"Look, that town is called Xiashi Town, it belongs to Pingxiang. The wounded doctor we are looking for is named Rao, and we all call him Mr. Rao. The bamboo house on the side of the mountain is his. He has a weird temper, and those with ability have a bad temper."

Tang Haoming stretched his head out of the carriage, pointed at the road, and asked Lu Yongzhi to drive the carriage to the edge of the mountain.

Lu Yongzhi helped Tang Haoming out of the car. At the door of the bamboo house was a 50-year-old man with a white goatee sitting.

He picked the medicinal materials on a wooden board, saw them get off the carriage, glanced at them coldly with the corners of his eyes, and then continued to bow his head to do the work in his hand.

Tang Haoming shouted: "Mr. Rao, you have business coming to your door again."

"Why haven't you been shot to death? You ran towards me every few days." The old man put down his work, picked up the teapot at his hand and drank a sip of tea.

"I'm dead, do you go there to earn medical expenses and drink corn wine?" Tang Haoming replied with a wry smile.

"If you don't do a good job, why are you a bandit? Help him in." The old man muttered and stood up, patting the ashes in his hand.

"Mr. Rao, I have repeatedly stated that we are not bandits, we are thieves. Have you seen who is a bandit who does not steal the common people, but specializes in stealing foreigners and rich people in Annan?"

Tang Haoming raised his neck, and his thick blue veins burst out, and he argued with a blushing face and thick neck.

"What? Let's argue with me, do you want to cure it? If you didn't see that you are good to the people, I wouldn't bother with you."

Mr. Rao's beard was raised and he ignored him.

"If you say I am a bandit, I won't treat it." Tang Haoming broke free from Lu Yongzhi's hand, and sat on the bench in the yard with anger.

"Love to cure but not!"

Mr. Rao was also an angry person. He took off his apron and threw it on the ground, sat down and continued to drink tea, without even looking at them.

Lu Yongzhi looked at this and then that, and shook his head helplessly. This was really a pair of stubborn donkeys.

"Mr. Rao, my brother is young, has a bad temper and can't speak. Mr. Rao should not be as knowledgeable as him. Everyone has to insist on things that he is a thief and regards it as honor. It's true that Mr. Rao is obviously a good doctor, but others say you are a drug seller, and you won't be happy."

Mr. Rao looked at him with a surprised look, but didn't say anything.

"You are unhappy to others who say you are selling medicine because you have this self-proclaimed in your heart. You are saving lives and helping the wounded. This is the pride of your profession."

Lu Yongzhi continued to persuade.

"Well, young man, have you been to a new school? I've been full of new words."

"I have read a few books and I have shown off in front of my husband." Lu Yongzhi quickly smiled on his face, picked up the apron thrown by Mr. Rao on the ground, and handed it to him respectfully.

Mr. Rao shook his apron like a demonstration, and dust spread on the ground.

"I'm too lazy to bother with him, you can help him in." After saying that, he picked up the teapot head and went into the room without looking back.

Tang Haoming was still angry, avoiding Lu Yongzhi's hand to support him, Lu Yongzhi whispered:

"You don't understand his temper yet. I hope to say sorry to you from him? It's already an apology for him to take the initiative to treat you."

Tang Haoming then got up and entered the house.

Mr. Rao used scissors to cut his trouser legs, and it turned out that the place where he used salt water to prevent inflammation began to turn red and swollen again. Mr. Rao picked up a corn wine bottle, poured some wine on the wound, and then picked up a knife and cut it twice on the wound.

Beads of sweat the size of soybeans appeared on Tang Haoming's forehead.

Mr. Rao said in a gloating voice: "It hurts, just shout loudly if it hurts, and it won't hurt if it shouts."

"It seems like I was bitten twice by mountain ants." Tang Haoming gritted his teeth and said in an indifferent voice.

Mr. Rao was choked and didn't speak, and he quickly cleaned his hands and feet.

"Why are you in a daze next to you? It's noon and you're not going to cook. When I cure him, I'll serve you two again?"

