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Chapter 6 One generation is not as good as one generation
In the bustling train station, there are young people dressed in fashion, and middle-aged men and women carrying big bags. They are in a hurry, as if they are isolated from the people around them, but they are also a member of this dense sea of people.
The railway station has always been a place where everyone has three educations and nine liu. Although it is very strictly managed and has cameras in all directions, there are still some people who rely on "artists and courage" to make ill-gotten wealth.
As soon as the train arrived, an old man asked loudly who had seen his handbag. The passengers walked in a hurry, some left without looking back, some would look at him more pityingly, but they would not stop for him.
The old man has a dark skin and his face is full of wrinkles left by years of wind and frost. The clothes on his body are washed white and even have rough edges. It can be seen that life is not rich. His crying drew the security at the station, and the security worried that the old man might be out of anger, and helped him sit down next to him. Among the busy crowd, some people handed a bag of napkins, and some people handed them a bottle of water. They were still in a hurry, and there was no time to look back several times.
Er Laizi stood in the distance and watched the excitement for a while, turned around and prepared to walk outside along the flow of people. Before he could take two steps, he was slapped on the shoulder. He stiffened and ran forward without looking back.
"What are you running?" The man in a suit and tie kicked him on the bend of his hind foot. He slammed into the wall uncontrollably, and several wallets and phones fell out of him.
Seeing that the incident was revealed, the bum couldn't help crying out in pain, and even scrambled to escape the scene. However, he didn't know what the origins of this handsome man with well-groomed hair and the appearance of an elite male were. You can crush him to death with one foot, and he can't even climb.
"You steal all the old man's money, and you are not afraid of damaging your morality?" Zhuang Qing picked up the thief from the ground and handed it to the security guard who rushed over. By the way, the wallet and mobile phone on the ground were also secured. The small bag wrapped in one of the plastic bags was particularly conspicuous. He patted the dust on it, turned and walked in front of the old man.
"Master, is this yours?"
The old man took the plastic bag and opened it tremblingly. There were a few red notes inside, and the others were dozens of dollars in denominations. They were bulging, but in fact they didn't have much money.
"Thank you, thank you!" The old man was so touched that he thanked Zhuang Qing again and again, and even the passers-by clapped with excitement.
Zhuang Qing squeezed away to watch the lively crowd, shook the brand-name suit on her body, and walked out of the railway station hall.
"Boss, don't you take a taxi?"
"Do not hit."
"Handsome guy, don't you go to Dongcheng? Go to Dongcheng 75 and deliver it to your door."
"Not going."
Zhuang Qing ignored the many business drivers, searched around, walked towards a black car, knocked on the window door, the window opened, and a bare head stretched out: "Boss, you are finally back. "
"The train is late." Zhuang Qing threw the suitcase into the back seat of the car, opened the door to sit in, and then frowned, "A practitioner, how can I covet to enjoy it and turn off the air conditioner."
The bald head hesitated to say something but looked back at Zhuang Qing: "Boss, it's the end of the month. Our department hasn't used up the car travel expenses this month. Would you like to be so stingy?"
"What does this have to do with stingy?" Zhuang Qing said with a solemn expression, "The cultivator is not afraid of the cold and heat, it is the way!"
"But I'm just a fish afraid of the heat..."
Suddenly a terrifying coercion struck him, the bald-headed Chu Yu swallowed, and reached out to turn off the air conditioner: "You are right, I have to overcome biological instincts to become a powerful practitioner."
"Yeah." Zhuang Qing closed her eyes and leaned back in the chair, her handsome face was like a cast, too perfect to pick out any flaws.
The car drove halfway, and there was a traffic jam on the road. Under the high temperature of nearly 40 degrees, the two people in the car did not sweat at all, as if the sun is hanging in the sky, but there is not much temperature of light bulbs.
"The evil demon you reported to me the other day, caught it?"
"Catch it." Chu Yu's temperament is warm, and there is no response when the car is blocked halfway. "It was caught by the kid Zhang Ke. It is said that it was helped by an expert. Now the demon whip is still tied to the evil demon. None of our cultivation bases are enough, otherwise we will move him rashly and wait for you to come back."
Speaking of this, Chu Yu couldn't help but said, "Boss, how come you come back by train?"
"There is no flight until here."
"Then when you arrive at the sea market, you can directly transfer to the plane to return." Chu Yu gave a little flattering, "If it weren't for the radar electronic eyes everywhere, you would fly from overseas with your boss's cultivation skills. Coming back is just a blink of an eye."
After a moment of silence in the car, Zhuang Qing said slowly: "The plane ticket from Haishi to here will not be reimbursed."
Chu Yu: "..."
In the hospital, Peng Hang saw Fu Li simply and rudely throwing a piece of strange-looking thing into the cup. However, he stabbed it twice with a spoon, poured water and prepared to take it to the ward to drink, and was shocked. Hold Fu Li: "Little comrade, use fake and inferior medicines to drink. If something goes wrong, you will go to jail."
