Chapter 12: The clinic is in trouble

Author: Ju Gaogao

Chapter 12: The clinic is in trouble

Daoxiang Village has been starting out recently, and it has begun to rise to buy sachets at the clinic at the entrance of the village. After the market was over early in the morning, the villagers rushed to queue up at the clinic, fifteen cents a sachet, every day

Only ten are available, and I can't buy them if I want to go late.

If you ask where this sachet is good, some people say that the sachet recipe was passed down by the imperial physician in the previous dynasty. If you smell the headache, the fever will be cured immediately. Some people say that the picture on the sachet was made by the embroiderer who came out of the palace.

, The acupuncture method is exquisite, it is a small one, not unique and beautiful at the waist. In short, no one has a correct method, but it is really good-looking and cheap. Everyone wants to join in the fun and buy a home to wear it.

"Auntie, I'm not there today. You want to like this little thing. I'll send it to you when the goods come."

"Uncle, come back tomorrow morning, that's all today."

The crowds piled up at the entrance of the clinic spread out one after another. The young man who was holding the door at the entrance of the museum finally breathed a sigh of relief. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and began to clean up the door panel. While cleaning up, he shouted into the room: "An Da

Madam, can this sachet still be available tomorrow? My wife asked me to take two of her back this morning."

"There are a few left in the cabinet. You can get it yourself before you leave." An Xiaoxiao's voice came from the backyard. Through the curtain, he couldn't hear it clearly. The young man turned his ears and then replied at a long time.

Sentence: "Okay!"

"Rong Niang, I just said that your sachet can be sold well! Look, it's all become a hot item." An Xiaoxiao pulled Rong Niang to sit around the stone table in the backyard, looking at her happily, Dawu and two of them.

The younger one squatted aside and sorted out the medicinal materials in the medicine basket.

"An Niang's prescription is good, and the villagers support me." Rong Niang lowered her head and rushed to make a purse, counted the purse on the table, and said as if she sighed and complained: "You are the same, what kind of embroiderer in the palace, what is the story of the embroidery lady in the palace?

I'm even ashamed."

"The conscience of heaven and earth is all passed down by themselves." An Xiaoxiao raised her hand and sweared. Seeing Rong Niang hammering her shoulders, she quickly stepped forward to help her pinch her shoulders, "Stop embroidery, we won't sell the last one tomorrow.

Sell ​​this."

"Don't sell it?" Rong Niang asked in surprise. Seeing her current attitude, she thought An Xiaoxiao was going to sell the iron while it was hot.

"Yeah, I won't sell it anymore." An Xiaoxiao shook her head, took away the needle and thread from Rong Niang's hand, and blinked slyly, "Rong Niang, do you want to open an embroidery workshop?"

"ah?"

A sachet of fifteen cents, and a hundred more than a few taels of silver is sold. When will it cost to make money? What she wants is not money, but to push Rong Niang’s embroidery.

An Xiaoxiao was hitting Xiaojiu in her heart, and without saying anything, she patted her shoulder comfortably, hummed the little song on the back of her hands and walked out, leaving a few people looking at each other in the same place.

The big tree attracts wind, and the clinic business is getting more and more popular, so it naturally attracts some people to worry about it.

At first, it was just a small fight. After a day or two, someone would come to the clinic and say that taking medicine made him feel unhappy and muttered to refund the money. An Xiaoxiao was the one who was a fellow villager in the country, and he looked up and saw him.

Whenever he comes to refund money, he also refunded his money. In business, peace is the most important thing. Unexpectedly, the other party became more and more intense and hit her in the gun.

"Ouch! It hurts so much! Everyone comes to take a look. It's this broken sachet that hurts my chest."

It was the time of the next round, and the villagers at the entrance of the village were endless. A cry of pain sounded at the entrance of the clinic. People coming and going were attracted by the attention and stopped by the roadside to watch the fun.

"Oh! It hurts so much! You all see that the clinic hurts people!" I saw a young man in a thick shirt lying in pain at the entrance of the clinic, and his mouth was humming from time to time.

The more you surround yourself, the more you scream, the more you scream, the louder you scream.

