Kill me a few more times and I'll be invincible

The plaque on the medical hall has the words "Xinglin Hall" written on it, and there are already several patients waiting at the door, among them there are many rich and noble families in rich clothes, and ordinary people in coarse clothes, but these people are staying in the lobby, but in Apple pie order.

Fang Yuan was very sad about this incident, so he found a middle-aged doctor he knew well and talked about treating Qiao Mu's injury, but the middle-aged doctor shook his head:

"If you want to heal your injuries, just wait in line as usual."

"This is the rule set by the family teacher. Doctors and patients don't ask about their wealth or background. Since you have come to this Xinglin restaurant, you have to follow this rule."

Fang Yuan wanted to say something, but was stopped by Qiao Mu raising his hand.

His injury was not serious at first, but the cold poison was a little troublesome.

It's not a bad thing for this doctor Dong Xinglin to talk about the rules, and he doesn't care about it for a while, there's no need to break his rules.

Fortunately, Qiao Mu and his wife came early, and there were not many patients waiting in the lobby.

Finding a stool and sitting down, Qiao Mu casually swept the sword ghost martial arts experience in his arms, and at the same time looked around, observing everyone in the lobby.

Famous doctor Dong Xinglin is old, and now in his clinic, three apprentices are mainly treating patients, and there are several apprentices under the apprentices, some are responsible for dispensing medicine and others are doing acupuncture. The division of labor is clear.

The patient in front of Qiao Mu was a middle-aged man with a five or six-year-old child.

The middle-aged man was wearing a long gown, with a thin but straight body and meticulously combed hair. He looked like a Confucian scholar, with a bit of a bookish air, and he must be around 50 or [-] years old.

It's just that his long gown is slightly yellowed, and the cloth shoes under his feet are dirty and muddy. He is obviously born in a poor family, and he may not be a native of the imperial capital, but a foreigner from afar.

This middle-aged man is obviously not a patient. The patient is a five or six-year-old child he is holding in his hand.

The child was only five or six years old, and compared to the thin middle-aged man who was holding his hand, he looked richer and had a rounder face.

These two people are one big and one small, maybe this middle-aged man is the father of the child, it doesn't look like that, the skinny man is too old, he looks like he is 40 years old or above.

Let's say that this middle-aged man is the grandfather of the child. This thin man is not that old.

Qiao Mu was bored, guessing the ages of the two, but looked at them a few more times.

Although the child is young, he is also sensible.

He stood in this medical hall without crying or making noise, but his nose was a little red and swollen, and he kept breathing with his mouth open, other than that, there was no other abnormality.

Time passed, and soon it was the child's turn.

The middle-aged doctor felt his pulse, asked a few more detailed questions, and frowned unconsciously.

He asked the child to wait in the lobby, greeted the thin man behind the screen, and said in a low voice:

"There seems to be a foreign body in your child's nasal cavity."

"It seems to be a kind of monster larva named 'Ningsha Ghost Spider', which is a bit tricky..." Speaking of this, the doctor's words were full of blame:

"Almost all the big cities in Zhongzhou have fairy gates stationed there, so this kind of weak monsters rarely cause trouble in the big cities, and almost only appear in the wilderness and forests... It is you, the father, who let the children run to such places. Yes, I don’t pay much attention to the children’s movement on weekdays, otherwise it wouldn’t be like this.”

The thin man's face was a bit ugly, and he smiled wryly:

"It is."

"Actually, I am originally from Tan County. Half a month ago, Tan County was hit by a man-made disaster, with hundreds of thousands of casualties. Afterwards, I had no choice but to take this child and leave my hometown and come to this imperial capital to find a safe place."

"It's really possible that I didn't take good care of you this way..." The middle-aged man hesitated and asked;

"Dare to ask, how much does it cost to cure this disease?"

The doctor shook his head slightly;

"Although this condensed evil ghost spider is not strong, it is still a monster after all. Since it has entered the human body, how can it be so easy to deal with, and it cannot be cured by ordinary external and internal medicines."

"If you want to be treated, you have to take Mafeisan first, and then use a sharp knife to open the nasal cavity. You have to be careful afterward. After all, your child is still young, so you can't be negligent."

"According to this, there must be... 50 taels of silver."

"50 taels? Is it that serious?" The skinny man froze for a moment, but didn't speak.