"But I'm the real medicine." Fu Li pushed Peng Hang's hand away, "The gentleman promised, it weighs more than a thousand catties, and I promise people things and never go back."
Is this young man's brain silly?
"He has a malignant tumor. It can't be cured with any flowers." Peng Hang chased up and grabbed Fu Li's clothing corner. "Dude, don't be kidding. Let the police handle this matter. I have already told Through the phone, the bureau will help this person contact her domicile and charity, and strive to apply for a special relief fund. Don’t mess around, you can’t take responsibility if something happens.”
Fu Li hesitated. In recent years, he has hardly contacted human beings. In recent years, he occasionally went to human society to take a peek at "News Network" at home. If the human physique changes, these medicines will not work, it seems possible.
Who knew that the door of the pantry was suddenly knocked open. The thin black woman who was about to jump off the building just saw Fu Li's hand exuding the medicinal cup, grabbed it with one hand, turned and ran to the ward.
"Hey, wait!" Peng Hang was so anxious that he wanted to stop the woman, but was stopped.
"Don't worry, in case it works."
"In the face of human life, there is no accident!" Peng Hang yelled angrily, "Only a child is lying on the hospital bed!" He pushed Fu Li away and followed in stride.
Fu Li looked down inexplicably at the hand that was being pushed aside. He had seen hunters in the world before. Are those hunters so bold?
No one can underestimate the strength of a mother in despair. When Peng Hang chased the ward, the child had already drunk half of the medicine, but he didn’t know if it was his illusion. He felt that the fake medicine smelled really good, maybe it was. Put some fragrance in it that is not good for the human body.
Seeing the woman's look full of expectation, Peng Hang couldn't tell if it was a fake medicine. He turned his head and gestured to his colleagues, asking them to find the doctor. If anything happens, he can get help.
The attending doctor was frightened when he heard that someone was giving the patient an unknown medicine. He threw away the boxed lunch that only had time for two bites, and ran all the way to the ward. It's not that they made a fuss, but it happened that the family members of the patient had heard of a remedy and tried it on the patient. As a result, the patient could not be rescued and his life was lost.
Panting and running to the door of the ward, the attending doctor helped the door frame to breathe before he heard the nine-year-old patient speak.
"Mom, my stomach doesn't seem to hurt that much anymore."
The attending doctor thought, is there any painkiller in the medicine? Now these medical swindlers are really not good things, and they are doing everything to kill a thousand swords and cut off their descendants. He took a few breaths and walked to the bed to perform a basic check-up on the child patient. The heart and lungs were normal, the pulse was normal, and the pupils had no abnormal symptoms. He pressed the patient's abdomen again, and the patient did not show any painful expression.
"What did you eat for the child?" The attending doctor looked at the thin and small woman in front of her. The woman shook her head blankly, and looked outside, but did not see the young man just now.
People?
Peng Hang shook his head, he couldn't remember when the young man left.
"Boss!" Chu Yu who was driving suddenly changed his expression and said to the man in the back seat of the car, "Did you smell it?!"
His body is a fish, and his sense of smell is not that strong, but this strong smell of meat Ganoderma lucidum is difficult for him to ignore.
Zhuang Qing, who had closed her eyes and calmly opened her eyes slowly, turned her head and stared at the hospital next to her, and whispered: "Tai Sui..."
Meat Ganoderma lucidum is cooked once a thousand years and can cure all diseases. However, most people or demons have no blessings. Those who eat too much will suffer from serious illnesses that are difficult to treat, and those who suffer severely will have their families destroyed. Over time, there is a rumor in the world that if someone has a bad luck, someone will make fun of the other person, is it guilty of being too old?
But the Tai Sui smell he smelled was strange, there was no resentment, no evil spirit, or even cause and effect.
Nowadays, cultivation is declining, and one generation of cultivation is not as good as one generation. If there is such a non-causal Tai Sui, it will be sought after by countless people, how can it be so easy to take out.
The smell of Tai Sui dissipated quickly, but disappeared without a trace in a few breaths.
Zhuang Qing is not someone who has never seen good things, so she quickly lost interest in such things.
"Oh, it's not easy for our fellow demons." Chu Yu recovered from the shock and pointed to the young man who was picking up mineral water bottles at the entrance of the hospital. "They are all reduced to picking up plastic bottles for money."
Looking up, Zhuang Qing saw a young man in a T-shirt picking up a mineral water bottle and throwing it into the plastic pocket she was carrying.
"If you don't practice well, if you are expelled from the department, you will have to rob him for work."
The smell of dragon?
Fu Li raised his head and glanced at the scorching sky. The previous dragon passed by. If the local weather was hot, it would drop a few drops of rain, bringing rain to the people. Now the dragon is becoming more and more stingy.
Even the virtue of Longxing and Rain has forgotten.
One generation is not as good as one generation.
The author has something to say: Fu Xiaoli: This is the worst demon I have ever seen!