Then Guofu Minqiang sent the child’s detailed information, including the child’s weight, height, disease progression, physical condition, daily meals, etc.
Yang Zhao copied the information about the child and put it in his arms, then opened the door curtain and burst into the ice and snow.
Now the wind and snow are in full swing in Lijing, and the heavy snow mixed with the strong wind is swarming down, making people unable to open their eyes. There are few pedestrians on the street, and only a few cars and animals.
Against the wind and snow, Yang Zhao found a large pulse-opening shop and asked if there were any suitable silver needles for opening the pulse.
The person who came out to receive her from the Kaimai Pavilion was a middle-aged man wearing a brown cotton coat.
"Guest, we don't sell our silver needles. If you really want to buy a vein-opening silver needle of magical quality, you can go to a refiner."
Yang Zhao had no choice but to reveal the news to him that the child was seriously ill.
"I also know that it is a bit difficult for me to buy Kai Mai Silver Needles from you, but it takes too much time to find a refiner to make a set, and my children may not be able to wait that long."
The middle-aged man asked: "How old is the child?"
Yang Zhao: "Three months."
The middle-aged man looked a little embarrassed: "To be honest, we do have a few pairs of magic weapon-grade silver needles here, but I don't know if they can be applied to that child. Guest, you sit here, wait a moment, I will go, please Master, come take a look."
The middle-aged man hired a waiter to offer tea to Yang Zhao, then turned around and went upstairs to invite someone.
Less than half a cup of tea later, an old man with white hair and beard was led by the middle-aged man and walked down the stairs.
The old man looked up at the wind and snow outside, and then at Yang Zhaoshan's summer clothes, and already had a guess at her cultivation level.
"I heard that the customer wants to buy a pulse-opening silver needle from me?"
Yang Zhao quickly stood up: "Yes, sir, please do it."
The old gentleman waved his hand and sat down with Yang Zhao. The middle-aged man turned around and stood behind the old gentleman.
"A pair of silver needles can save a child's life. How could I be stingy? However, although I have three pairs of magic weapon-level pulse-opening silver needles, I don't know if I can get along with this child."
Yang Zhao took out the stack of paper filled with the child's detailed information from his arms and handed it to the old man with both hands.
The old gentleman reached out to take the paper, lowered his eyebrows and looked at it carefully. As a result, his frown became tighter and tighter as he read it, and in the end he looked solemn and pursed his lips slightly.
"Guest, I can only disappoint you here. This child's condition is too critical and his body is so weak. The three sets of magic weapon-level pulse-opening silver in my hand are still too heavy a burden for that child. .”
Yang Zhao looked disappointed, stood up and was about to leave: "Excuse me, old man, I'll go look for it in another pulse opening hall."
The old man stopped her with his hand: "Hey, guest, don't be anxious. I know that there are seven pairs of magic weapon-grade silver needles hidden in the hands of someone. Two of them are of extremely high grade and are difficult for ordinary people to borrow. I'll write them to you. This note may be able to help you a little, take the note and go directly to Hunchundang to have a look."
Yang Zhao thanked him gratefully: "Thank you, old gentleman, for your help."
"It's all for the sake of the children, this is my easy thing."
The middle-aged man standing behind the old man took the paper and ink with a wink. The old man quickly wrote a note with his name Meng Qing and handed it to Yang Zhao.
"Guest, please go quickly. The wind and snow are getting worse and worse. You are late. I am afraid that Hunchun Hall will be closed and you will have to wait one more day."
Yang Zhao took the note and folded it carefully and put it in his arms. He also took the child's information and asked for the detailed address of Hunchun Hall before bidding farewell to the two people and heading to Hunchun Hall.
The wind and snow outside were indeed bigger. She cast a breeze spell with one hand to block the wind and snow around her. Then she used her light body technique and ran quickly down the street.
She was not allowed to fly in Lijing City, so she could only use the Light Body Technique to increase her speed.
Fortunately, the streets were sparsely populated and Yang Zhao could run very fast without anyone blocking his way.
But Lijing was so big that it took her half a stick of incense to reach her destination.
When she arrived at the door of Hunchundang, there was no one visible even one meter away under the heavy snow. Due to the weather, the boy in Hunchundang store was planning to close down.
"Brother, please wait until the store is closed. I have something to discuss with your store."
The clerk invited her indoors, took a look at the note she handed over, and then took the note and invited an old woman wearing a silver-red flowered coat to come out.
"You're just a guest. Do you want to borrow my pulse-opening silver needle?"
It seems that the old woman only plans to borrow it, not sell it.
Yang Zhao: "Exactly, the child here is weak and in critical condition, and can't wait for the refiner's training time, so I shamelessly come to ask Madam, if you have any requests, you can tell me directly, I will never say anything. "
The old woman was a smiling person: "What's there to say? The life of the child comes first. Please tell me about the child's condition."
Yang Zhao handed the information collected in his arms to the old woman.
The old woman frowned after reading it again.
"I'm not trying to shirk the guest. In fact, the silver needle in my hand doesn't have the right symptoms. How about this? I'll also write a note and you can go to my uncle's place to have a look."
Yang Zhao gratefully took the note and stepped into Fengjuan again.
In this way, Yang Zhao ran back and forth in the city in the snow for a long time. When it was getting dark, he found a young girl and got some hope.
