Ming Zhiyuan was crawling in the rain in a deserted suburb outside Tianyun City. Several huge mastiff wolves were biting at him crazily.
He had no reaction at all. He was moving as several mastiffs and wolves fought and tore at him. There was no good piece of meat on his body.
Master Fu and a young man were standing in the rain pavilion not far away, followed by Liu Jiu and several servants.
The young man was about twenty years old. He was wearing a luxurious moon-white embroidered robe and had a strong and slender figure. He looked at the mastiff wolves biting Ming Zhiyuan with a look of excitement and envy on his face.
:
"Master Fu, these mastiff wolves of yours are so powerful. Give me two of them. One male and one female is best. I will breed some mastiff wolves."
Master Fu shook his head, "These are all going to the capital to give to the prince. How can they be distributed. These two are valuable. I gave them to you. If the prince's palace blames them, I can't afford it."
After saying that, he picked up a wooden whistle in his hand and blew a few short commands. The mastiffs immediately stopped biting and ran back. They squatted down in front of the two of them and looked at Master Fu. They were arranged neatly like people.
together.
The young man saw this and became even more jealous: "Master Fu, just help me breed a few. I'll give you three lizards in exchange for them."
Master Fu turned his head and looked at the young man and laughed a few times: "Young Master Rich, you have a good idea. I will replace the three lizards with mastiff wolves that I cross between a magic mastiff and a wind wolf. I will also help you train them well."
He’s a businessman after all.”
At this time, a servant walked out, came to Ming Zhiyuan, put his hand under his nose for a long time, and then put it on his neck to touch him. He came back and nodded to Master Fu.
The young man was still pleading, "Then four, no, five, five lizards. Exchange two, one male and one female."
Master Fu shook his head: Lend me your roaring lion for half a month, and I will give you two trained mastiff wolves, one male and one female. How about it?
The young man felt discouraged all of a sudden, "The roaring lion beast is my father's baby. If I agree, then my father can twist my head off."
As he spoke, two large sedans were brought over. The two of them got on the sedans under the umbrellas held by the servants, and the group gradually walked away.
The rain was still falling, getting heavier and heavier, and Ming Zhiyuan's body in the mud seemed to move.
Not long after Master Fu and his party left, a burly figure walked out of the heavy rain. A man wearing a rain hat and carrying a package walked into the rain pavilion. As soon as the man entered the rain pavilion, he twitched his nose and said, "The smell of Warcraft? It doesn't look like it."
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He looked at Ming Zhiyuan in the distance with confusion, and then Ming Zhiyuan's body moved again.
The man looked at it for a while, then walked over and dragged Ming Zhiyuan back to the rain pavilion.
After looking at it carefully for a long time, he pondered: "Been bitten by a monster? There are also various strange scars and wounds from being tortured. He is still alive. He is really lucky."
He looked around, as if he was afraid of being discovered, and a strange smile appeared on his face: Try my new medicine.
The man took out a sapphire bottle from his arms and poured out a few pills that exuded a disgusting smell.
He thought for a moment, "Two pills? Three pills? The injury is so serious, four pills, um, five pills." Then he stuffed a few pills into Ming Zhiyuan's mouth and put one hand on his Adam's apple.
Slowly use your internal force to help him guide the pill into his abdomen. He took out a small box and said to himself: "Thank you for helping me test the medicine, and I will also help you treat your injuries. If you die if you can't cure it, it has nothing to do with me.
It’s your bad luck”
He scraped out a lump of green ointment from the small box, looked at Ming Zhiyuan, and put the small box back into his arms with one hand.
Then he stripped Ming Zhiyuan's tattered clothes cleanly in three or two strokes, and applied them carefully to Ming Zhiyuan.
After a while, Ming Zhiyuan's body was smeared green. After applying the ointment, the man stood up and took a deep breath, "It depends on your luck."
Ming Zhiyuan had a long and painful dream. He dreamed that the pervert named Fu fried himself in a frying pan, and the firewood burned vigorously under the frying pan.
The man surnamed Fu poked small holes in his body with an iron pick, and asked Ming Zhiyuan with a smile if the fried dandy tasted good? It hurt so much!
He felt like his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were all fried, and his whole body was about to shatter at the touch of it.
He struggled hard, trying to climb out of the oil pan, but the pervert named Fu always used iron sticks to prick his hands that were holding on to the edge of the oil pan. Both hands were pricked with transparent holes.
He kept climbing and falling.
"Are you awake?" Suddenly he heard a man's voice. Ming Zhiyuan tried his best to open his eyes and saw a smiling man's face.
His eyebrows were curled up in a smile. The man looked at him and said to him with a smile: Introduce yourself, I am your savior. From now on, you can just call me the miracle doctor. How do you feel now?
Ming Zhiyuan looked around and saw that this was a simple house. In addition to two wooden beds, there were a few farm tools in the corner.
It seemed to be where the farmers lived on the farm. When he saw the man smiling as if he was harmless, he only murmured: "My body hurts."
"The pain is normal. You've been comatose for seven days and seven nights. It's your luck that you didn't die...Oh no, it's my medical skills."
Ming Zhiyuan could not stand up or lift his arms.
He could only look back slightly and said: "Thank you to the miracle doctor for saving my life. I wonder if you can tell me the name of the miracle doctor, so that I can remember it day and night. And where is this place?"
The man said: "This is Kaiyang Prefecture. We are in Lengshui River outside Kaiyang City. I picked you up in a deserted suburb of Tianyun City. How did you end up like this? Are you being chased by your enemies?"
Ming Zhiyuan recalled it and asked eagerly: "When my benefactor picked me up, did he only see me? Did he see anyone else?"
The man seemed a little dissatisfied that Ming Zhiyuan didn't answer him, but instead asked him a question. He frowned: "You are the only one. When I saw you, you were crawling on the ground, no different from a dead person. You didn't even have a pulse or heartbeat.
If it weren't for my superb medical skills, you would be over the top now."
Ming Zhiyuan quickly added: The life-saving grace will never be forgotten. I will thank my benefactor deeply.
The man was even more unhappy: "Who do you want to thank? You haven't said how you ended up like this?"
Ming Zhiyuan hesitated. The power of the wealthy family was beyond his imagination. Although Mingfu was just a wealthy businessman from Feiyun City, he also had his own connections.
The rich family dared to blatantly arrest his father, son, grandson and grandson to Tianyun, detain him, torture him for interrogation, and then kill him and silence him.
Without a strong official background, no one can do this. If this person who claims to be a miracle doctor has any relationship with the rich family, and tells him the truth, he may face the danger of being sent back to the rich family.
Seeing Ming Zhiyuan's hesitant look, the man felt unhappy and said angrily:
"Forget it if you don't tell me. I don't want to know about your nonsense."
After saying that, he turned around and sat down on the other bed with a pulled face. He turned his head and stopped looking at Ming Zhiyuan.