I am practicing Shushan Taoism in the realm of cultivating immortals

Chapter 2

"moo"

The old green bull let out a long hiss, and a drop of tear flowed from the big bull's eye.

Wang Chong felt a toothache seeing Lao Niu's appearance like this.

"Forget it, forget it, this cow also has some spirituality, and it was raised in its original body. It's really a pity to sell it to people for meat. It's a pity to keep it as a foot in the future."

Already outside the market in the county where cattle, horses, pigs and sheep are traded, the old cow sensed the mournful cries of its kind, and was still unwilling to take a step forward, even showing a sad look at Wang Chong.

Who the hell knows, this old cow has a mortal body, but he still has some wisdom?

"Let's go! I have to find a job, or I'll be hungry tomorrow."

After patting the big green bull's forehead three times, Wang Chong walked forward with his hands behind his back. I don't know if the bull understood, and he followed Wang Chong slowly without Wang Chong holding the rope.

Wanting to sell the cow was just because Wang Chong was too lazy to bother. He wanted to use the money from selling the cow to restore his body's vitality, so he officially started building the foundation in a hundred days, and then stepped into practice.

Now that the old cow is not for sale, Wang Chong has tried his best to support himself and the old cow.

Although the Wutai sect was dismissed as a sect, Patriarch Hunyuan always felt that he was a Taoist master who learned from Taoism and magic, and a serious cultivator.

Therefore, after Wang worshiped the teacher, he not only taught Wang Chong the true solution of Hunyuan, but also imparted the skills of miscellaneous sciences such as fortunetelling and divination from mountain medicine, so that Wang Chong could accumulate external skills when he went down the mountain.

Take out any of these miscellaneous arts, they are rare and precious inheritances in the mortal world.

Even though the world is different now, Wang Chong also believes that these miscellaneous studies have something in common, and it is really not difficult to find a well-fed job.

【Huimin Museum】

Looking at the door plaque of the medical center and the messy people inside, Wang Chong smiled, patted Da Qingniu on the head and said:

"Wait here. Don't blame me if you run around and get slaughtered for meat."

"Moo..." Qing Niu yelled, and I don't know if he understood, Wang Chong ignored it, tidied up the torn sackcloth, and stepped into the medical hall with his head held high.

In the medical hall, there is only a doctor sitting in the hall, a few apprentices, and a shopkeeper who specializes in dispensing medicine.

This small county has a population of less than a thousand households, and most of the people live in poverty. Even if they get a minor illness, they endure it by themselves, or pick some herbs at random and eat it.

The people served by each family are also different. Some of them specialize in seeing doctors for wealthy households in the city, while others specialize in treating bruises, but they see doctors for those so-called gangsters.

This Huimin Museum seems to have a good business, but it is only ordinary people who come to seek medical treatment.

Not to mention not making much money, they are all serious illnesses.

The doctor sitting in the hall was quite capable, not fooling people, but just like that, Wang Chong looked at it for a long time, and two of the four patients had been misunderstood by him, and the accuracy rate was only half.

Wang Chong didn't bother to remind him that in his previous life, he was besieged by more than a dozen top figures from the righteous and evil realms. Firstly, because he broke through the Golden Immortal, there were already many calamities. He didn't accumulate external skills at the beginning, which made the calamities even more severe.

The second is that he is too bad a person, his eyes are too high, relying on his foresight, he steals opportunities from bad people everywhere, he is arrogant and domineering, and no one pays attention to him. As a result, except for Taiyi Hunyuan Patriarch, who heard that Wang Chong was being chased and killed, and came to rescue him, none of the other brothers in the sect came to help.

After he almost died and became the magic weapon Yuanling again, Wang Chong really learned from the painful experience.

"I really need to change my temper. No matter how arrogant I was in my previous life, no one would pay attention to me. I'm afraid the ending of this life will not be much better. If I can make a few friends back then, or take in a few disciples to teach me well, I won't be alone."

In the first life, he died in a car accident. It happened too fast and too suddenly. In the world of Shushan, although no one died, he was chased like a stray dog, and his life was in danger at any time. In the end, he was surrounded by people and had no life. On the contrary, Wang Chong's mind was clear and he gained a lot of insight.

"Shopkeeper, I wonder if there is still a shortage of a doctor in the restaurant?"

Zeng Que, who was lowering his head to grab the medicine, quickly raised his head, and saw that he was a dark-faced, ordinary-looking young man. He wanted to refuse immediately, but this young man looked inconspicuous, but when he took a closer look, he was smiling, with his head upright, full of confidence, which made Zeng Que a little uncertain.

"It's missing, but there are elders in Mr. Xiaolang's family who want to leave the mountain?"

Wang Chong shook his head with a smile and said:
"It's not the elders who want to go out, it's me who wants to go out."

When Zeng Que heard that it was Wang Chong, he immediately shook his head, but before he could say no, Wang Chong laughed again:

"I know that the shopkeeper doesn't trust me, so that's good. I see that the shopkeeper is quite busy here. Today I will sit for the shopkeeper for free for a day, so that the shopkeeper can see how good I am?"

Wang Chong said that the pupils in his eyes were abnormally deep, and for some reason, Zeng Que's heart immediately moved when he saw his eyes, and after a little thought, he nodded in agreement.

"Okay, just trust Mr. Xiaolang once."

Wang Chong nodded and said with a smile:
"That's great, it's just that I came here in a hurry, I don't have much money, maybe I'm going to prepare a set of acupuncture?"

Zeng Que nodded: "That's as it should be, Mr. Xiaolang, sit down first, and I'll arrange it right away."

Wang Chong nodded with a smile, without twitching, turned around and dragged a chair to sit down, waiting quietly.

After a while, Zeng Que directed a few staff to set up a consultation table opposite the sitting doctor surnamed Chen, and brought a set of consultation tools, and then invited Wang Chong to sit down, and then announced loudly that the anxious people should come to Wang Chong's office for consultation.

It's just that Wang Chong's face is too young, and his clothes are not very decent, he doesn't look like a doctor, the common people mostly just take a look at it, and after a few words of discussion, they still choose to surround the opposite side.

Wang Chong was not in a hurry, he took a sip of the tea brought by his workman, and waited slowly.

After about half an hour, there were more and more people in the hospital. A thin and weak woman ran into the hospital with a worried face while holding a child about four or five years old.

The child's eyes were white, there was foam at the corner of the mouth, and his whole body was convulsing. Wang Chong had a general understanding of the condition just by looking at it.

The woman squeezed in while shouting "Help", but she was a thin and weak woman, and she was too crowded, and the condition in the hospital was not serious, even if there were one or two people who were soft-hearted, most of them were more selfish.

The woman squeezed a few times, but couldn't get in. She was so anxious that she couldn't do anything. The child in her arms went from twitching to straightening up. Even if she didn't understand, she knew that her child was probably getting worse.

Just when the woman didn't know what to do, a faint voice came from behind.

"Come and take a look at me."

The woman turned around, only then did she see that there was a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy sitting on a consultation table behind her.

The woman didn't think much at all, as if she had grasped the last straw, she hurriedly carried the child to Wang Chong, and begged:

"Please doctor, save my child."

(End of this chapter)