"Well, okay! Since my elder brother has already spoken, pharmacist, please leave these four women by your second sister-in-law's side!" Ning Ziming was stunned for a moment, then smiled and let go.

He still clearly remembered that last night, Chai Rong said in person that those girls could not be left behind, which made them unable to keep their heads in the future. But today, Chai Rong took the initiative to ask him to leave the four women. These two completely opposite decisions made him very uncomfortable, but he still chose to follow them.

Brother Chai won’t harm me, and he told Ning Ziming this intuition.

Even though he knew that he had many difficulties and dangers to go to Liaodong, Chai Rong was still willing to help him with righteousness; even though he knew that his identity was a big trouble, Chai Rong still promised to protect his life. If such a person was still stabbed him in the back, the young man would rather close his eyes and leave this cold world forever.

He believed in his intuition and believed that human hearts were not that bad.

However, the old pharmacist Wen Ma, when he saw the words of "Master", his master completely changed his mind and felt very uncomfortable. He was stunned for several breaths before he was overjoyed and bowed: "Master, Master Xie, Master Xie, don't worry, you two elders, these children were taught by me personally, and they are absolutely reliable!"

"Okay, okay, stop bowing. You are eighty-four, and you call me one by one. Every time I hear it, I feel like I have become a white-bearded old man!" Ning Ziming glanced at him and waved his hand with a smile.

He did not mention the age gap between the two sides, and the old pharmacist asked Wen Ma if he didn't think there was any problem with his politeness. When he mentioned this, he immediately discovered the crux of the problem, smiled embarrassedly, and ran away with the housekeeper.

Chai Rong shook his head at the back of the old pharmacist, and immediately called the dead soldier Guo Shu, and ordered him to find a craftsman and set up a flower bill for the four new women. After Guo Shu hurried out with his purse, he turned his eyes to Ning Ziming and asked with a smile: "Did you feel strange just now? Why did I suddenly change my mind for my brother? No, this is the last thing the Mikazu tribe can trade. If you still insist on not accepting it, someone will die within three days!"

"This..." Ning Ziming frowned, and some monk was confused.

"They must have other important things to ask for, but they can't come up with enough to trade with you. So, they put women into your tent again and again!" Zhao Kuangyin was a little older than him and had more experience. He smiled beside him and whispered to remind him.

"Trade..." Ning Ziming was even more confused when he heard this. "I have promised them all to teach me? Besides, when the old pharmacist asked me to teach him yesterday, there were several elders watching the fun around him, all of whom were covered in gold and silver. If they needed my help, they would just speak up. I never said that I disliked the smell of money?!"

"Those gold and silver are the personal belongs to the elders, not the tribe." Chai Rong looked around and continued to smile and shook his head. "The rich abbot of the poor temple, the more the building will fall, the more it will be. It is actually not unfair to the Uighurs from the country of Wancheng to this point today! If the Mijie tribe does not have a wise patriarch, I am afraid that even if you learn your bone-scraping skills to cure poison, you will be destroyed sooner or later!"

"You mean, you mean, those elders are reluctant to take out their own money to help the tribe!" Ning Ziming was shocked when he heard this, and his eyes opened wide.

There is a saying, where will the skin be attached without hair? If the entire tribe is annexed by others, the shepherds will naturally become slaves. Where can the elders end up? Why don’t they bow their heads and let the conquerors slaughter?

"It cannot be said that the elders are all homeless but most of them have probably found a way out. If the tribe is destroyed, they can hide and be a rich man. Of course, Pharmacist Wenma may be an exception, but..." Chai Rong grinned, with a faint smile on his face, "But he can't help it. And if you have time, you might as well ask, those four girls are guaranteed to be born in vain!"

"Uh!" Ning Ziming felt cold again, and his whole body was cold. No wonder the elder brother said that if he didn't accept a few girls, people would die inside in three days! It turned out that the entire tribe had to use a woman's body to deal with foreign guests! And the elders who were righteous and let other people's daughters sacrifice for the entire tribe all ate big belly and mouths were full of oil...

Thinking of this festival, looking at the glamorous felt tents on both sides of the temporary streets, he suddenly felt that the entire Mika tribe was extremely dirty.

