FIRST DAUGHTER OF THE MAGICAL DOCTOR

Private Pharmaceuticals

"You……"

"You are you!" He was not happy, pointing to the two injured legs, "If you do not intend to forgive the person who injured your two feet, then you have no right to accuse me.

Bad guys always get evil rewards 'if they If you don't hurt me, where will the bad results come from today?"

No one had ever spoken to him like this before, he did not kneel, did not follow his strength, and did not treat him with courtesy and respect.

He had his own thoughts, and would boldly question his words, and he almost held back every single word he said.

Seeing him pout and frown, the man hooked the corner of his lips with a smile instead of anger, looked at the river already in sight, and asked him, "Are you still gone?"

Feng Yuheng sat on the ground, "I won't go, I'm tired."

The two sat on the ground side by side, watching the flames in the morgue gradually shrink, and the corpse was almost completely burnt out.

At this moment, in the gap where the two were living just now, two figures appeared and moved, as if they were looking for something.

Feng Yuheng stood up, looked for a while with bright eyes, then looked at the people around him, "Hey, I'm looking for you, right?"

The man asked, "Why aren't they looking for you?"

"How is it possible." Feng Yuheng's expression became a little erratic as he thought, "My mom can't wake up from a serious illness, and my brother is only six years old.

Other people in the village are also thinking of hurting us, or avoiding it."

He pointed to the two figures, raised his eyebrows, slightly sneered at his pink lips, even his small nose slightly raised, revealing an indescribable cleverness, "Run to the mountain pass!" , I've got to know where you live. "

The man lazily raised his eyes, and seeing Feng Yuheng's stupid and clever appearance, this girl was extremely attractive. Well, very interesting.

Pulling his thoughts away, he gently raised his right hand, placed his index finger and thumb to his lips and whistled, and blew loudly, and the two people there rushed over here.

It was a young man and an old man who was over fifty years old, the old man was carrying a medicine box, he had to become a doctor.

The young man was dressed in black, neat and unadorned, with a sword at his waist, clearly dressed like a guard. 

Upon seeing the brocade-robed man, he clearly felt relieved, "I can't find his master, so I think something has happened." After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and pushed the breathless old man beside him.: "This is my subordinate.

The brocade-robed man nodded, and glanced at the doctor: "Sorry."

The old man wiped off his sweat, said "don't dare", and rushed forward to inspect his wound.

Then the guard turned his gaze to Feng Yuheng, frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

"A burner." The brocade-robed man replied to him.

Feng Yuheng raised his brows: "Which of your eyes saw that I lit a fire?"

"Both eyes see."

"Sir." The old man said, "Your kneecap is broken."

In short, it attracted some people to look at those two legs.

The brocade-robed man nodded, "I know, Sir, can you arrange the bones?"

The old man hesitated for a moment, and then replied: "Yes, I will, but I worry that the pain caused by the bone setting is unbearable for ordinary people! This old man is ..." He glanced at the guard, "I was caught by this doctor on my way out of the hospital." The younger brother caught it, and there were only a few herbs commonly used inside the medicine box, and no Mafeisan!"

“Without anesthesia, it will hurt to death,” Feng Yuheng said coldly.

The old man strongly agreed: "Not only does his bones need to be set, but also the rotten flesh on the knee must be scraped first.

The old man saw his wound and it was swollen.

Don't let this little brother carry you, and return to Fucheng Medical Center with this old man.”

"No." The brocade-robed man flatly refused, "I'll treat him here."

The old man waved his hand repeatedly: "No, no, no, no, no Mafeisan.

I dare not treat such a wound."

Feng Yuheng did not want to listen to their arguments anymore, he clasped his hands between loose sleeves, and felt a hint of heat as he stroked his right wrist, and in an instant, felt a slight heat, he saw something he shouldn't have seen—— In his previous life, he opened a private pharmacy in the provincial capital.