The old man stroked his long beard under his chin with great relief, took the hot tea handed by Chu Chu and took a sip. "Who said no, alas, it's all because I didn't check it for a while as a teacher, and I made friends with such bandits, Shaojun, you must remember that if you make friends carelessly, ......you will be harmed for 10,000 years."

Duan Shaojun almost burst out laughing, but he forcibly held back and rubbed his flushed cheeks. "The lesson of the master is that disciples will be cautious when making friends in the future."

"Master, are there many pills and powders in our pharmacy?" Duan Shaojun sat on the couch and asked towards Mengyu.

"Not much, that is, twenty or thirty, are some commonly used drugs, what?" Dream replied casually.

"Twenty or thirty." Duan Shaojun smashed his mouth, and was about to continue asking, when he saw a group of people suddenly rushing to the corner of the street outside the pharmacy, hurrying over to this side with a door panel.

"Master, master, help......" led by a wealthy middle-aged man about fifty years old, rushed into the pharmacy with an anxious face.

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"Shopkeeper Xu, what the hell is going on?" The abbot stood up and said with a puzzled expression.

"The dog didn't know why, and suddenly the abdominal pain was unbearable, and he fainted twice. Xu showed the doctor at home and said that it was intestinal paralysis...... A piece of medicine went down but the abdominal pain was still there, and when I was helpless, Xu could only come to the rescue of the master to save my son's life. The shopkeeper Xu Da, who was dressed in a brocade robe, pleaded with tears in his eyes.

"Okay, needless to say, don't bring people in yet." Master Dream waved his hand and shouted.

It didn't take much effort, and even someone carried the door panel into the pharmacy and placed it in the lobby. Duan Shaojun couldn't help but be stunned after seeing the person who came, isn't this the little white-faced Xu Qianxun who likes to stick to Qi Niang's side all day long?

Xu Qianxun, who should have red lips and white teeth, and a handsome little white face, was pale at the moment, covering his abdomen with his hands, and moaning weakly. After carefully examining Xu Qianxun's face, Master Mengfu took the futon handed by the second senior brother of Jianzhen, sat next to the door, grabbed Xu Qianxun's left hand and began to take the pulse.

While checking the pulse, he asked the shopkeeper Xu about the situation at that time. After a short period of effort, the face of the Dream Master was as gloomy as water. "I'm afraid it's not intestinal paralysis......"

"What's that?" Wiping the sweat on his face, the anxious shopkeeper Xu asked.

"I'm afraid it's an intestinal carbuncle, and it's acute."

The answer of the abbot of the dream made the shopkeeper Xu look like ashes, and he sat down on the ground with his legs weak. The tears that had already been contained in his eyes suddenly rolled out. And the subordinates around him were all disgraced.

"Carbuncle of the intestines, isn't it appendicitis?" Seeing the desperate appearance of the two dead fathers and bereaved mothers in the Xu Mansion, Duan Shaojun couldn't help but scratch his head.

"Acute appendicitis?" Meng Yu raised his eyebrows and looked towards Duan Shaojun.

"Master, can you let the disciple take a look." Seeing the gaze cast by the abbot of the dream, Duan Shaojun strode forward and asked in a low voice.

With the approval of the dream, Duan Shaojun squatted down, first touched Xu Qianxun's forehead, and it was really a little hot, and then, he reached out and touched his abdomen, whose abdominal muscles were as hard as a bodybuilder.

asked the family of Xufu again, and after confirming that he had vomited after lunch, Duan Shaojun was already 100% sure that Xu Qianxun had appendicitis, and it was also acute appendicitis.

"Master, can you cure this disease? Save the master, Xu is such a son in his life, if the master can save him, even if he takes Xu's life, it doesn't matter. The shopkeeper Xu Da, who finally struggled to sit up, kowtowed three times to Mengyu, and said with a sad face.

"This disease...... Alas. The abbot looked at the shopkeeper in embarrassment. If this disease is chronic, Lao Wei can still have some methods, but this kind of acute intestinal carbuncle, to be honest, can only do his best and obey the fate of God. ”

In a word, this disease can only depend on the will of God at all, and no matter how it is used, it is also a waste.

"Daddy, my son hurts so much......" Xu Qianxun opened his eyes at this time and moaned weakly. As soon as these words came out, the shopkeeper Xu Da crawled to Xu Qianxun's side and held his hand tightly. "Good son, you bear with it, but you must not have anything to do, if something happens to you, how can you let your father live......"

Seeing this father and son like this, Duan Shaojun couldn't help but feel a little sad, and the Chu Chu girl standing on the side was already with tears in her eyes, and her nose was already red. "Uncle Monk, you're a very powerful miracle doctor, can't you think of a way?"

"Good niece, it's not that the old man doesn't want to think of a way, but there is no good way at all. At most, the old man gave him needles to relieve him of some pain. The abbot smiled helplessly and shook his head. Carbuncle has always been dangerous, and once it appears, doctors are helpless, and the injury has always been a life of death. ”

Seeing Chu Chu's pear blossom with rain, Duan Shaojun's heart became even more sour, he took a deep breath, and made a decision in his heart. "Master, this acute intestinal carbuncle is not incurable."

In one sentence, the pharmacy, which was originally as noisy as a funeral home, fell silent in an instant, and everyone looked at Duan Shaojun very much.

Even if Duan Shaojun's skin was as thick as the corner of the city wall and bricks, he couldn't stand it at the moment, and touched his nose embarrassedly. "We're all the same gender, so you don't have to look at me like that, do you?"

“…… This, this son, are you saying that this acute intestinal carbuncle can be cured? Shopkeeper Xu, who was kneeling on the ground, walked directly to Duan Shaojun with his knees, his face full of snot and tears was full of unbelievable shock, and there was a little expectation.

The abbot looked at Duan Shaojun with bright eyes, and he suddenly remembered that he, a favored apprentice, had inherited medical skills, but he had taken another medical path that was completely different from his own, and perhaps, he really had a way to say that it was not necessary.

"Not bad." Facing countless puzzled faces, Duan Shaojun nodded heavily and replied affirmatively. "I can cure it."

"You know how to heal?" Shopkeeper Xu asked Duan Shaojun again uncertainly, but his gaze had already shifted to the abbot of the dream, and he wanted to get some information from him, at least to determine whether the young man in front of him, full of sunshine and vitality, understood medical skills.

"His surname is Duan Shaojun, and he is a proud disciple of Lao Gu, who is proficient in many medical skills that even Lao Gu knows, especially in surgery." The abbot of the dream first set his eyes on Duan Shaojun's face, and after seeing Duan Shaojun's serious and sure face, he slowly nodded and said carefully.

"Duan Gongzi, as long as you can save Xiao'er's life, as long as Xu has it, Duan Gongzi, even if you have all your net worth, Xu will be raised by a son of a bitch." Shopkeeper Xu hurriedly kowtowed to Duan Shaojun.

Frightened, Duan Shaojun hurriedly reached out and supported him. "No, this is not possible, it is the duty of a doctor to cure the sick and save people, and there is no money...... This is my master's Keats pharmacy, and my master doesn't accept it, and I can't accept it. Duan Shaojun really wanted this old guy to give him a thousand eight hundred silver taels, but the problem was that there was a dream master squatting behind his buttocks.

Therefore, Duan Shaojun, who has always believed that if you have to pay, you must have a corresponding gain, you can only resist the urge to reach out and ask for money, and put on a meek and kind compassionate expression to show the world his righteous and awe-inspiring Lei Feng spirit.

It's a pity that I didn't blow my clothes into the air, fluttering like a fairy, and the image was too imperfect.