"Mr. Yan, how do you think I can treat my Qi deficiency?" Master Jia asked.

Yan Zixiu pondered for a moment: "Let me make a prescription."

He weighed it up and decided that it would be most appropriate to prescribe the medicine and boil it on the spot, which would make the other party feel at ease the most.

"The four treasures of the study are at your service." Mr. Jia ordered. The Jia family has a great business and rich supplies. In a moment, pens, inks, paper and inkstones are all ready.

Yan Zixiu used his pen to create a prescription.

"Come here, come to our pharmacy to get the medicine." Mr. Jia winked at the servant. The servant understood that he wanted the doctor in the pharmacy to see if there was anything wrong with the prescription.

The Chinese medicine was quickly brought. The servant nodded to Mr. Jia to reassure him, opened the medicine bag and let Yan Zixiu take a look at it again, and then took it to boil the medicine.

After a while, two young monks came in, one male and one female, both of whom were in the late stages of Qi training. The male was a little chubby, with a pale face and no beard. The female was elegant, calm and elegant.

Yan Zixiu estimated that these were Master Jia's young master and young lady.

The friar called out "Dad" carelessly, found a chair and sat down on his own.

Jiang Dawei breathed a sigh of relief and also congratulated: "Congratulations to Mr. Jia, congratulations to Mr. Yan."

Jia Hongcai's expression changed continuously. The matter was so personal that he had to put down his arrogance and ask for advice: "Doctor Yan, can my injury be cured?"

Miss Jia suddenly said: "Dad, why don't you go find the Gao family?"

"You! You traitor!" Mr. Jia's face looked very ugly.

Of course Yan Zixiu understood that Mr. Jia was deliberately putting on a show to test his strength.

He said calmly: "Shaodong is a monk and has no disease. However, he once fought with others and injured his pulse. Sometimes he vomited and sometimes felt abdominal cramps."

With just a few words, Master Jia, Young Master Jia and Miss Jia were all stunned. The three of them looked at each other. Why did Dr. Yan diagnose the situation as if he had seen it with his own eyes?

Mr. Jia stood up in a hurry: "Dr. Yan is very wise, but Mr. Jia is disrespectful!"

"Okay, if he can see what's wrong with me, I'll let him cure it." Jia Hongcai was convinced by his father.

"This..." The three members of the Jia family hesitated for a moment.

Mr. Jia felt helpless and said to his son: "Hongcai, this is Dr. Yan, who knows the way of immortal medicine. Aren't you feeling a little unwell? You can ask Dr. Yan for advice."

Yan Zixiu was not in a hurry and let them figure it out on their own.

Miss Jia Ruoyan blushed: "Dad, one code is the same. The Gao family's guarantee for Mr. Yan has nothing to do with my marriage."

Jia Hongcai also got up from his chair and cupped his hands: "Dr. Yan, please forgive me, I'm rude."

"What do you know? Dr. Yan saw what was wrong with me as soon as he walked in. He knew at a glance that I must be a doctor." Mr. Jia scolded me.

"Thank you Mr. Huang, thank you Brother Jiang. Thank you Mr. Jia." Yan Zixiu returned the gift.

Mr. Huang smiled secretly, he was preparing to ask for help.

Mr. Jia originally planned to ask Mr. Huang to take the initiative to guarantee, but unexpectedly he took the initiative.

Jia Hongcai raised his chin: "How can a mortal see my illness? Dad, have you found the wrong person?"

In order to lighten the atmosphere, Mr. Huang said to Yan Zixiu: "Brother Yan, the first time I met you, I thought you had great literary talent. The day after tomorrow, there will be a literary club in our town. Would you like to participate?"

Mr. Jia's face changed, and he thought so. His son has already married one wife and two concubines, but there has been no news yet. This is a big concern of his. If there are no descendants, who will give this huge family property to in the future?

?

When Mr. Jia saw that Mr. Huang did not express his position, he had to ask for help: "Mr. Huang is a celebrity in this town. I have to trouble you to be one of the three guarantees."

Collecting ill-gotten wealth will inevitably lead to prodigal sons. It seems that this is true, Yan Zixiu thought.

"It's just because I wasn't allowed to come that I was even more curious." Miss Jia snorted.

Mr. Jia looked at Yan Zixiu with a look of helplessness on his face.

"Gao family?" Mr. Jia was startled and shook his head repeatedly: "If you are looking for him, why don't you give him a big gift?"

Jia Ruoyan's eyes lit up: "Mr. Yan, does he still have literary talent?"

Mr. Jia paused for a moment and found a way for himself: "It's not that I care about money. You don't know, Mr. Gao of the Gao family has been proposing marriage to my girl for his son. Ruoyan just doesn't agree. Everyone, tell me, I

How to beg him?"

Mr. Huang asked: "What is Mr. Jia's difficulty? The young master's body is more important."

