Huishengtang is also in the east of the city, but it is an outer city.

Different from the dignitaries and nobles living in the east of the inner city, the east of the outer city is full of ordinary people, ordinary people make up the majority, and there are a few literati who read books, but not many.

The journey was not far, and Pan Quan'er arrived shortly after.

A red round sun, wrapped in the sunset glow, hangs at the end of the west street.

There were no people coming and going on the street, but there were still a few people in and out of the three facades facing the street.

On the front door hangs a mud-gilt plaque. The three words "Huishengtang" are neatly written, and they are quite old.

A pair of couplets hangs on both sides. On the left is "I hope everyone in the world is safe", and on the right is "He Chou puts medicine on the shelf", holding a pair of feelings of hanging a pot to help the world.

Pan Quan'er knew a few words, and every time she entered this door, she would put away the slack and slack on her face and put on a stern expression.

After all, his parents were down and out, and they had asked for life-saving medicine here.

One has to know how to be grateful.

Although Guishou Zhang is a stubborn old man, he is definitely the benefactor of most of the people in the capital.

"Hey, are you here again?"

In front of the medicine cabinet, Ji Wuwei, a young apprentice in the medical center who was weighing medicine, was only fourteen years old this year. When he saw Pan Quan'er coming in, he smiled and pointed to behind the curtain on the right.

"Master, the old man is waiting for you in the house."

"Thank you little brother for the pointer."

Pan Quan'er was a little startled, and hurriedly responded, walked over, stopped outside the curtain, and said respectfully, "Elder Zhang, little Pan Quan'er."

"come in."

An old voice came from the room, with a hint of dissatisfaction.

This is the first time Pan Quan'er has entered here.

A bitter medicinal smell wafted through the nostrils, most of them were medicine cabinets, and the Duobao Pavilion contained either medical books or medical utensils such as acupuncture and bone scraping knives.

Guishou Zhang, who is well-known in the capital, was standing behind a long table, the sleeves of his sackcloth were rolled up, and his hands were bloodied, and he was bandaging the wings of a white dove.

Hearing him coming in, he only raised his eyes and blew his beard.

On a dry face, reluctance was written in every wrinkle.

Lifting his chin slightly, he gestured to Pan Quan'er to pick up the simple brocade box at the corner of the desk.

"Everything is in a box."

"This kind of old rheumatism that adds to old wounds and adds to rheumatism is the most troublesome."

"In the past, the old man has never been diagnosed with such a serious disease. He only tried to make a few plaster and prescribed a prescription."

"You take it back to your second grandmother, and ask the patient to try it first to see if it works."

This is very humble.

The ghost hand opened his mouth and moved his mouth, but his hand was very steady. He carefully knotted the end of the gauze, and then heaved a sigh of relief. He took the burden next to him and wiped the blood on his hand.

There was sweat on his forehead.

He is old after all.

On the other hand, the pigeon, after being bandaged, dragged its injured wing and staggered on the table, making two "coo" sounds.

Pan Quan'er saw that it was a carrier pigeon, but she didn't care.

He stepped forward and hugged the brocade box, opened it carefully, and saw a piece of rice paper on the top, densely written with scribbled doctor's orders.

This is the style of the old men.

Pan Quan'er calmed down, closed the brocade box, and sincerely thanked Ghost Hand Zhang: "It's really hard for you to bother, and the second grandmother doesn't know how to look back, I'm afraid she will come to disturb you soon."

"Humph."

Ghost Shou Zhang squinted at Pan Quan'er, and only pressed his fingernails with his hand, sucking out the blood soaked in it.

He said lukewarmly, "Go back quickly after you get your things. Your second grandmother may be in a hurry."

"hey-hey……"

Pan Quan'er touched her nose in embarrassment, and didn't dare to talk back to the old man. She just hugged the brocade box, nodded and resigned.

"The little one will bring something to honor you another day, so let's say goodbye."

With that said, Pan Quan'er honestly left the house.

Gui Shou Zhang was not in a good mood. After wiping his hands, he threw the burden on the case and slammed the pigeon into a fright.

"Why do I have to do things for her?! Do I really think that the old guy who is sick is the old man named Gu?! I should mix it with a few pounds of arsenic, and the medicine won't kill him!"

"Damn, what are you talking about?!"

As soon as the ghost hand opened his mouth and finished cursing, the curtain outside was suddenly opened, which was quite scary.

His old wife, Mrs. Tang, came in with a basket of freshly dried licorice and glared at him with anger.

"The older you get, the more confused you are! It's you!"

"You don't even think about it. If you complain casually, people will keep it firmly in your heart, and Baba sent you two carts of medicinal materials."

"No living Bodhisattva has such a good heart."

"You know that it's not good to catch her, look at people with an old eye!"

"I"

The ghost hand opened his mouth and wanted to refute, but he was not convinced.

As a result, the pair of eyes of Mrs. Tang's "If you say one more sentence, I will slap you to death", suddenly suffocated the words back.

Almost got an internal injury.

"Cuckoo cuckoo."

The pigeon quietly walked to the other side of the table, tucked its two wings, and hid aside like a quail, as if afraid of being affected by the war between the couple.

Mr. Tang came over, opened the grid of the medicine cabinet, slowly put the sun-dried medicine inside, and kept talking.

"If you scolded others, 'don't look at people who are poor', they sent you these common medicinal materials."

"It's just the beginning of spring, headaches, brain fever, diarrhea and vomiting are on the rise, and the medicinal materials are not enough. When you see the two cars pulled by others, your eyes are shining."

"Now that the medicinal materials have been collected, the matter has been answered, and even the plaster and the prescription have been prepared, and you are scolding people behind your back!"

"Is it okay to give you two carts of medicinal materials and ask you to save a few more people?"

"It's not ashamed to lose you, too old and eighty!"

After all the scolding, the ghost hand Zhang, who could walk sideways outside, only shrunk himself into a quail.

He thought, feeling aggrieved.

"If it wasn't for the eldest son, how would I want to talk to her? Don't you look at what the eldest son lived in the mansion! If I can save her life, it is all in the face of the old general!"

"The eldest son is reasonable and knows who is right and who is wrong." Seeing his cowardice, Mrs. Tang couldn't help but spit at him, "It's the second grandmother's bodhisattva's heart after all. You have to pay attention to those old sesame seeds and rotten millet!"

"All right, all right, you are right! I can't say enough about you!"

The ghost hand Zhang Yitong blew his beard and stared, turned his back in anger, simply took a medical book from the Duobao Pavilion and a package of silver needles, and walked directly out the door.

"I won't tell you, I went to practice medicine!"

At a glance, Mrs. Tang saw that he was holding the "Shengji Acupuncture and Moxibustion Picture Book", and when he looked at the package of silver needles again, he knew what he was going to do, and he was too lazy to stop it for a while.

"Broken hamstrings, it's good to be able to continue, what are you still obsessed with!"

She sighed lowly, only closed the medicine cabinet, and gently put the bandaged pigeon back into the pigeon cage before going outside and instructing the little disciple.

"Wuwei, you go and hang up the sign of General Xue's mansion. In the future, if someone from their family comes to see a doctor, especially Grandma Lu Er, if your master has no life-threatening illness, he will be informed."

Ji Wuwei was stunned for a moment, then reacted, and nodded quickly: "Yes, Mistress, my disciple is going."