"It's too expensive? After all, it's the work of a monster..." The doctor took a look at the man's clothes, then remembered the life experience the man mentioned just now, and realized that the man's financial resources were not good. After thinking about it, he said:

"Then...five taels."

Five taels of silver, with the purchasing power of the Yan Dynasty, is equivalent to five thousand in Qiao Mu's previous life.

This is obviously already a huge discount. According to the doctor, if you want to recuperate your body, you have to take herbal medicine for a long time. Enough.

"Five taels..." The skinny man read the number without any expression on his face.

After a long time, until the doctor got a little impatient, he suddenly said:

"If it doesn't work, what will happen?"

The doctor was startled, and fixedly looked at the thin man, his eyes met, and the two of them remained silent for a long time.

He wanted to persuade the man to think about it for a while, but he didn't know what to say when the words came to his lips.

While they were silent, an old man's figure walked quickly and came directly behind the screen.

"Here, this is 50 taels."

The old man was quite strong, and abruptly stuffed 50 taels of silver into the doctor's hand.

"I don't have the patience to watch you bargain and sell badly. I gave the money. When will my injury be treated?" Qiao Mu urged the doctor directly without looking at the man next to him.

"The old man is benevolent." The thin man blinked his eyes and bowed deeply to thank:

"One penny is hard for a hero. I am now poor and have nothing to repay. I hope the old man will tell me my name. He will be a grassroots ring in the year to repay."

Qiao Mu didn't want to be famous at first, but then he thought that being famous is also a good thing for him, so he said:

"Old man Qiao Shuanglin."

"Qiao Shuanglin?" The doctor had been standing by the side, seeing Qiao Mu volunteering to give the money, his expression was a little strange.

He didn't realize it until Qiao Mu reported his name.

"It turned out to be Qiao Shuanglin, Qiao Lao...why didn't you say it earlier?"

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Knowing that Qiao Mu's identity was Qiao Shuanglin, the doctor suddenly became polite and kind.

"Mr. Qiao, please come inside."

"Master Dong Xinglin is waiting in the inner hall."

The middle-aged doctor pulled the thin man and his son aside, entered the back room and waited, then led Qiao Mu back inside.

While leading the way, at the same time, I did not forget to bow my head to explain:

"Mr. Qiao is the Qiao family who have become famous recently. I know that you have your own beliefs and are powerful warriors with a firm mind and will not be shaken by other people's words, but there are some things I still want to say."

The middle-aged doctor was a little helpless, obviously still thinking about the thin Confucian scholar before.

"Five taels of silver, or 50 taels of silver, although it's not too little, but at most it can solve the urgent needs of one or two people."

"Actually, Dong Xinglin, my teacher, is not a greedy person, but rules are rules."

"A few years ago, my family teacher also tried free clinics. They didn't charge a single fee for the consultation. They only planted an apricot tree in the suburban forest after the disease recovered."

"In the first few years, there were tens of thousands of apricot trees in the outskirts of the imperial capital, and they became forests."

"The family teacher's reputation has risen, and the reputation of a benevolent doctor has spread throughout the imperial capital, and he has also been given the reputation of 'Dong Xinglin'."

"This is a good story, and it may be passed down through the ages." Qiao Mu nodded in praise.

It's just that the middle-aged doctor smiled wryly after hearing this:

"For the first few years, it did."

"It's just that later on, things aren't so beautiful."

"With my teacher Dong Xinglin's superb medical skills, which can be called first-class in the world, if the consultation is free and there is no fee for the consultation, what can the other doctors do?"

"In the next few years, gossip gradually started."

"Some people say that the tutor is gaining fame, making other colleagues a stepping stone to set off his noble character."

"Other doctors in the same industry are often criticized by others. They are compared with the benevolent doctor 'Dong Xinglin'. They say that your medical skills are not as good as the emperor's Dong Xinglin. How dare you charge such a high consultation fee?"

"It's idlers gossiping, why do you care what they do?" Qiao Mu frowned.

"If that's the case, the teacher will bear it... But the world has been in chaos in recent years, natural disasters and man-made disasters are everywhere, and there are many victims and patients like the middle-aged Confucian scholar just now."

"When they heard about the free clinic from family teachers, they naturally came here in droves, almost breaking through the threshold of the clinic."