Mr. Rao hit a soft nail in Tang Haoming's place and turned around and threw all his anger on Lu Yongzhi.

"Oh, I'll go." Lu Yongzhi, who wanted to intervene and help, agreed quickly.

When he arrived at the kitchen, there were some pickles on the table. Lu Yongzhi washed rice, cooked a pot of rice, fryed a bowl of eggs, and helped him split a bunch of firewood, and coded neatly in the kitchen.

"You prodigal son, why did you cook rice when you don't work at noon? You even fry such a big bowl of eggs? How do you live like this?"

Mr. Rao entered the kitchen and shouted in fuss.

"Don't yell, don't yell, the money for food is ours. Look, a piece of ocean, and all your food costs are included in these days."

Mr. Rao took Dayang without hesitation, blew it in his mouth, and then put it in his pocket.

"There is no alcohol at home, go and take the wine gourd to the town to make some wine. Look, I just need the wine from the Li family's wine shop." Mr. Rao picked a big wine gourd from the wall and handed it to Lu Yongzhi.

There is a word "Rao" written on the wine gourd.

I drove the carriage to the town, and there were more than a dozen shops in the town, a street more than 100 meters long. The wine flag of the Lijia Wine Shop was very conspicuous and could be seen at a glance.

After entering the store, before Lu Yongzhi could speak, the shop owner greeted, "Is it the one who made wine for Mr. Rao? Come on, give me the gourd."

After making the wine, he took out another oil paper bag and said, "Please drink, Mr. Rao's favorite fried broad beans."

Lu Yongzhi bought another piece of smoked bacon and asked, "How much does it cost to go together?"

The shopkeeper replied: "Mr. Rao is all accounts. The money for the wine in the previous few times has not been paid yet. Are you paying this time or together the previous few times?"

"Then let's do it, let's get together."

"You are sending someone to see a doctor. Mr. Rao is a weird person and can't say anything good. Only these three bowls of wine are the time when he talks the most." The shopkeeper tied him with a thin linen and chatted with Lu Yongzhi.

"Why does Mr. Rao live alone, his wife and children?"

"My wife has long died, and a son is in Guilin. He has earned some money to support his son in school by practicing medicine, and the rest has been bought and poured into his stomach." The shopkeeper's abacus and pushed the numbers on the abacus to Lu Yongzhi.

After paying the money, Lu Yongzhi picked up his things and went out: "Shopkeeper, I'm leaving, business is booming."

"Thank you for your good words."

When Lu Yongzhi returned to the bamboo house, Mr. Rao looked at the bacon in his hand coldly, poured a bowl of wine himself, and started drinking it on his own.

"The wine shop has settled all the accounts for you." Lu Yongzhi said while serving the rice.

"It's a big deal. The shopkeeper of the wine shop is in a bad mood. He owes some money to make him less interest. He wants to drink it and pour it into his own!"

Mr. Rao knocked Tang Haoming's hand that reached over to hold the wine bowl and knocked it on chopsticks.

After dinner, Lu Yongzhi naturally washed the dishes and washed the pot.

"It's easy to see your hands and feet. After washing the dishes, go and check the medicinal materials. It's just the day at noon."

Mr. Rao held a wooden stick in his mouth in front of a toothpick and went to the shade of the tree to take a nap.

Lu Yongzhi looked at Tang Haoming's wound, and a piece of black plaster was stuck on the wound.

"This guy has a bit of a temper, but he does have a set of things in his hand. He can cure red wounds and is not as good as him in a radius of a hundred miles. With this plaster, the pain will be much better."

Tang Haoming praised in a low voice.

"So how many times have he been treated here? How many days will this gunshot wound be healed?"

"It usually takes ten days to recover. His prescription is said to be passed on to him by an old Miao doctor, and it is particularly effective for red wounds."

Lu Yongzhi thought that in the future, this plaster must be kept with him if there is a bullet in the future. If there is an accident and the doctor cannot find it, it can save his life.
Chapter completed!