Mountain Little Divine Doctor

Miao Miao looked at the bronze mirror again and again, and straightened up his chest for a long time. He said depressed: "grandma, will it shrink after crossing? Originally, I thought it was quite big. Those bandits didn't see that I was a woman. Ah, I'm so depressed! "

Fang Qi smiled and gestured with his hands: "you are the airport. I don't dislike you. Change, become a washboard!"

Miao Miao rushed over and pinched and bit. It was so noisy that someone knocked at the door: "two masters, I've brought washing water."

Miaomiao called in, but what came in was a beautiful little girl. She was only a teenager, carrying a wooden basin, a towel on her shoulder and a steaming barrel in her hand.

Put the wooden basin on the basin rack, pour hot water, put down the towel and let them wash. After washing, Miao Miao deliberately picked up the little girl's sharp jaw: "come on, let me see." The little girl blushed, but she didn't dare to resist after all.

"Well, the chick looks pretty. What's your name?"

"My humble name is Xiaoxiu, and my mother's surname is Zhao."

"Zhao Xiaoxiu?" Miaomiao let go.

"Yes, sir." After cleaning up the pots and barrels to go out, Miao Miao called her, "Xiaoxiu, serve well, I have a reward!" She took out a piece of silver and gave it to her. It was enough money. Xiaoxiu took the silver and thanked her and returned it.

Fang Qi joked, "why do you tease other people's little girls? They are all poor people."

Miao Miao sat on the warm chair, twisted the duck leg to bake the fire, and glanced at him, "I'm looking for clues. You know a fart."

While talking, someone knocked at the door again, but a young man came in, "two gentlemen, I delivered it earlier. Do you want to bring it in?"

Fang Qi pointed to the middle coffee table, "put it here first."

The waiter asked the people in the restaurant to move in two wooden lunch boxes and put the breakfast on the tea table. After he put it away, he said, "my Lord, my slave is Yan Xing. The shopkeeper asked me to serve you."

Miao Miao Qi said, "Hey, isn't there a little show?"

Yan Xing bent over and said, "Xiaoxiu is waiting for the Lord to eat, brush his teeth and sleep, and xiaonu is waiting for the Lord's horses and going out to play."

Fangqi asked, "did the horse feed beef?"

Yan Xing replied with a smile, "my horse is really a god horse. It is actually a meat eater. If you want to run, you must travel thousands of miles a day. Even the magistrate's horse is incomparable."

Fang Qi was carrying so many gold, silver and jewelry that it was inconvenient. He had to find a way to send them to the bank. He asked, "Yanxing, do you know where there is a bank?"

Yan Xing: "I grew up in Jizhou city since I was a child. I'm very familiar with it. I'll take you there after dinner."

Miao Miao waved his hand. "Forget it. After dinner, we'll sleep for a while. You can look after the horses." he took out a piece of silver and put it on the tea table. "That's a BMW. Be careful."

Yan Xing took the silver and smiled: "thank you for your reward. There are people in the outer room. Just say hello, and Xiaoxiu and I will serve." Step back and cover the door gently.

Fang Qi ate breakfast. "Miao Miao, you've had enough now. You stole other people's things and came here to pretend to be an uncle."

Miao Miao smiled and nodded triumphantly. "It's not too much to take the money in a proper way. In other words, even if we don't take their money, we can't spend all that money in one and a half hours. Anyway, if we come here, we can't experience life as a beggar without bringing life and taking death away. "

Fang Qi quickly raised his hand and surrendered, "OK, I can't tell you. Take a break and make a suit of clothes."

It's not too much to say that this is the presidential suite. There are charcoal pots in each room. After breakfast, Miao Miao wants to take a bath. He asks Xiaoxiu to come in and asks where there is a bath. Xiaoxiu immediately said to let the tea room boil water to wait for him to take a bath.

There is a special bathing place next door to the house. They came back from bathing and slept with their heads covered. They didn't get up until noon when someone brought wine and rice. After lunch, Yan Xing took them to Wang Ji's old store to cut clothes. Old man Wang measured their bodies and served them with tea, water and snacks. They were busy there until they drank the shopkeeper's knowledge, Haha smiled and praised: "my memory is amazing. Don't worry. All the people who come to the bank to deposit and exchange are big families who are either rich or expensive, not comparable to those small banks." And he charged them to enter three volumes, one for them, one in the storeroom, and the other on the cupboard.

After finishing the work, they came out with a silver ticket. They were relaxed and strolled around with Yan Xing. Along the way, we also paid special attention to some drug stores. Jizhou is a big city and the best place in the former golden country. Of course, there are not few drug stores, and there are also several big brands.

Fang Qi and his family visited and first picked up the largest drug number "Baosheng hall" in the city. This drug number is known as the royal doctor of the court of the kingdom of gold. When they went in, they found that it was really big. The layout inside was magnificent. The patient was an old man with a clean face and a goatee. Fang Qi handed over the worship note. The old man looked at the words on it: "Guangji hall in Yanjing city?" Shaking his head again and again, "haven't you heard of it?"

Looking at the old man's disdainful face, Fang Qixin said, if you don't show your hands, do you dare to look at people? Without revealing his voice, he stretched out his wrist and said, "please show me, sir. What's wrong with me?"

The old man also knew that he was coming to find fault, so he called his lower pulse, but he felt that the pulse was in disorder. It seemed that all the meridians had been broken. He stared at Fang Qi in amazement: "your life is not long. Go back and prepare for the future."

Fang Qi took back his hand, lit the copper cigarette bag presented by the bank manager and took a cigarette, "you see, you have been dysentery for a long time. I'm afraid Dongshen can't protect it."

The old man opened his mouth and couldn't close it for a long time. The medical practitioner "looked, smelled and asked". At most, this young man looked, but how did he know that he had been suffering from persistent diseases for many years? The tone was more respectful: "Sir, how long have I been?"