After 9 o'clock in the morning, patients came to consult the doctor one after another.

As Huang Feihong's only medical disciple, Xu Feng naturally had to stand aside and learn.

Most of the people who came to see the doctor were poor, and Huang Feihong not only did not charge them for the medicine, but weighed and wrapped the medicine with his own hands, and wrote down the method of suffering in detail.

Xu Feng said: "Master, this kind of medicine grabbing matter, leave it to me in the future." ”

Huang Feihong said without looking back: "Diagnosing diseases and grasping medicine is a matter of life." A human life is the heaven of a family, and it must not be sloppy. It's not that Master doesn't trust you, it's just that you've only been here for a long time, and you haven't remembered many of the names of the medicines, so let's practice again. ”

"Yes, Master." Xu Feng said respectfully.

Huang Feihong has been practicing medicine for so many years, and he has always maintained a sense of awe for the doctor's profession, which really makes Xu Feng admire him too much.

"By the way, Master, the weather is a bit muggy, why don't I fan you?" Xu Feng had an idea, and took the opportunity to say, "Where did you put your fan?" ”

Huang Feihong said in a deep voice: "What fan do you want?" If some patients are not able to withstand the wind and cold, will it not harm them? ”

"Oh."

It seems that you can't rush it.

Xu Feng immediately calmed down and watched carefully how the master cured the disease and saved people.

Although I can't learn martial arts for the time being, learning medical medicine well will also be very useful in the future movie world.

Towards noon, a group of people rushed into Bao Zhilin.

At the head was a strong man dressed in a fat body, dressed in a short coat, half-open arms, with a red face and long braids coiled on his head—a reckless appearance.

"Master! Master! Save people! ”

His roar rattled the lattice, and the ground seemed to be beating a drum as he ran.

Needless to say, this person is Huang Feihong's eldest disciple, Lin Shirong.

Lin Shirong, alias Pork Rong, sells pork in the vegetable market.

He had a strange illness when he was a child, and he was so thin that he was about to die, but he took Huang Feihong's medicine for a month and fully recovered.

So, since then, Lin Shirong has worshipped Huang Feihong as his teacher and practiced the basic skills of Hong Jiaquan since he was a child.

Huang Feihong often does not charge for consultation, and he also uses a lot of medicinal materials, and Bao Zhilin can last for more than ten years without being closed, and almost all of them rely on Lin Shirong to sell pork to make up for it.

"Shirong? What's going on? ”

Seeing that the situation was urgent, Huang Feihong immediately stood up and went out.

"Master! We were selling vegetables in the concession area, and suddenly a group of people who claimed to be the Hesha Gang rushed out, indiscriminately, and slashed and killed us vegetable vendors! Lin Shirong said that he was angry, and stomped his foot fiercely, and Bao Zhilin's green bricks were immediately broken into three pieces.

Dozens of injured people were rushed in, and Xu Feng hurriedly beckoned them to be put in the inner room.

Huang Feihong briefly checked it, and said to Xu Feng in a deep voice: "Go and bring the disinfectant and gold sore medicine." ”

"Yes!" Xu Feng quickly ran to the medicine cabinet.

Disinfectant water is not a medicine of traditional Chinese medicine, and the reason why Bao Zhilin has this kind of Western medicine is obviously inseparable from the subtle influence of Aunt Thirteen, which also shows that Huang Feihong does not have any insights in medicine.

Huang Feihong gave priority to the debridement and suturing treatment of the seriously injured, and his superb technique, combined with the ancestral gold sore medicine, quickly controlled the condition of these injured.

Xu Feng ran back and forth to help the master take the medicine and change the medicine, and for a while he forgot about his tiredness.

Lin Shirong sat on the chair and panted heavily, "That river sand gang is clearly found by foreigners!" The foreigners have robbed us of our land, and now they have wounded our people, and I will seek revenge on them! ”

Saying that, Lin Shirong was about to rush out.

"Shirong! Hold it! Huang Feihong reprimanded angrily.

