In Fengxiang Mansion of Qi State, Jiang Yunqing entered the city mixed in with the flow of people entering the city.

It might be an exaggeration to say that the streets in the city are bustling with traffic, but they are definitely lively. The flow of people coming and going has lost order since entering the city, and Jiang Yunqing was drowned in it in just a moment.

Jiang Yunqing was not in a hurry, so he followed the flow of people and watched the scenery along the way.

Surrounded by small and large groups of people, there were richly dressed people passing by in a bustling manner, and there were also people wearing robes that looked like hundreds of robes walking in a hurry.

There are kids with shining eyes who look around and have never seen the world.

There was a little girl who was riding on her father's neck, holding her hair with one hand and grabbing a bunch of candied haws with the other, licking it and laughing non-stop.

There is a young person who pretends to be calm on the surface, but always looks around with his peripheral vision. In his heart, he is probably a little happy, but also a little scared, and he rarely goes out on the street.

There is a calm and dull look on his face, and a calm and solid temperament on his body. At first glance, he looks like a big brother who has experienced many ups and downs. Well, the big brother looked thoughtful, maybe he was thinking about tea, rice, oil and salt!

It's a pity that there were just a few beautiful young girls who were not seen along the way.

Of course, the young and beautiful girls that Jiang Yunqing thinks of are not those little girls who have not yet had haircuts in their teens, or those who have just had haircuts and have not yet had haircuts for a year or two.

In fact, there are quite a lot of these tomboys mixed in with the "little devils" or "young children". Not many are pretty, but there are quite a few comely ones, but their figures are generally too poor, neither bulging nor curvy. I'll look at the door panel. ?

Suddenly, a woman with thick hair in a bun, a slender figure, and sharp curves walked past, holding a little ghost in her left hand and holding a little baby girl in her arms.

"Why!"

Jiang Yunqing paused and watched for a while. It wasn't until the woman disappeared into the crowd with the two and a half ghosts that she sighed regretfully.

It's not that he fell in love with the woman, Jiang Yunqing was just saddened by the bad habits of the old era.

Why! The girls who opened their mouths are basically women, and the rest are nothing more than crooked melons and cracked dates.

Just like the woman just now, she is only twenty-one or twelve years old, which is the beginning of a woman's prime of life, but in this evil feudal society, the special mother's children can be used as soy sauce.

Could it be that you really want me to be that thief?

Suddenly, Jiang Yunqing realized that perhaps Cao Cao's hobby, which was "shameful" to the world, was justifiable.

After all, there are very few girls who develop ahead of schedule. While choosing their youthful years, it is often difficult to take into account their mature style. The figure may be slim and graceful, but she is neither bulging nor curvy.

Just when Jiang Yunqing felt that the thief Cao, oh no, Cao Cao was excusable, his first destination had arrived.

Looking up, the plaque reads "Fengxiang Medical Bureau" written in flying phoenixes, which is quite grand. There are no couplets posted on both sides of the door.

However, Jiang Yunqing felt that with this plaque of "Fengxiang Medical Bureau", any couplet seemed a bit redundant.

After all, this is equivalent to official certification!

The entrance of Fengxiang Medical Bureau is a rare quiet place on the street, and the shouts of the vendors nearby are kept low.

Human beings, no one can guarantee when they will have a minor illness or disaster. It is not worth making a fuss in front of the medical office.

I would like to apply it to others, if one day I go to see a doctor, someone is making a fuss outside, causing the doctor to perform the wrong injection, and I die, wouldn't it be tragic?

The threshold of Fengxiang Medical Bureau is very low, making it easy for people to walk. People who come here have trouble with their legs and feet from time to time.

Entering the door, there is a counter across the door, leaving only a not very wide gap.

The counter is very short, dwarfed by the counters of pawn shops, and a bit bullying. Even compared to ordinary pubs, the counter at the inn is much shorter. A normal adult can make a bench and lay most of his body on it.

As for why Jiang Yunqing knew this, it was naturally because someone was sleeping on it.

The aisles on both sides of the counter are quite spacious, and can barely accommodate a dozen people passing side by side. Behind the aisles, there should be a back room or a courtyard.

"Dong dong dong~"

Jiang Yunqing walked to the counter and gently knocked on the counter table.

"Hmm~, outpatient consultation or follow-up consultation? First enter your name on the roster, or find your own name and check it."

The man rubbed his eyes, got up from the counter, pointed to the roster next to him and the prepared brushes and inkstones, and then lay down again.

Jiang Yunqing took a look and saw that the ink in the inkstone was almost solidified. It seemed that no one had written for a while.

"This ink is almost dry." Jiang Yunqing reminded.

The man glanced at the inkstone sleepily, and casually fumbled for a wooden stick from under the counter.

"If you don't want to study ink yourself, just use this to practice it!"

The wooden stick is about the same size as an ordinary writing brush, with a slightly pointed lower end, but the tip is rounded and will not puncture the paper.

"What if you meet someone who can't write?"

Jiang Yunqing asked curiously, there are a lot of illiterates in this era, you can't expect people who come to see a doctor to be able to write!

"Brother, this is the back door. For normal medical treatment, go to the front door. There are people there to help you register."

The man may have felt that Jiang Yunqing was a little annoyed, so he raised his head and said angrily.

Jiang Yunqing was stunned for a moment, then stepped back to the street and took a closer look. It seemed that it was really not the main entrance.

A little embarrassed, Jiang Yunqing came to the counter again and got straight to the point, "I'm here to see Mr. Shen!"

Shen Hui, the most authoritative doctor of Fengxiang Medical Bureau, the founder of Fengxiang Medical Bureau, and Uncle Yang’s Fengxiang friend.

The man raised his head and glanced at Jiang Yunqing, wiped his eyes again, and saw that Jiang Yunqing was handsome and elegant. Although the clothes on his body did not look luxurious but rather simple, but his temperament was extraordinary, he did not dare to neglect her.

"I'm sorry, brother. Unfortunately, Mr. Shen has been out visiting friends for three days and has not returned. As for where he went and when he will return, I don't know. Brother, you might as well go to the main entrance hall and ask!"

The man explained the reason to Jiang Yunqing very sincerely. He was not judging people by their appearance. It was just human nature to be more polite and attentive to people who looked unusual.

"Thank you!"

Hearing this, Jiang Yunqing also clasped his fists in thanks and did not disturb this dear friend again.

"You're welcome, brother, walk slowly!"

The man nodded gently, as if the friendship between gentlemen was as light as water, and he had no intention of entangled.

After exiting the back door of Fengxiang Medical Bureau, Jiang Yunqing saw a woman waiting at the door.

The woman wears a double-ring hair ornament on her head, wears a plain white dress with a few black stripes on it, and wears a blue mask on her face, covering the lower half of her face and entire neck.

Jiang Yunqing knew that this was the costume of the female disciple of Huanyinfang.

"Mr. Jiang, the empress invites you!"