"Little brother, otherwise I will help you in first, let's talk inside." The young man in the clinic was so anxious that he was sweating. He wanted to reach out to pull him, but he saw that he looked painful and his lips turned white, which was not like a fake, man

I was timid and did not dare to help me rashly, so I could only stand aside and do it in a hurry.

"What's going on?" An Xiaoxiao, who was invited by a friend in the backyard, hurried to the door. The young man leaned into her ear and whispered a few times. An Xiaoxiao was already aware of it, and she sneered in her heart.

Sheng, approached the other party, raised an eyebrow, "Brother, why are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"It hurts! It hurts so much!" The man lying on the ground didn't match her. When he saw her coming, he screamed even more. An Xiaoxiao snorted coldly, her eyes flashed slightly, and the silver needle was directly pierced into his shoulder

The man's face turned pale, his pupils shrank slightly and screamed. An Xiaoxiao's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he immediately sealed his mute hole.

"Help him in." The man's face turned blue at this time, and his lips were trembling and could not say a word. An Xiaoxiao didn't even look at him, wiped his hands with a handkerchief, told the clerk, and walked back to the store without an expression.

The young man wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked someone to carry him in. When everyone saw that there was no fun to watch, they let out a few words and then they all scattered.

"What's wrong?" Rong Niang and Dawu, who came to the scene, poked their heads out to join in the fun. An Xiaoxiao took the person to the backyard, concise and to the point, "It's a mess."

The half-dead man was thrown to the ground with a painful expression. An Xiaoxiao watched him coldly until his breath gradually weakened, and then waved his hand to pull out the silver needle. She crushed her right foot on the man's shoulder to untie the dumb hole.

Gently smiled and asked, "Who sent you here?"

"Next door." The man inhaled in big mouthfuls, unable to say a complete sentence.

"Where is next door?" His right foot gradually exerted force and another scream.

"Mother, we're here."

"Don't come in!" The crisp childish voice was coming from a distance and was about to enter the backyard. An Xiaoxiao was slightly shocked and was about to stop him. However, the man under his feet suddenly burst out and pulled out a short knife from his cuff and went to An Xiaoxiao.

Thorn, "Go to die!"

The two little ones pulled Rong Niang and came behind her. Taking into account them, An Xiaoxiao could not avoid this distance. She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, slightly raised her arms and went to block it.

Hopefully, there is no scar left. An Xiaoxiao gritted her teeth.

"Puchi."

The short blade pierced into the flesh, and the familiar smell of blood dissipated in the air. Rong Niang and the two little ones screamed at the same time.

"Dawu!"

"Uncle Dawu!"

The scarlet liquid fell to the ground, and Dawu blocked An Xiaoxiao's body, his eyes were full of cruelty, and he raised his leg and kicked the man in the chest, whispering: "Get out!"

The man flew out in response, his back hitting a tree trunk a few feet away. His face shook and he fainted.

"What are you doing?" An Xiaoxiao was so angry that she trembled all over. She pulled off her clothes and wrapped it around Dawu's left hand, gritted her teeth and said, "You can take the knife with your hands."

What a fucking thing. Aunt needs a fool to save her?

"Auntie, I'm fine." Dawu raised his uninjured right hand to help An Xiaoxiao wipe off the soil on his face. He was a little embarrassed when he lifted it halfway, so he could only turn and scratch his head, "Auntie, are you okay?"

"Is something wrong! I'm so angry by you!" An Xiaoxiao glared at Wu angrily, turned her head and looked at the two scared little ones, with a helpless tone, "Rong Niang, take them home first, let's deal with it.

Go back afterwards.”

"I don't, I want to accompany Uncle Dawu." An Shuyue twisted her body and wanted to get close to the two of them, but was stopped by An Xiaoxiao's slightly warning eyes, "Aspect."

"Okay." An Shuyue curled her lips unhappily, took Rong Niang's hand and walked back with An Yuce.

"Come in." An Xiaoxiao sent them away, glared at Dawu again, grabbed his clothes and turned into the hut.
Chapter completed!