"Carry all diseases." Bai Chen replied in a plain tone.

The woman has a graceful figure, but Bai Chen knows other things and sees things that others cannot see.

The woman's eyes are very beautiful, soft and with a bit of hope and a bit of fear.

Staring at Bai Chen for a long time, he finally plucked up the courage and reached out to pick his veil: "I..."

"Wait..." Bai Chen stopped the woman's movements.

"how?"

"I know if you don't need to take it off." Bai Chen nodded and gave the woman a look of peace of mind.

"You know everything?"

Bai Chen picked up the silver needle on the table: "Girl, offended."

Bai Chen suddenly released an injection and stabbed the woman's face without any warning.

"Ah... it hurts so much..."

"Don't move."

The woman really wanted to retreat, and Bai Chen stabbed several needles in succession.

The woman only felt her cheeks were hot, but her body was stiff and she dared not move.

In just a quarter of an hour, Bai Chen had already collected the needle.

"Okay, please come back, girl."

"Okay?" The woman couldn't help but touch her cheek, with a hint of astonishment in her eyes.

The woman pulled down her veil and a beautiful face imprinted into everyone's eyes.

"Huh...so beautiful..."

"This woman is not Miss Wang... not Miss Wang!"

"Where is Miss Wang so beautiful?"

"That's right, Miss Wang's family left a root of illness ten years ago and had a paralysis in her face. This also led to her being twenty years old and not getting married yet. This woman is as beautiful as a flower. Where is Miss Wang's family?"

No matter how everyone around was talking, it was hard to hide the woman's excited expression. She kept stroking her cheek with her hands.

Tears couldn't stop falling, and he yelled in his mouth: "Okay...Okay...My facial paralysis has been cured...I..."

"Girl... please go away and don't interfere with my voice."

"Sir, please accept the little girl..."

"Don't kneel! I said it's free, and even this etiquette is not accepted. If you say more, I will give you a few more needles to make you look like you were."

When the lady of the Wang family heard this, she froze and quickly retreated. However, before retreating to the crowd, she still gave Bai Chen a deep blessing.

"Sir, great kindness, great virtue, little woman cannot repay..."

"Is it really Miss Wang?"

"That's right, it's Miss Wang's. How come this figure and voice aren't Miss Wang's."

"How is this possible? She has facial paralysis? I have never heard of facial paralysis that can be cured."

"That kid gave Miss Wang's face two injections, is that okay?"

"Miscellaneous Doctor! Miracle Doctor..."

Suddenly, the crowd became excited, and everyone wanted to rush to the stall, and they all rushed to pounce.

"Ashan, A Chen, whoever comes here without illness will give me his legs a discount." Bai Chen said casually.

"Yes, young master." Ashan and A Chen all had fleshy faces, looking big and thick. Before beating the quack doctor, they were scared and ruthless. For a moment, no one dared to step forward any more.

After a few breaths, a middle-aged man finally walked forward. The middle-aged man was only in his early forties, but he was as haggard as his face was dim and his eyes were dull. He was like a terminally ill old man who was coughing uncontrollably.

"Doctor...I..."

"Tuber tuberculosis is tuberculosis...Run quickly..."

I don’t know who shouted, and everyone was as if they had seen an evil ghost, and they were all so scared that they retreated back.

The middle-aged man's face became even more dim, but he didn't have much words.

Their fear was right because he did have tuberculosis.

In this era, tuberculosis is equivalent to terminal illness.

If you compare it, it is as terrible as Ebola in modern society.

Even Ashan and A Chen were so scared that they dared not approach, their eyes were filled with fear.

"Why did Mr. Zhang get tuberculosis?"

"No wonder he hasn't shown up in the past six months. It turns out that he has this disease."

"How could this happen? Zhang Yuanwai is such a good person, he paved bridges and roads every year, and also had porridge shops... How could such a good person get this disease? Do God still have eyes?"

"Good people don't have good rewards...good people don't have good rewards..."

Bai Chen looked at the middle-aged man: "Hand stretched out."

"Doctor, my illness..." Zhang Yuanwai hesitated. He was afraid of spreading it to others. Not to mention outside, even at home, he drove away his servants and did not dare to let them be with him, for fear of passing it to them.

"Extend your hand." Bai Chen said calmly.

"Doctor, I have tuberculosis." Zhang Yuanwai said hesitantly.

"You're sitting here, not just to say this to me, are you?"

"I'm afraid this disease will be passed on to you..."

"I'm a doctor."

Mr. Zhang hesitated and finally reached out to Bai Chen.

Bai Chen suddenly grabbed Zhang Yuanwai's wrist, and the next moment, Zhang Yuanwai screamed.

"Ah... so hot... so hot... I'm going to die... I'm going to die... My body is about to burn..."

Bai Chen always held Zhang Yuanwai's wrist tightly, no matter how Zhang Yuanwai shouted.

Everyone on the side was shocked and they started to talk.

"This kid won't cure Zhang Yuanwai to death, right?"

"Zhang Yuanwai was screaming so miserably. Is that kid treating illness or killing people?"

"If Mr. Zhang dies, we will take that kid to the yamen."

A quarter of an hour later, Bai Chen finally let go of Zhang Yuanwai's wrist.

Mr. Zhang gasped heavily and stood up: "Doctor... do you want..."

"Your illness is cured, go away."

"What's the cure for my illness? You didn't treat me at all."

Mr. Zhang himself did not notice it, but the audience around him began to talk.

"How could Mr. Zhang's face become so good?"

"I won't be able to look good and have a lot of energy."

"How come this is like a terminally ill person? This is obviously a prime person."

"Has Mr. Zhang really been cured?"

"How is this possible? He has tuberculosis."

"Yes, who has heard that tuberculosis can be cured?"

"And it's still like this for a quarter of an hour."

"This is not necessarily true. Don't forget that the old lady Sun's legs that had been lame for decades and Miss Wang's facial paralysis were all cured."

Bai Chen looked at Zhang Yuanwai: "Your illness has been cured, and you will live for a hundred years."

"Ah? I..." Mr. Zhang also discovered that all the discomforts in his body seemed to have disappeared, completely disappeared, and even his old illness seemed to be gone.

My body feels like I'm back when I was twenty years old.

Mr. Zhang's face was full of incredible words, and his body was trembling slightly: "Have my illness really cured?"

"Don't disturb me in business." Bai Chen shouted.

Mr. Zhang touched his sleeve bag, took out a ingot of gold, and put it in front of Bai Chen: "Sir, this is a little bit of my heart."

Bai Chen reached out and held the gold, squeezed it hard, and then put it back in front of Mr. Zhang: "Take it away, if you don't want me to crush your hands and feet."

"How strong does it take to pinch the gold like this?"

"This kid's strength is simply good at tearing a tiger with his hands, right?"

Mr. Zhang was unable to move forward and retreat by Bai Chen's inhumane attitude, and stood on the spot in embarrassment.
To be continued...