Daqin: My gene legion is too invincible

Lu He loosened the woodcutter’s collar, looked at the woodcutter’s tongue again, reached out to measure his question, and then said: “The humidity in the mountains is heavy, so you better not go to chop wood today.”

The woodcutter had some doubts, scratched his head and looked at Lu He with a bit of apprehension in his eyes.

“Healer, I’m okay with this disease.”

Lu He was silent for a while, this disease he had not seen.

In the past, he had never seen the woodcutter in the countryside, and he had never seen this disease before after the flood.

As a healer, he naturally knew that if he said these words, the woodcutter in front of him would definitely be anxious, and his heart would be unbalanced if he was anxious.

Sometimes, a hundred diseases were in his heart, Lu He did not know this truth, he withdrew his hand and took out a few herbs from the bamboo basket behind him.

These herbs mixed together have an anti-itching effect, although they cannot help the woodcutter to relieve it, but it is also useful.

Lu He chewed the few herbs in his mouth, then pulled over the woodcutter and covered the back of the woodcutter’s neck.

He didn’t bother to look, but just by looking at it, he also knew that this woodcutter had more than just his neck.

“This herb can stop itching, you apply it first.”

Lu He Dao, it is impossible for this woodcutter not to enter the mountains, he has been wandering the countryside all year round, and he knows how important a livelihood is for a common people.

Hearing Lu He say this, the woodcutter felt a little comforted in his heart.

He didn’t say anything like he couldn’t save him, and applied herbs to himself, explaining that he was actually fine.

Thinking like this, the woodcutter felt that the red spots on his body did not seem to be so itchy, and he threw his hands towards Lu He and said, “Thank you healer, what’s your name?” I’ll come back and thank you when I get back.”

Lu He waved his hand, he didn’t cure him, talk about what Xie.

“No need, it’s just to relieve your itching, but you’ll come to me when you come back.”

Lu He gave the location of the hospital to the woodcutter, and then carried his bamboo basket on his back and walked on the way.

Several woodcutters gave Lu He away, and the sick woodcutter took two steps and snorted.

The person next to him asked, “What’s wrong?” But what’s wrong with that healer’s medicine? ”

The woodcutter shook his head and said, “That’s not it, I don’t think it’s so itchy.”

In the place where the disaster victims of Surabaya County gathered, Deng Xin had already sent people to set up a place for treatment outside, a doctor and a table, on which were placed a dozen pieces of paper, brushes, and ink.

Zhu Lu sat in the middle, looking at the disaster victims who were lined up in front of him, and a little impatience crossed his eyes.

He usually treats those dignitaries in Xianyang, and when it is the turn of these Qianshou, he doesn’t have much money on his body, and he still looks poor and sour.

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However, Zhu Lu did not dare to say this sentence, because Deng Xin and Feng Quqian were standing on the side, talking to the disaster victims, Zhu Lu had to put away the impatience in his eyes, pretending to be elegant and said to the disaster victims in front of him: “Everyone, don’t worry, we will sit here for a long time, one by one, in addition to me, these other doctors are also excellent healers from all over the world, and will definitely help everyone to cure the disease!” ”

Zhu Lu’s words were very beautiful, most of the victims knew Zhu Lu, and they had heard of Zhu Lu’s reputation, and knew that he was the most powerful healer in the Qin Kingdom, and when they heard him say this, everyone couldn’t help but glance at Zhu Lu.

Some of the victims nodded at Zhulu and communicated with each other.

“That’s Doctor Zhu, it’s really benevolent!”

“Yes, yes, he also returned to Surabaya County, I really didn’t expect it.”

The victims were communicating with each other, and the voice of the discussion was not loud or small, just enough for Zhulu to hear, which made Zhulu very useful, but also made Zhulu a little dissatisfied.

His reputation was too great, and these disaster victims stood in front of him vigorously, which undoubtedly made him a little irritable.

The more the victims squeezed in front of his desk, the more irritated he felt, and the smile on his face was almost overwhelmed.