"What are you looking at? If you are cured, I will not treat you badly!" The leading man glared and yelled, patting his waist.

The bulging thing was obviously the murder weapon.

The guy on the side couldn't help but shrink his neck.

The doctor had nothing to fear. He calmly stretched out his hand to check the pulse, then checked the wound, and stood up to think for a moment.

Seeing that he was silent, the faces of the men present turned paler.

"It's just that the head injury is serious, but it's nothing." The doctor said.

Everyone was shocked and overjoyed. Some people couldn't help but grab the doctor's arm.

"Then doctor, please help my brother," he said.

The doctor looked troubled.

"Although it's not serious, I'm not good at this." He said softly.

The men immediately became sullen again.

What does it mean?

"You mean it's incurable?" they shouted, glaring.

"That's right, I'm not good at this kind of trauma, but Dongjie Qianjintang is very good at it." The doctor said with a smile and pointed out.

Men, look at me and I look at you.

"Doctor Liu is a master of bruises and injuries passed down from his ancestors. He also has secret prescriptions. Why don't you try it somewhere? It will heal faster." The doctor continued, with a gentle expression, "Of course I can also treat it, but I have to be slower.

If the heroes..."

He has said this, but the men are still willing to let him treat it.

"Then let's go over there and take a look." They said, and immediately raised their heads and left with a cheer.

The smell of blood still lingered in the room, so the man opened the door to disperse.

"Master, why can't we treat head trauma?" he asked with a puzzled look. "How are we worse than Qianjintang? Master, why are you destroying your prestige? If you say this, those people will not come to us for medical treatment in the future.

Already."

The doctor smiled.

"I put it lightly. In fact, this man was seriously injured," he said.

Guy said, he seemed to understand but not understand.

So he deliberately didn’t treat the disease? So, let Qian Jin Tang treat it?

The doctor twisted his beard and looked at the door without saying anything.

"Treat it, treat it, there will always be times when it can't be cured." He murmured.

The night wind came and blew the letter paper off the table.

The boy picked it up diligently and glanced at it.

"...I asked her to cure her, but she cured a lot and made many mistakes. Now she has no power and has caused trouble. Let's see what she can do..."

The boy wanted to read it again, but the letter was taken away, and the doctor glared at him.

"Close the door," he said.

The boy went to work, closed the door, looked back quietly, and saw that the doctor had lit the letter on the candle, and the letter was engulfed in flames.

The lantern in front of the Qianjin Hall was on. What was different from the past was that there were two words written on the lantern, "Night Clinic".

At this time, a crowd of people rushed in, and the wind caused the lantern to sway.

Banging on the door broke the silence in front of the door.

Liu Pucheng in the room put down the book in his hand and stood up.

"Master, there is an emergency..." the disciple's shout came from outside the door.

Stepping out of the door, the hall was brightly lit, with many people standing there, and the disciple in charge of receiving the diagnosis was conducting an examination.

"...Male, forty years old, unconscious, with stab wounds on his head, face and body, moderate bleeding..." Zhang Tong raised his head and said.

Liu Pucheng nodded.
Chapter completed!