Chapter 226 Trouble the doctor Fang, diagnose the pulse for me
"Old Zhang! Don't close the door to me and pretend you're not home. Even if you seal the door with cement today, I will break it and catch you!"
"Bah, my place is small, and you still insist on leaving!"
Before Zhao Song's men could even turn out of the alley, the sound could already be heard far away.
The young man raised his feet halfway and put them down again, because he saw this loudly wailing person face to face.
With his eyebrows raised slightly, he turned his head and took a look. There was only one house behind him in this alley.
And in this house, there was a dead old woman lying.
His eyelids drooped, maybe he was feeling a little irritable. When he met someone who was more irritable than him, he couldn't help but feel itchy hands.
He wanted to... harvest a life to put out the fire.
Zhao Song suddenly felt a chill on his back. His body tensed subconsciously, and his heartbeat suddenly surged very fast. He felt the strong murderous intention rising from the other party at this moment, even though the young man not far away from him didn't even look at it.
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The sense of danger gnaws at the bones and burns at the heart.
He forced himself to calm down and took another sip as if he was irritated. Then, as if he had just noticed the young man's presence, his expression changed.
From being so irritable that he wanted to hit someone, to being kind and friendly in an instant, there was nothing unnatural about Zhao Song's expression change.
He nodded to the young man very politely and asked with a smile: "Look, you don't look like a Northern Xinjiang person. Are you from the outside world?"
The young man's eyes were full of murderous intent, but he still didn't raise his eyes, but he made a vague sound from his throat.
Zhao Song was relieved a little, it worked!
He continued to talk to the young man with a smile, like a warm-hearted good man who wanted to avoid any bad things with the young man.
Balabala, all he said was complaining about that old lady.
But the emotions were not vented to the young man at all.
The young man's hand moved, and Zhao Songgang's heart tightened when he saw the other person pointing his hand straight back.
"Ah, the Mrs. Zhang you mentioned seems to be dead."
"What!"
Zhao Song was shocked and shocked.
His surprise was not fake at all, and he raised his brows high and rushed towards Mrs. Zhang's house.
When his back was exposed to the young man, that was when he felt most nervous.
"I won't tell you anymore, I have to hurry up and see what's going on with this old woman!"
"With a few rent dollars, you won't be forced to death!"
While shouting, he was alert to whether the young man would attack him from behind.
However, until he stood at the door of the house and saw Mrs. Zhang's death, he did not feel that the young man had taken action.
He suppressed the urge to look back immediately and rushed over to carefully examine the cause of Mrs. Zhang's death. After finishing his part, he shouted loudly to summon the people living next to him.
When I went out, I could no longer see the young man near the alley.
His man also came back half a quarter of an hour later with a shocked look on his face, swallowing hard: "Brother Song, that man..."
He raised his hand to signal not to speak, and gestured with his mouth: Let's go.
The soul that had been lingering for so long was finally at peace.
Mrs. Zhang's death caused an uproar in the northern Xinjiang market.
There are a lot of people who hate her on weekdays, but she has a dark heart and a bad mouth. People are not familiar with her, and the money she earns from running a stall is not local money, so they just let her go.
It can be considered that she has food to eat.
However, Leng Buding died so strangely that people couldn't help but murmur in their hearts.
"Has this old lady Zhang offended someone?"
"I went to the place where she lived. The smell was so strong! It was scary..."
Amid the discussion among the crowd, Zhao Song and his men quietly hid in the dark.
He was not really looking for Mrs. Zhang to collect rent. Once the locals gathered together, it would be terrible if the young man was also hiding in secret and found out that he was pretending to be a false identity.
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Even the people in the camp heard the discussion.
Ying Huaixu accidentally heard it, a faint light flashed across his eyes, and he let out a very soft cry.
The technique is really simple and crude, aren't you afraid of startling the bird you want to catch?
He continued to walk forward, and coincidentally, he had just thought of this person in his mind, and this person appeared in front of him.
Ling Yutong lowered his eyes in greeting and was about to leave.
"etc."
She raised her head, a faint doubt appearing in her eyes.
Ying Huaixu smiled, and could no longer find any trace of the previous pain and the sense of age lingering around him. He looked at her quietly, with a naturally worried tone: "Why do you look at me? Your face doesn't look good?"
Ling Yutong subconsciously touched his face.
"Thank you for your concern, sir. I may be busy these days and it won't be in the way."
"Eh?"
"How can a woman's beautiful face be stained with tired black and blue? It just so happens that I have some interesting things here. Miss Ling, see if you like it. If you like it, you can use it."
Ling Yutong frowned slightly. She had no intention of accepting it, but Ying Huaixu just wanted to take it out.
"This is the balm of the capital, it can refresh you."
The other person had a smile on her face, her palms were spread out, and an opened box of balm almost hit her nose.
She was caught off guard and inhaled the scent of the balm.
Although the fragrance was very light, her throat felt like she wanted to cough. It was a little uncomfortable, but it only lasted for a moment, and she didn't feel much at all.
She frowned, took a step back, deliberately amplified her reaction, coughed twice, and waved her hands at the same time:
"Sorry, I'm not used to the smell of balm."
Ying Huai Xu's palm paused, and he was obviously stunned for a moment before taking back the ointment in his hand.
Then he said: "I'm sorry, Miss Ling, I don't know..."
The smell that made her feel weird finally no longer had a presence in her nasal cavity.
But the vigilance in her heart did not dissipate.
Suppressing the slight discomfort in her body, she said as usual: "It's okay. If you have nothing to do, sir, and the soldiers still need my help, I'll excuse you now."
She didn't act like she was eager to leave, but in her heart she wanted to leave now.
She always trusted her hunch.
Today, she was really a little uneasy.
I need to hurry up and confirm what happened to this balm that caused her to have such an uncomfortable reaction.
"good."
Simply, Ying Huaixu didn't seem to have any intention of keeping her, he looked at her apologetically and walked away, and said: "I still want to say sorry to Miss Ling, I thought you girls would all like rouge and gouache, especially on you.
It has a special fragrance, and I thought you would like the balm, so that's why..."
Ling Yutong paused before leaving.
She turned her head and said inexplicably: "I haven't used any ointment."
"My lord must have heard it wrong."
After that, she strode away.
Ying Huaixu stood there and looked at her back. He folded his hands under his sleeves and gently rubbed the cap of the balm with his fingertips.
Well, she definitely smelled this fragrance just now.
The plan went very smoothly.
Ling Yutong turned back to the camp and went to see Doctor Fang.
Doctor Fang was sorting herbs when he was startled by her sudden rush in, and his hands trembled.
"Why are you in such a panic!"
He thought he was some young soldier with a long mouth and scolded him.
Turning his head, his eyes widened.
"Ling Yutong?"
"Well, it's me."
A piece of Hao's wrist was handed over to her. She took a breath and said calmly: "Please, Dr. Fang, please check my pulse."