what's wrong with you?"
The young man scratched his head and smiled and asked, "Excuse me, when will Doctor Qin open his clinic tomorrow?"
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