From what I saw, the fat pig-like Lin Baihu was a real villain who didn't get up early without any profit.

No matter what errand or case, as long as it passes through his hands, at least a layer of grease must be scraped off.

"'I' argued with Lin Baihu to no avail. In the end, not only was I assigned to be a Tiqi, patrolling the streets every day, with little chance of meritorious deeds, I was also ostracized by my colleagues...

Two days ago, 'I' went to check the cargo at the dock, which attracted gangsters, caused a conflict, and ended up being injured..."

As Ji Yuan's thoughts floated around, he went through this matter from beginning to end.

There are a lot of strange things in it.

Ji Yuan had free time at work every day, just going to the Yamen to order some lunch and then patrolling the streets.

The main area is at Sanfang, North Gate.

Yongding River Pier, located in Ping'an Square, Ximen, is not under his control at all.

Why did he go to inspect the goods and provoke the gang?

"That fat pig wants to set up 'me'? For what reason? To make me hand over the 100 vacancies left by my father so that he can do business?"

Ji Yuan's heart was like a clear mirror, and he immediately deduced that they were inseparable.

In his previous life, he lived on the border and had never seen anything from the three religions.

He is no younger than his original self. He only knows that the world is dangerous, but he does not understand the evil nature of people's hearts.

"The Cao Gang, and the leader of the gang who hurt 'me', maybe they are all in one group... To murder an official of the imperial court, according to Jing's rules, the whole family will be executed! You can deal with a Tiqi who is not of the highest grade, but...

It’s much easier.”

After understanding clearly, Ji Yuan took a deep breath.

There was not much worry in his eyes, but a playful smile.

He has such an unruly temperament, he is not afraid of trouble, does not cause trouble, and does not avoid trouble.

Otherwise, I would not have been able to move around easily in my previous life, and would have been among those vicious smugglers.

He stayed undercover for several years, and his identity was only revealed when the net was finally closed.

Tap tap tap!

There was a sound of rapid footsteps.

Someone braved the pouring rain and stepped on the water to come to the main house.

Ji Yuan closed his shirt and closed his eyes.

He lay down as usual, and heard intermittent voices in his ears.

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Zhou, for bothering you so late at night..."

A rich male voice passed through the door.

"It doesn't matter, saving people is more important."

This seems to be an old man.

Crunch!

The wooden door is old and makes a harsh sound.

Two figures walked into the main room one after the other and lit the oil lamps.

The leader, an old man with white beard and hair, carries a medicine box on his back.

The middle-aged man following behind is Ji Yuan's second uncle, Ji Chengzong.

I saw him wearing a bullfight uniform, wearing a waist knife, and his face was full of anxiety:

"Mr. Zhou, my nephew was injured and was unconscious for two days... The doctor from Qianjintang called in several doctors, but they only said that the internal organs were damaged and it was difficult to treat with ordinary medicine and stone, so he thought of calling in

You come to the door."

The old man put down the medicine box and walked quickly to the bed.

First he glanced at the "unconscious" Ji Yuan, and then stretched out two fingers to lift off his inner clothes.

Seeing the black palm print, he frowned and asked coldly:

"Is he from the Cao Gang? 'Iron Sand Palm' Luo Lie?"

Ji Chengzong nodded, with a hint of hatred in his words:

"It's this evil thief! Taking advantage of his relationship with the Five Cities Military and Horse Division, he acts so lawlessly that even the Fu Division of Beizhen dares to stroke a tiger's beard!"

Mr. Zhou gently pressed Ji Yuan's chest, then checked the pulse of his wrist. His eyes suddenly changed and he said in surprise:

"Hey! Mr. Ji, Jiulang is saved! He was hit by Luo Lie's iron sand palm. That martial arts is sinister. There are cold and hot qi in the palm power, which consumes the essence and destroys the flesh and blood.

It stands to reason that after Jiulang had endured two days, he should have run out of gas.

However, when I took my pulse just now, I discovered that although Jiulang's injury had not improved, and although his pulse was weak, there was a revival of vitality in his body.

Okay, okay, he has overcome the most difficult level!

Later, I will prescribe some medicine to strengthen the blood and replenish the qi. If you take it for a few months, you should be fine, but you may not get the root cause of the disease. Every autumn and winter, you are prone to contracting wind-cold syndrome!"

Mr. Zhou carefully looked at the young man lying on the bed and felt strange.

Such an injury would be difficult to cure even if it were a first-level warrior with great success in Qi.

Unexpectedly, Ji Jiulang took a deep breath to preserve the vitality in his body.

"It would be great if it can save lives!"

Ji Chengzong sighed.

As for the root of the disease.

I'll just figure it out later.

"Your Jiulang, lucky people have their own destiny."

Mr. Zhou sighed with emotion and turned around to write the prescription.

Ji Chengzong quickly thanked him and followed him out later.

It's not even curfew yet, so we need to get all the medicinal materials quickly.

The door was closed tightly and the room became quiet.

"Fortunately, I can't die."

Ji Yuan opened his eyes and breathed out gently.

My mind is about to relax,

suddenly,

A severe dizziness rushed to my head,

Came quickly and urgently!

Extremely unexpected!

The sea of ​​​​consciousness is tumbling and rolling, and with a "swipe", large sections of information flow emerge.

Those mysterious lines that seem to contain supernatural powers are constantly intertwined and evolving.
Chapter completed!