Mr. Jia gave it a try and found that the decoction was moderately warm and cool. He drank it in one gulp, then drank the sugar water, smacked his lips, and said to himself: "I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but I feel my shortness of breath is much better."

He sighed deliberately: "Yes. The requirements of Raptor Villa are too strict. If Dr. Yan can't follow, I'm afraid the young master's injury will be delayed."

The female monk bowed to Mr. Jia, called him daddy, nodded slightly to the guest, and then sat down calmly.

Mr. Huang got off the donkey and said with a smile: "It's easy to say. I think Brother Yan is upright and will definitely not do anything evil. I guarantee it." His guarantee was not for the Jia family, but for Brother Yan's ambition.

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Miss Jia was not disrespectful just now. At this time, she looked Yan Zixiu up and down, as if she wanted to discover something.

Others think what Mr. Jia said makes sense, and the two are related. If someone proposes to you and you refuse, then if you ask for their guarantee, how can they agree easily?

Mr. Huang and Jiang Dawei hurriedly advised each other.

For Yan Zixiu, treatment can certainly be cured, but this pair of rich and unkind father and son cannot be cured easily, otherwise wouldn't it be helping them to oppress the people for generations?

Mr. Huang smiled bitterly in his heart. Now that Mr. Jia has seen his presence again, he really goes forward when he is needed and stays behind when he is not needed. But at this time he had no choice but to obey his orders: "Congratulations to Mr. Jia, congratulations to Mr. Yan."

Jia Hongcai got angry and threw his chopsticks: "Dad, is it your money that is more important, or is it more important to guarantee that Dr. Yan will follow me to treat my injury?" After saying that, he left the table.

Mr. Jia is usually selfish. Now he wants to find someone to vouch for it. He can't think of whom to turn to at the moment: "Okay. Let's all think about this."

As the nurse of the Jia family, Jiang Dawei cannot guarantee: "Master, there are still seven days. Why don't we think about it and see who is suitable to guarantee it."

"Ruoyan, didn't I ask you to come?" Mr. Jia was a little surprised.

But he didn't want to think about how he treated Mr. Huang. He ignored people's salutes to him. Now that he was in need of others, he also wanted others to offer help so that he would not owe any favors.

At the banquet, Mr. Jia asked: "Doctor Yan, I wonder if the dog's injury has any future consequences?"

"Young master's injuries can be cured, but it cannot be cured with earthly medicinal materials. You need to use spiritual flowers and spiritual herbs to refine the elixir to cure it. Moreover, the elixir needs to be taken continuously for three months. What happens during the medication?

Abnormal reactions must be adjusted at any time.”

Yan Zixiu was a little excited when he saw her, and wondered whether this Miss Jia was also a literary young man like Lan Meng?

Yan Zixiu said: "Mortal diseases are easy to cure, but monks' injuries are difficult to cure. If the injury of Chongmai is not treated, the most serious situation will affect the heirs."

Originally, Jiang Dawei could not sit down to accompany the guests, but Mr. Jia had an eye and saw that Yan Zixiu was a brother to him, so he asked him to accompany the guests.

"I'll tell you the truth. My son and my daughter will go to Menglong Villa in seven days to enter the Immortal Sect. Although they can bring followers, the followers must also be tested and need to be guaranteed by three middle-class or above households or celebrities. Doctor Yan

When I first came here, I only had the guarantee of my Jia family, but the strength was not enough."

He turned around and scolded Jiang Dawei: "Old Jiang, what did you just say? Dr. Yan is such a great talent, how can he be a current person? I want to hire him to be a teacher. He will take care of food and housing, and he will have a set of clothes for each season. Every month

, Well, let’s settle on fifty taels of silver for the time being. Mr. Huang happens to be here, too, to be a witness. Come, prepare a table!”

"Sir, your medicine is ready." The servant carried a tray with a bowl of soup and a bowl of sugar water. The sugar water is used to relieve the pain after taking the medicine.

He is now positioned as a wandering literary and artistic young man, and this matter is really worthy of him: "Huang Lao has been praised too much. I have only read a few books briefly, and how can I be worthy of the word "excellent literary talent". However, since there is such an activity, I

I am very willing to see things and broaden my horizons.”

Yan Zixiu thought to himself, before going there, he could temporarily attack Tang poetry and Song poetry and deal with it.

"Dad, I want to take the test of Mr. Yan." Without waiting for Mr. Jia's consent, Jia Ruoyan pointed to the flying snow outside and said, "Mr. Yan, please write a poem of your choice based on the snow scene.

"

Mr. Huang was a scholar and immediately applauded.

Yan Zixiu had no choice but to stand up and walk around for a few steps. He saw a few white plum blossoms in the corner outside the window, and smelled the faint fragrance of flowers. Suddenly, he had an idea and remembered a poem: "Okay, I will use this plum blossom."
Chapter completed!