Lin Shirong roared unconvinced: "Master! Don't stop me! I can't swallow this! ”

"Bastard!"

Huang Feihong said angrily: "Those who practice martial arts must not be reckless!" I'll do the things I negotiate with foreigners, and you will stay honest with me! ”

Lin Shirong said angrily: "The foreigners are powerful in our land, and the dog officials of the Qing court can't even see a shadow, this, is this still our country?" ”

As he spoke, such a strong man wiped away his tears.

Xu Feng's heart was touched, and he wanted to comfort this hot-blooded senior brother, but he didn't know how to speak for a while.

Born in troubled times, the country is weak and the people mourn.

"Is Huang Feihong here?"

With an official shout, the gate of Bao Zhilin was rudely pushed open by the Qing court soldiers.

Dozens of soldiers armed with foreign guns walked in with a white-faced and bearded official.

The official looked to be in his thirties, with a long bead around his neck, an upright hat, and neatly folded horseshoe sleeves.

He also pinched a brocade in his hand, covered his mouth and nose with a brocade papa, and his eyes were full of disgust, as if he had come to the pigsty chicken coop.

After the musketeer Ding next to him finished lining up, he said angrily: "Which one is Huang Feihong?" ”

Huang Feihong shook his placket, straightened his collar, and stepped forward calmly, "It's Huang Feihong below." ”

His coat was covered in blood, and his voice was not high, but it did not hide his grandmaster temperament at all.

The official glanced at Huang Feihong contemptuously, "Master Huang, I am Ma Peiyuan, the newly appointed general manager of the Imperial Guard, from the official position of Wupin, as soon as I took office today, I heard that Diao Min was making trouble outside the concession, so I came to take people." ”

Lin Shirong said angrily: "We make trouble? It is clear that the foreigners occupied our land, and they hired the river sand gang to drive us away! You just don't care about us, and you still help foreigners to get us? ”

Ma Peiyuan said coldly and arrogantly: "The merits are right and wrong, the official has his own conclusion-come and take them all away for me!" ”

Lin Shirong shook the horizontal flesh on his body, clenched his fists and opened his eyes angrily, and shouted: "I see who dares!" ”

The militia warriors next to him also copied the guys, and a big war was about to detonate.

Ma Peiyuan was furious, "Just Diao Min, if you commit the following crimes, do you want to rebel?" ”

As he spoke, he put away his handkerchief and pulled out a short-handled musket from his belt.

"Smack!"

Huang Feihong slapped Lin Shirong in the face, and Lin Shirong's sturdy body staggered three steps and collapsed to the ground.

This is really not light!

Lin Shirong has followed Huang Feihong to practice martial arts since he was a child, and he has a strong foundation for external martial arts, and it is difficult to hurt him with ordinary fist and foot kung fu.

But in front of Huang Feihong, his little external skill is nothing at all.

"Criminals!"

Huang Feihong scolded Lin Shirong angrily: "Get out of here and kneel outside to reflect!" You are not allowed to get up without my permission! ”

Lin Shirong said with a face full of grievances: "Yes, Master." ”

Ma Peiyuan still wanted to stop it, but Huang Feihong clasped his fists and said: "Master Ma, please calm your anger, Shirong is against you, I am a disciple who has no way, please look at my face, don't be like him-Shirong!" You're still going to get me out of here? ”

Huang Feihong is also a friend of the former Admiral Liu Yongfu, who is an official of the First Rank and can be regarded as a feudal official.

In addition, Huang Feihong's status in the minds of the local people in Fushan is quite respected, and Ma Peiyuan is not a fool, since Huang Feihong took the initiative to intercede, he is not easy to force it.

Ma Peiyuan snorted coldly, removed his hand from the short-handled musket, and glanced at Lin Shirong with slanted eyes, "Count yourself lucky, you have a good master." ”

was slapped by the master, but avoided being arrested and beaten by the officials, Lin Shirong naturally knew that the master had good intentions.

He no longer caused trouble for his master, hung his head and walked outside Bao Zhilin without saying a word, kneeling at the door in a proper manner.