Nine days later.

While the five-room old Yang family in Changping Village was happily giving their new granddaughter nine baths and entertaining relatives and friends who came to give gifts,

Yang Ruoqing, who has been away from home for nearly ten days, has traveled to several places in succession, from Baiyan Town to Wanghai County, then from Wanghai County to Qing'an County, Qing'an County and then to Huguang County, and finally returned to Qing'an County.

Anjun.

Finally, in an ordinary courtyard in an inconspicuous alley, I found a candy master who pushed a cart out of the stall every day in the wind and rain, and cooked sticky syrup to make shapes of birds, insects, and fish for the children.

No one knows the real name of this candy man master, but we only know that he has a pair of very clever hands.

Those hands can hold all kinds of strange things in this world.

Over time, everyone called him Master Qiao.

Master Qiao has no wife, children, or other family members. He has lived alone in this alley for these years. He goes out to his stall in the wind and rain every day, except for smiling at the children who come to buy candy in front of his stall.

He is usually taciturn most of the time, and he is a nod to his neighbors. When he comes home from his stall, he will close the door and thank the guests.

Therefore, he has lived in this alley for nearly twenty years, and none of his neighbors know his specific details.

Until that day, someone knocked on the courtyard door of Master Qiao's house, with most of the vermilion paint peeling off.

He opened a crack in the door and stuck his head out.

Standing outside the door were two unfamiliar men and women.

The woman is very young, tall and beautiful, with a natural confidence and calmness between her eyebrows.

The man stood silently a few steps behind her, arms folded in front of him, holding a domineering steel knife in his hand.

Although the dust of traveling was sprinkled on the two of them, it could not conceal the excitement in their eyes when they saw Master Qiao.

"You two...who are you looking for?"

"Of course I'm looking for you, Master Qiao!" the young woman in the lead said.

Master Qiao said calmly: "If you want to eat sweets, wait until the stall is out tomorrow to buy them. Today I am ill and closed for the day."

The woman smiled and shook her head, "We are not buying candy, we are asking Master Qiao to come out to help set my uncle's bones."

When he heard the word "bone setting", Master Qiao's expression suddenly changed, and his eyes became wary.

But all the changes were just a flash of light, and his expression immediately returned to normal, but his eyes were colder than before.

"You are looking for the wrong person. I only know how to make candy. If I need to straighten my bones, I will go to the medical center and see a doctor."

After that, he retreated back into the house and planned to ignore it. However, the door of the house was held up by a strong arm, preventing him from closing the courtyard door.

It's the man standing behind the woman.

His eyes were as bright as fire, and he looked down at Master Qiao condescendingly. Unlike the kindness and friendliness in the woman's eyes, the man's eyes were very cold, and the strength in his hands was even more shocking.

There was anger in Master Qiao's eyes: "Who are you? This is disturbing the people. I'm going to report it to the government..."

The woman took a step forward, flicked her wrist, and a portrait fell from her sleeve.

The painting is a portrait of a woman sitting on a swing, covering her nose with her hands and smiling sweetly, but like a demon-suppressing charm, it immediately stopped the restless Master Qiao in place, unable to move, and just stared at him with his eyes open.

In that portrait, the pupils shrank in waves, and the fingers holding the door frame tightened little by little, leaving several long marks on the door panel. The nails were finally broken, and blood flowed, without even realizing it.

He murmured and asked softly: "You, you, how come you have this portrait?"

"Not only do we have this portrait, we can also help you find the woman in this scroll."

The young woman from before spoke again.

She put away the scroll and came to Master Qiao, her eyes full of sincerity and her attitude extremely respectful.

"My uncle was tortured by gangsters and his legs and legs were damaged. We called many doctors but were unable to do anything. We asked the descendants of the bone-setting doctor in Baiyan Town about your whereabouts, Master Qiao, and came here to invite you. We hope Master Qiao can help.

To help!”

Master Qiao withdrew his gaze from the scroll stuffed into the woman's sleeve and returned it to the face of the woman in front of him.

After a brief silence, he turned sideways to make way and said in a deep voice: "Let's talk after we come in."

…

Qing'an County, He family.

After saying goodbye to the mother and daughter of the He family who had thanked her so much for their kindness, Yang Ruoqing returned to Tianxiang Tower in the county accompanied by Xiao An.

"Sister, you are so amazing, you really found that bone-setting master!"

Along the way, Xiao An had said this to Yang Ruoqing no less than ten times.

"Whether he is a master or not can be known as soon as he makes a move. Today I saw him diagnosing Uncle He with just a few steps of acupuncture... Tsk, tsk, the dozen or so so-called famous doctors in front of him are incomparable!"

Xiao An once again talked about the diagnosis at that time, and couldn't help but admire it.

Those famous doctors from before came to diagnose, and they could complete the diagnosis in at least an hour or at least a stick of incense.

Then he talks about some vague and ambiguous words, and then prescribes a basket of medicines for you to take when you go home to see the effects...

This is a long process, so long that it gradually erodes the confidence of patients and their families, making people become desperate.

"This clever master should be a person who doesn't say many harsh words."

Yang Ruoqing slowed down and let the horse walk steadily. She held the reins with one hand and turned to talk to Xiao An, who was shoulder to shoulder.

"Uncle He's leg has at least a 70% chance." She added.

Xiao An nodded, "I feel the same way. It's a strange feeling. I can't explain why. In short, I just feel that Master Qiao is good. We finally found the right person this time."

Yang Ruoqing smiled, "This feeling comes from the self-confidence passed down to us by Master Qiao himself. I also have that feeling, and I believe other people should also have it."

Xiao An nodded vigorously.

"In the past, other doctors prescribed medicine after seeing it, took the money and ran away, but Master Qiao stayed here, boiling medicine, inserting acupuncture, and taking care of Uncle He..."

"To be honest, I think a real doctor should be like this. Not to mention, he really makes people feel at ease, as if he has someone to support him and he has nothing to fear."

"Uncle He is actually in a very bad mood these days. He often loses his temper with Aunt He for no reason and always says negative things."

"Lian'er told me privately that they were all worried that Uncle He would do stupid things. People who drank those medicines became depressed and lost a lot of hair,"

"Okay now, Master Qiao is here. No matter what, Uncle He should be in a better mood."

Yang Ruoqing smiled and listened to Xiao An talking a lot without interrupting.
Chapter completed!