When Xiaoyu saw these servants making trouble, she originally planned to go up and help Luo Yao and Peng Yun, but seeing how skilled Peng Yun was, she didn't take action.
Ji Ruge's identity cannot be exposed. Even if he takes action, he can only use the bamboo pole in his hand to hit someone and then run away. This kind of gangster style of play has not been done once or twice. He does not care whether it is fair or just. Not above board.
At this time, Luo Yao and Peng Yun found a table at a nearby noodle shop, gave him some money, took out the medicine box from his backpack, and started free clinic.
Luo Yao and Peng Yun arrived much earlier than Xiao Yu. They had been practicing medicine in Huashui Town for several days and had saved many victims.
Many victims in the town know their names and know that they are good people who provide free clinics. Disaster-stricken patients often come here to seek medical treatment.
At this time, the two of them were doing a free clinic next to the noodle shop. Many victims who were sick came to seek medical treatment, and the two of them quickly became busy.
Xiaoyu planned to finish helping Granny Lin with porridge, then say goodbye to them, and then go to Zeng's house in Gongjia County.
He is Ji Ruge, a killer. Many times, he needs to walk alone to avoid revealing his identity and being hunted by his enemies.
After all, in the past few years, many masters from major sects have died at his hands.
On the seventh floor, everyone who performs their tasks outside is a lone wolf.
Right now, the most urgent thing is to help her mother-in-law sell out the few buckets of porridge in front of her as soon as possible, so as to avoid the Zeng family's minions from causing trouble again.
On one side, many of the victims were suffering from colds and skin diseases. Many people came to seek medical treatment, and Luo Yao and Peng Yun were also very busy.
Luo Yao and Peng Yun went out to practice medicine, and the money they had with them was only enough for them to travel. As for the medicinal herbs, Luo Yao went to the nearby mountains to pick them in his spare time every day. He gave it acupuncture, but if it didn't work, he mixed it with the herbs he picked.
The herbs collected in their baskets every day are given out during free clinics without charging any money from the victims.
If the victims are not seeking medical treatment, they will charge some money as transportation expenses.
Some victims are seriously ill and the medicinal materials they need are expensive, so they can only prescribe them and cannot do anything else.
Luo Yao's medical skills were inherited from Taoist Wuji, who was a master with extremely high attainments in medicine and martial arts. Because his disciple Luo Yaozhai was kind-hearted, he passed on his medical legacy, especially a set of acupuncture techniques for curing diseases. 'Very impressive.
And inside the box in the basket on the back of Luo Yao was a box of silver needles. The ability of acupuncture to eliminate disasters was almost certainly passed down by Taoist Wu Ji.
He has a very clear understanding of the acupuncture points on the human body. Common ailments and pains can be cured with just acupuncture.
While he was performing acupuncture to remove the blood and cold of a little boy, a slovenly swordsman walked over.
"Brother, do you want to see a doctor?" Luo Yao looked at the swordsman standing on one side, sniffed his nose, and looked a little embarrassed.
The swordsman had a shaggy beard and disheveled hair, and his rags made him look like a beggar, and his body gave off a foul stench.
After listening to Luo Yao's words, the swordsman nodded and pointed to his left elbow, "It's twisted. It's a bit bruised and painful."
Peng Yun smelled the smell, looked disgusted, frowned at the swordsman, and muttered: "Brother, how many days have you not showered? The smell seems a bit special..."
Hearing this, the swordsman said calmly: "It won't take long, only twenty days."
Peng Yun frowned and saw that his face was untroubled. He seemed to think that not taking a shower for more than twenty days was a common thing. She frowned and said in surprise: "Twenty days... I admire him, I admire him."
The meaning of Peng Yun's words was also sarcastic, implying that the swordsman didn't like to be clean. Unexpectedly, the swordsman heard this and replied calmly: "What's so admirable? My master hasn't had a bath in more than three years. That’s called awesome.”
Xiao Yu listened to the swordsman's words and found it very interesting. She exclaimed: "My mother, you haven't taken a shower for three years, how stinky you must be."
Unexpectedly, the swordsman muttered: "My master said, people outside the country don't care whether they stink or not."
When Xiao Yu heard this, she felt speechless. She was still a few feet away from him, and she could still smell the faint odor on his body. She frowned and clasped her fists, saying, "I admire him."
The surrounding victims who came to see the doctor also smelled the stench on his body, and many people who loved cleanliness couldn't help but cover their noses.
Several people who were waiting for treatment consciously moved out of the way with him, asking him to treat the illness first and leave here after he was done.
Luoyao is carefully helping the little boy with acupuncture on his vital points.
The little boy contracted the cold and was a little weak. He was held in his mother's arms. Luo Yao asked him to take off his clothes and expose his back, and asked for acupuncture to drive away the cold.
But when Luo Yao lit an oil lamp, he heated the silver needles red. After letting them cool down for a while, he placed a dozen silver needles with their tips pointed down and soaked them in the potion jar he had prepared.
With a careless movement of his right hand, he twisted four three-inch silver needles. His technique was unique, shaped like twisting flowers, yet elegant, but he twisted four silver needles again, which was really powerful.
The swordsman was startled when he saw it, but then became calm again.
After Luo Yao finished acupuncture on the little boy, the swordsman with a strong stench sat down.
The swordsman sat down, put the sword in his hand to the edge of the table, rolled up his sleeve, and put his dirty right hand on the table in front of Luo Yao.
"Hey, here, I got into a fight with someone a few days ago and was beaten. I was passing by Huashui Town and heard from the victims that there was a free doctor here. I came here to see if it could be cured?" the swordsman said to Luo Yao.
Luo Yao looked at the dark dirt on the man's arm, not only waved the surrounding aura with his hand, but also frowned at the black mark on the swordsman's right arm.
Of course, this piece of black green is much richer than the black on his hand. It is obviously the arm that was injured by a stick.
The swordsman looked at Luo Yao's disgusted expression, but he didn't care. He didn't seem to pay any attention to the strange looks from the people around him.
Luo Yao nodded, "It's a trivial matter. I will give you acupuncture to remove the congestion." After Luo Yao finished speaking, he asked Peng Yun to borrow a small bucket for garbage from the noodle shop owner and put some stove ashes in it. To catch the bleeding blood on his arm.
Peng Yun complied.
Luo Yao used another random twist and pulled out four silver needles of the same length from the medicine jar. His technique was fast and accurate, and one look at it showed that he was very skilled.
The swordsman watched Luo Yao perform acupuncture on himself to bleed himself, and as the blood gradually flowed out from his hand, he said calmly: "Are you the disciple of the medical sage Wu Ji?"
When Luo Yao and Peng Yun heard this, they were both shocked. Luo Yao was so shocked that he applied the needle a little harder, causing the swordsman to feel pain and frown slightly.
Luo Yao apologized hurriedly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it was a bit harsh.",
The swordsman replied: "It doesn't matter."
Luo Yao asked again: "How did you know that the master is a Taoist named Wuji?"
The swordsman glanced at the medicine jar and replied to Luo Yao: "Medical Saint Wuji Taoist has some connection with my master. He once treated my master's injuries. The technique is exactly the same as the way you twist four needles in one hand when applying acupuncture."
Hearing this, Luo Yao looked at the swordsman carefully. His master, Taoist Wuji, rarely mentioned anything about him, so Luo Yao didn't know where this man came from.
"Who is your master?" Luo Yao asked while gently twisting the needle to remove blood congestion.
