I took the old lady to the street in the center of the village. A large number of people had gathered there, but even though there were many people, they were still lined up in an orderly manner. Next to the queue was a young woman. It seemed that this orderly queue was because of her.

s reason.

At the front of the queue, a middle-aged woman was looking, smelling, and examining the patients to determine whether there were any physical problems with the villagers.

"Are you also here for consultation? Old people can go to the front, while young people should stand at the back of the line."

Seeing Zichuan and the others helping the old lady over, the woman responsible for maintaining order in the queue also came forward, took over the old lady who was being supported by Zichuan, and said something to Zichuan.

"this……."

Before he even spoke, this woman had already defined him as a villager who came to see a doctor. He did not join the queue, but stood aside and waited for the old lady to complete the consultation. He had to start and finish everything he did.

When the old man brings you, you must take him back.

The woman who inquired first took the old woman's pulse, then communicated with her for a while, and finally determined the situation, took out some traditional Chinese medicine from the bamboo basket behind her, and called the woman in charge of order.

, the woman took the medicine handed over by the master and started brewing it for the old lady on the spot.

Because she had to boil medicine, the old lady couldn't leave for a while, so Zichuan and the others waited nearby. During this period, Zichuan carefully observed the exchanges between the doctor and the villagers. It was obvious that the doctor could tell from his words.

He was a miracle doctor who could detect the villagers' illnesses and prescribe medicines accordingly without taking any money. He was a miracle doctor who could help the world with just one pot. However, Zichuan clearly felt that the doctor himself was already suffering from the disease.

She was seriously ill, but she had been suppressing it so she didn't show it.

The queue was getting shorter and shorter, and there were fewer and fewer people. After a few hours, the medicine that the woman prepared for the old woman was finally finished. While it was still hot, the woman brought a bowl to the old woman's hand and asked her to drink it. The old woman had no doubt that he was cheating on her.

After two sips, drink it directly.

"Sir, he must be suffering from the plague."

Zichuan naturally didn't believe that the doctor came here to treat others just to infect others. He must have used some special means to isolate the possibility of infection.

"How did you tell?"

This woman who consults the villagers for free is the current head of the medical family: Nianduan, the sister who helped her.

Zi Chuan was her disciple Duan Murong. She was surprised to hear Zi Chuan explain her illness. This person looked so young and she had never heard of such a young talent from any other family.

"It's just a small trick. I'm just curious about how Master Nianduan managed to isolate himself from the plague and prevent it from spreading?"

Naturally, Zichuan would not tell Nianduan that I saw the beginning of the lesions on my body at a glance.

"It's just a small trick. The young master is the heir of that family, and he has such abilities at a young age."

Zichuan did not answer Nianduan's question, and Nianduan did not answer Zichuan's question. Instead, he asked where Zichuan's teacher was from.

"Master Nianduan is overestimating. I am not a member of a hundred schools of thought. I am just an isolated person in the world. However, I, Master Nianduan, am also a good doctor who cares about the common people. Don't resist. I will try to see if I can help you get rid of the plague.

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Without giving Nian Duan a chance to react, Zichuan directly pinched Nian Duan's shoulders and transmitted some of the power of thunder into her body. It didn't mean anything else, but he could feel it after seeing Nian Duan's consultation today.

She really thought about these people, so Zichuan wanted to help her. He believed that if Nianduan was given some time, she would be able to develop a way to resist the plague.

Seeing Zichuan grab his master's shoulder, Duanmu Rong immediately wanted to rush forward to stop Zichuan's movement, but was blocked by Yan Lingji who came with Zichuan.

"Take a good look at it. This is considered your master's good luck. Good things should be rewarded with good and evil should be punished with evil."

Duanmu Rong, who was about to step forward, Yan Lingji said something. In fact, she also admired Nian Duan from the bottom of her heart. During the time when she was seeing her for consultation, Yan Lingji heard from the villagers about the recent news.

The plague was widespread in the village, but Nianduan risked his own life and sincerely provided free medical treatment to these villagers.

"puff."

Following Zichuan's actions, Nianduan spit out a mouthful of black blood. Finally, Zichuan made a cut in her palm. The blood flowing from the wound was still black. It seemed that she had been infected with the plague for some time.

The blood cells in her body had begun to die. Fortunately, she met Zichuan. Zichuan first used spiritual energy to help her drive out the virus from her body, then warmed her body and finally forced out the necrotic blood cells, although it would not be immediate.

It can be cured, but it only takes a few days to recover completely.

"This... I would like to thank this young master."

She knows her body's thoughts best. Previously, she felt that she was almost exhausted. After Zichuan's treatment, she felt her body relaxed a lot, as if all the pain in her body had been eliminated. Only then did she understand that this young man

What did people do to her.

"It's okay. This is what Master Nianduan deserves. However, although I helped you completely force out the toxins, I suggest Master Nianduan that you still need to rest for a few days and don't work too hard, as that will be detrimental to your body's recovery."

Curing Nianduan is really a trivial matter for Zichuan, but curing Nianduan will mean a lot to the people. Don’t underestimate such a doctor. Although she does not have the ability to calm the world, her medical skills

If it is passed down, it can benefit the people all over the world, so saving Nianduan can be regarded as a good deed done by Zichuan for the people all over the world.

"You are not from a hundred families, and you are so young..."

At this moment, Nian Duan was constantly guessing Zichuan's identity in his mind.

"After taking a closer look, I think you look familiar, as if I've seen you somewhere before..."

"Master, he is the person in the portrait."

After seeing Nianduan vomiting blood, Duan Murong came to her side, but after hearing her master say that Zichuan had cured her master's disease, she remained silent. However, when Nianduan was still thinking about where she had seen Zichuan,

Duan Murong suddenly remembered the painting he saw on the way from Yan State last time. When he thought about it carefully, Zichuan was at least 90% similar to the man in the painting.

"Oh, yes, Ronger is right, you are the mysterious swordsman who defeated the Yan army with one sword."

After being reminded by Duan Murong, Nianduan immediately reacted and looked at Zichuan in front of him with a sudden realization. Isn't the man in front of him the mysterious swordsman rumored among the Seven Kingdoms?

"If you want to say that, it should be me."

Unexpectedly, he was so famous. When someone recognized him, Zichuan admitted it openly without making any attempt to hide it.

"It's really hard to believe that you have such strength at such a young age."
Chapter completed!