But Chai Rong seemed to have become accustomed to everything. He smiled and patted his shoulder and continued to whisper: "This is the world, and the meat eaters have a home but no country in their eyes. In fact, our Central Plains is not better than the Uighurs, or even more unbearable! It's just that you have experienced less and haven't seen it. If you see more in the future, you won't feel anything strange!"

"If there is anything else in the past two days, please help me. If you can help me, try to help me!" Zhao Kuangyin quickly took the conversation and whispered, "When they have something to trade with you, we will accept the money. I'm afraid they can't even take out the woman in the end. By then, it's time to pay the bill with a knife just like the Khitan tribe we encountered on the way!"

"Well! Alas--!" Ning Ziming nodded and sighed in a low voice.

"It's not that point yet!" Chai Rong pushed Zhao Kuangyin aside and continued to whisper, "Your second brother said the worst. As far as I can see, Wen Ma Pharmacist still has great prestige in the tribe. You have taught him a skill that can save countless lives, and what he said has increased a little more. Recently, your brothers and brothers have helped him more, so he will have more confidence and be able to suppress other elders in the tribe and prevent the entire tribe from walking on the evil path. As for the future, after you and my brothers leave, they can only leave it to fate. After all, if people are not self-reliant, gods and immortals can't save them even if they come down to earth!"

"Well! Big brother, second brother, I'll listen to you!" Ning Ziming sighed softly again and bowed and agreed.

The next morning, the lecture ended. The pharmacist Wen Ma asked Ning Ziming for help every time and treated a warrior with a festering wound on his calf in the tribe. Ning Ziming remembered his elder brother's words in his heart and agreed with a smile.

Soon, the warrior was carried by Wen Ma's disciples. The condition was almost exactly the same as Han Jing's day, except that the man's body was stronger and the wound was on the side of the calf bone with fewer blood vessels. Therefore, this person delayed for several days and has not been sent to the temple by his fellow tribe to die.

Seeing this, Ning Ziming was very calm. He directly ordered people to carry the warrior into his tent and re-used the same trick as the way to treat Han Jing that day. This time, his technique became more skillful, and the dosage of the two prescriptions was more reasonable. The night after the wound was sutured, the patient recovered from waking up. After being carried home for two more days, he was able to hold a crutch and kowtow to him.

"This person is just a big deal. The one who really needs to be rescued is probably the next one, or the next one!" After the warrior who is here to thank for his life for leaving, Chai Rong walked to Ning Ziming and reminded him carefully.

"If you can save me, save me, it's still a life!" Ning Ziming smiled and responded in a low voice. He was very expectant in his heart. Who did Pharmacist Wen Ma want to save him? He was so concealed.

Sure enough, another day later, Pharmacist Wen Ma blushed again and asked for help. This time, he invited Ning Ziming to a close friend's house for a medical treatment.

Ning Ziming was prepared in his heart, and did not ask much, so he ordered people to take relevant medicinal materials and utensils to get on the carriage directly. Soon, he came to a magnificent tent and was taken in by seven or eight men with obvious strong smell on their bodies, like stars holding the moon.

"If Master can save this person, I will be able to send 17,000 men and women from all over the Mikazu tribe, and I will be allowed to dispatch it from now on!"

"Please take action by distinguished guests, my Mikazu tribe is willing to pay any price!"

"Distinguished guest saves my tutor's leader, and I, the Eastern Sect of Manichae, will always pass on the holy name in the future!"

"I ask for help from distinguished guests, and I despise all over the country, and 200,000 disciples..."

Before Ning Ziming could see the surrounding environment clearly, the old pharmacist Wen Ma, his two disciples, and a group of men with a slutty smell, had already knelt down, kowtowing while begging.

"Let me see the patient first! I am not a miracle doctor. I can cure poison by scraping my bones, and it is not possible to cure any disease!" Ning Zi waved his hand and responded very calmly. In the conversation, he really had a look of a great master.

The more he held the air, the more confident the pharmacist Wen Ma and everyone present were. He kowtowed again, got up and lifted the curtain in the tent, revealing a bloodless girl's side face.

"She, what disease did she have?" Ning Ziming was so angry that he took two steps back by the strong smell of herbs on the girl's body, frowned, and asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, it's the flower of the back, it's been a long time since the attack. The disciple took the medicine according to the previous prescription, but it never worked. There was no way, so I wanted to ask the master to take a risk!" Pharmacist Wen Ma bowed and responded respectfully.

"What is the flower back?" Ning Ziming continued to ask as he heard it.

"It's just a carbuncle." The old pharmacist Wen Ma knew that his young master had suffered a head injury and his memory was incomplete. He then urged and explained carefully, "Under the left shoulder blade, it was only the size of a rice grain when it first started, but it hurt very much. Later, it formed a block, and the surroundings were red and purple, gradually as big as an egg..." (Note 1)

He was too concerned about the safety of the patients and was afraid of being explained in detail. Ning Ziming heard it in his ears, but he was like thunder. The word "carnivorous" and "carnivorous" were so familiar with him. He seemed to have heard of it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it anyway. He was about to expel it from his mind as a misunderstanding, but in his memory, something was faintly vague and was about to come out.

The old pharmacist Wen Ma saw Ning Ziming's face changing rapidly, hesitated for a moment, and explained carefully, "I once saw with my own eyes that the master cleaned up the sepsis in Jing Niang's wound, so I dared to infer that the back carbuncle and the poisonous blood in the back carbuncle can also be released by the same means. However, the disciple has not learned the art, and the leader, her condition cannot be delayed..."

"What did you say?" Ning Ziming suddenly grabbed him and ordered loudly, "Say what you just said again!"

"The leader's condition..."

"It's not this sentence, the front, the front part! Hurry up!"

"Disciples have not learned the arts yet, so they dare not..."

"It's not that!"

"Disciple saw with his own eyes that the master cleaned up Jing Niang..."

"Boom!" Ning Ziming was struck by lightning and stepped back step by step. It was not until the two strong men with a smelly smell were held by their hands that they barely stood firm and grinned with a pale face, "Sorry, I seem to remember something again. Very strange things! You guessed that the same method can indeed remove the poisonous pus in the back abscess. You should prepare quickly, help the patient up, find a bracket to tie it tightly, and expose the back abscess. After feeding Ma Fei San, let the unrelated people go out!"

"They, they are all eunuchs!" The old pharmacist Wen Ma was surprised and happy, and couldn't wait to explain.

‘It turned out to be a group of eunuchs, no wonder they had a strong smell. And the so-called leader must be the highest leader of the Ming Cult. But I didn’t expect that he was so young. Judging from his face, he was still a little girl who had not yet reached her prime.’ Ning Ziming smiled and knew it in his heart.

He stopped thinking about it and directed the old pharmacist Wen Ma and his two disciples to immediately start rescue.

With these three knowledgeable assistants, the entire operation process went very quickly. In less than half an hour, the wound was sutured. But this time, more space was left, and each space was stuffed into a cotton strip so that the new pus and blood could be sucked out by the cotton strip in time.

After cutting the thread, Ning Ziming smiled and whispered: "Next, you, the old apprentice, have to do it for you. I'm a little tired, so go back and take a rest first. You can send someone to me later to get a prescription for cleaning up the remaining poison in your body in the future."

The old pharmacist Wen Ma knew that he was worried about the big troubles of men and women, so he nodded repeatedly. The eunuchs in the room saw the birth of a miracle with their own eyes and thanked them all for a thousand thanks. Ning Ziming himself did not want to stay for a moment. He smiled at everyone and quickly left the golden tent.

After seeing the skylight outside again, he instantly fell down again. His face was pale and his steps were staggering, as if he had just experienced a life-and-death battle, exhausted.

The eldest brother Chai Rong is right, the Mijie tribe has indeed asked me to help me a lot.

But the eldest brother Chai Rong did not guess that the reward he received was not just the four maids.

Those were three extremely vague and broken memories, so blurred that Ning Ziming could not organize it clearly, or even be sure, whether it was a memory or a nightmare caused by his excessive thoughts.

Jing Niang, Zhao Kuangyin, back carbuncle...

It seems to be related to each other, but it seems to be unrelated.

What made him sweat even more was that in these three sudden memories, he himself became a completely bystander. He watched without blinking, indifferent. Or, he himself never existed!
Chapter completed!