"In addition to these disaster victims, there are also some ordinary people who are greedy for petty gains and refuse to pay for consultation fees. They don't want to go to other medical clinics when they are sick. They come to my medical clinic to wait for free consultations."

Qiao Mu was speechless.

"Even if it is a patient, there are actually serious illnesses and minor illnesses, and there are priorities."

"The number of patients is too large, and patients with severe and mild symptoms are mixed together. They are all free clinics. How to prioritize? Patients with mild symptoms may not be willing to be patient, let others treat them first..."

"Actually, our medical center is short of manpower. How can we treat so many victims... So, finally, one day, some critically ill patients were delayed and died in the lobby of my medical center." The middle-aged doctor sighed. sigh.

"...It's not your fault." Qiao Mu had no choice but to say so.

"Since then, all kinds of opinions have been raging, and the family teacher has no choice but to stop the free clinic."

"Who knew that this would make things even worse."

"They all said that their teachers were trying to gain fame. In the early years, the free clinic was just for fame. Now the reputation has spread all over Zhongzhou. After becoming the so-called benevolent doctor, the clinic is full of people every day, and the consultation fees are collected again. They earn a lot of money. Have a good plan."

"Later... the teacher is getting old, and we are left as apprentices to consult in this medical clinic, and we dare not do free medical consultations anymore."

Speaking of this, the middle-aged doctor did not forget to take a deep look at Qiao Mu.

Qiao Mu understood.

What the middle-aged doctor said was about Dong Xinglin's past deeds, but what he said outside the words was the fact that he helped pay the consultation fee just now.

Good intentions may do bad things, but if you donate generously at the entrance of this medical clinic, it is hard to predict what will happen next.

"So you wanted to talk about this..." Qiao Mu chuckled and didn't comment.

Thinking of the strange look in the doctor's eyes just now, Qiao Mu finally understood.

However, this doctor is actually a kind reminder, but everyone has their own ideas.

Qiao Mu understood what the doctor meant, but it didn't mean he was convinced.

While chatting, he had already stepped into the inner hall of the medical hall.

An old man with white beard and hair and a ruddy complexion was sitting on the grand master's chair. It was Dong Xinglin, a famous doctor in the imperial capital.

As for the other old man next to the Taishi chair, Qiao Mu was already familiar with it.

It was in the dungeon that Hai Wuya taught him the Sumi Mountain King Sutra.

The two old people had a pleasant conversation at first, but when they saw Qiao Mu and Fang Yuan being brought in, they stopped talking.

"You are Qiao Shuanglin?" Both Dong Xinglin and Hai Wuya looked up.

Especially Hai Wuya, even though the current Qiao Shuanglin is different from Qiao Zhong in the dungeon, it still makes his eyes move.

The miscellaneous books that Hai Wuya read in the sky prison in the past were "The Canon of Green Bag Medicine". Now after he was released from prison, he communicated with his old friends, but unexpectedly ran into Qiao's family, which made him a little excited.

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The wound on the shoulder is not difficult to deal with, and the injury itself is not serious, but the cold poison is a little more troublesome.

In less than half an hour, Dong Xinglin finished treating the injury, saying that in half a day, the cold poison will be cured, so the problem is not serious.

"Speaking of which, it is rumored that you have a picture of the blood moon left by a martial arts master hundreds of years ago, can you lend me a look?" Dong Xinglin asked.

Dong Xinglin is not an ordinary doctor, he is half a martial artist, and he has also heard about Qiao Shuanglin's deeds the day before yesterday.

Qiao Mu glanced at Fangyuan behind him. Strictly speaking, this painting is one of Fangyuan's family properties, and he just took it out for fishing.

"Senior Qiao is free." Fang Yuan was clever and said quickly:

"This painting is useless to me, but keeping it in my hands is a disaster. Senior Qiao can do whatever he wants."

The ancient painting Qiao Mu has always been with him, and he took it out of his arms after hearing this painting.

Dong Xinglin and Hai Wuya, the two elders, took a closer look, and they were gradually fascinated. After a while, their blood began to surge, and they suddenly came back to their senses.

"It's really extraordinary. The ancient paintings from hundreds of years ago are still there today." Hai Wuya spoke first:

"From this point of view, the martial artist who has refined the gods for hundreds of years may already be a first-rank martial artist."

"I actually underestimated the blood moon map." Dong Xinglin said with a smile: