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Chapter 231 Not Found! ?

The movement on their side was not big or small, and Yan Qingzhu, who was about to enter the door, just heard it. He stopped to check the situation, but just wanted to get closer, and the voice of Yan Qingzhi came from behind him.

"What are you doing? Come in and eat!"

Yan Qingzhu frowned and looked at the chaos on the other side, only thinking for a moment, then turned and returned to the room.

At this moment, the guy who took the lead also turned around and looked around.

This person's situation is rather strange, and just now, there was another poisonous insect in the innermost room of the A-brand room...

When the two things came together, the guy's first reaction was that the inn was not cleaned properly, and the poisonous insects came in and poisoned their customers!

Anyone who can be a buddy here is not a fool. Of course, at this time, we must prevent the spread of influence, especially not let those people in the innermost see it.

Originally, people didn't hold back, but if there was a lesson from the past, maybe it was!
If there is trouble, of course other people are also responsible, but the responsibility of the man is definitely not small.

Fortunately, when he looked over there, he didn't find anyone at all.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and then turned to look at the fallen man.

This man wears a hexagonal jade headdress on his head, and he wears gray-blue soil cloth trousers.

The guy's eyes can't help but widen, he is familiar with this dress!
Not long ago, he also bought a lot of information about the people in the innermost to the other party!

Thinking of this, the guy panicked even more. He was always worried that if he didn't do the right thing, this person would take advantage of the crowd to tell the story of Yinzhu before.

In this way, he hurriedly bent down, let himself try to get close to the other party, and said.

"This guest officer, do you have any sudden illness? You have to hold on. The little one sent someone to ask the doctor. Let's go back to the room and wait first, okay?"

The man was still sane, he frowned when he heard this, and then tried to open his mouth to respond to these people, but the voice was not loud, and he had to listen carefully to distinguish clearly.

His face was bloodless, his seven orifices were bleeding, and he looked a little terrifying. Even a well-informed handyman, looking at his expression, was a little timid.

Seeing him like this, the guy moved his head forward.

"What's your order? You said...you said..."

Seeing him approaching, the man said with all his strength.

"Take me to the hall, I'll sit there for a while."

When the guy heard this, he was immediately embarrassed.

"It's okay to send you to the hall, I just don't know about your condition..."

The man waved his hand to stop the guy from going on.

"Go to the hall!"

Seeing that he was so determined, the guy couldn't persuade him any more.

"Okay, okay... It's just that we all do rough work. If the action is heavy, I hope you will take more care."

Seeing that the guy didn't talk much, the man finally breathed a sigh of relief, pulled out another silver bead from his belt and stuffed it into the guy's hand.

Seeing this silver bead, several long-term workers around were also overjoyed.

There aren't many powerful doctors around here. The best village doctor is invited to come here, which is about [-] pennies. For the rest, according to the rules, except for the filial piety to the master, everyone can get some.

The guy quickly clenched it tightly, he didn't show a happy expression like the others, and even got a little serious because of the silver bead.

"A few lighten up, and quickly help people up."

As he said that, he stepped back slightly and directed a few long workers to go downstairs.

On the way, the man insisted on asking the guy.

"My situation came suddenly, and I don't know if it disturbed other guests."

The guy nodded and smiled very kindly. Although he didn't think the other party looked like someone who would care about others, as a guy, he still had to have his own professional ethics!

"It doesn't matter, no one can control this sickness, and they will forgive me if they want to come!"

"Moreover, we responded in a timely manner, and no one around saw it, so it's not about disturbing other guests."

"Hehe... that's just the few of us, but I was startled."

The guy took credit for himself at the right time, as if to make the man feel that the money he paid was more worthwhile.

The man breathed a sigh of relief, nodded in the direction of the man, and seemed to agree with his words.

The group quickly went downstairs, and after the man instructed someone to send him into a small box for receiving guests, he greeted the doctor to come over.

The man was lying on the empty dining table, and after the people dispersed, he vomited another mouthful of black blood.

The black blood stinks very much, and there seems to be some kind of tissue and blood clots in it, which looks very scary.

However, as the black blood vomited out, the man's condition was obviously much better.

After sitting quietly for a while, he wiped the blood on his face with his sleeve, stood up and walked to a window of the box, cut his fingers and let out a drop of blood.

The drop of blood split in half the moment it fell.

Part of it continued to fall to the ground, while the other half was a translucent bug.

The little worm was not big at first, but as it stretched out of the blood, two wings the size of an elm leaf emerged from its back, and between its breaths, it spread out into the shape of a butterfly, and flew towards it. somewhere.

He watched the bug fly for a while, then turned and sat back.

This time is not a very good experience, he still needs to rest for a while.

Soon, a long-term worker led a gray-haired but fast-paced old man to him.

The old man was about 60 years old, wearing an ordinary indigo blue muslin gown and a long gray vest, and ran over with a square wooden box on his back.

He ran very fast, but he was only panting slightly, on the contrary, the young and strong worker who followed behind him looked a little weak.

Pulling back the curtain, the old man saw the man.

His brows instantly frowned, but he hadn't forgotten that he was a doctor, and cupped his hands in the man's direction.

"The next one is the village doctor of Chunguitang. His surname is Chu and Chu Rong. I don't know what to call him."

The man didn't show the patience he should have with this Doctor Chu.

He is very clear about his situation, but he just doesn't want to cause any trouble by being maverick.

"I don't have a name, everyone calls me fifteen, and I keep calling it that way."

The man was much better after he vomited blood.

The doctor didn't know anything about it, but felt sorry for Fifteen's lack of a name.

"It doesn't matter, I'll ask you a few questions later!"

"When did your situation start?"

"Has it been before?"

"Did it just appear just now?"

"You vomited this black blood?"

(End of this chapter)