Overnight, the Immortal Hall suddenly appeared in Luoyang City.

The original encompassers planned to go to Cuihonglou, but inexplicably discovered that Cuihonglou was gone, and replaced by the Immortal Hall.

At first, I thought I had changed my name, but when I went in, I saw that the brothel had become a clinic.

And the brothel women who used to be the doctors who drove the hall.

Of course, Zhongxian Pavilion is not a pure medical hall.

Because the style of Zhongxian Pavilion is completely different from that of ordinary clinics, the immortal sounds are lingering in Zhongxian Pavilion, and the freshness remains unabated.

And they are all women in charge, not that no one wants to tease them, but they will definitely be beaten out. Those women look gentle and elegant, but they are no worse than men when they start to move.

At first, people in Luoyang City did not agree with the Immortal Hall and just thought it was nonsense.

However, as a few patients recovered from the Zhongxian Pavilion, the Zhongxian Pavilion gradually became famous.

Moreover, the charges in the Zhongxian Pavilion are also floating. The poor only need a penny, even beggars will be treated.

But if you are a high-ranking official, the charge will be expensive, at most a hundred taels, and some even get a price of 1,000 taels of gold.

I don’t allow bargaining at all, and I don’t want to come.

"Mom Zhang, your disease is troublesome. If you need to be cured, you may have some blood." Qingyan said after diagnosing Mom Zhang.

Zhang's mother smiled bitterly: "Qingyan, mom used to treat you well... Do you think you can be more comfortable?"

"Mom Zhang, this rule is not set by my husband, but by my husband, and I can't do anything about it."

Zhang's mother's face was not very good. She touched the pockmark on her face. She bought a piece of rouge powder yesterday, but found that the rouge powder was actually fake. Several women in Luoyang City had already grown pockmark because of applying this rouge powder.

However, it is said that Zhongxian Pavilion can be cured, so she came here to try her luck.

Mrs. Zhang was also puzzled by the fact that the original Cuihong Building had become the current immortal hall.

She thought she knew these girls quite well. Although these girls were good at playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting, they seemed to have no idea about medical skills.

However, in just a few days, they all became the saints of medical abilities. The streets and alleys of Luoyang City were full of deeds about the Immortal Hall. It is said that all the women in the Immortal Hall are living Bodhisattvas, with a wonderful hand rejuvenation and a saint of Xinglin.

"Then how much did you say?"

"One thousand taels."

"Ah? What did you say? One thousand taels? Are you robbing? One thousand taels, I can't make that much in a year. You dare to ask me for a price of one thousand taels, do you think my money is raining?"

Mama Zhang can be said to have always snatched one, and letting her spend a thousand taels is like cutting flesh on her body. How could she be willing to take out these thousand taels?

"Mom Zhang, don't make a noise. If you disturb other patients, you will be angry."

"So what if he is angry? Are you still afraid that he will not succeed? Qingyan, you ungrateful, I was so kind to you before, but now you are actually taking advantage of the situation and taking advantage of the situation to rob..." Zhang's mother's voice did not decrease, but instead rose higher, just like a shrew cursing, thrusting her sharp voice throughout the clinic.

Qingyan looked at Zhang's mother helplessly: "Mom Zhang, are you a doctor or not?"

"Doctor, my mother doctor, otherwise how can I do business with this old face?" Zhang's mother scolded her. In fact, this thousand taels would not hurt her. All the brothels on this street belong to her, and her monthly income is more than that much.

"Blank money, Gastrodia elata, Xunhua, three cents each, arsenic, and one cent for secret gall..." Qingyan prescribed a prescription for Zhang's mother: "Mom Zhang, take this prescription to Shuanger's medicine, and pay the medical money by the way."

Zhang's mother smoked the prescription list unhappily and looked at Qingyan deeply, but she felt a little unspeakable reluctance.

"Oh... Qingyan, now looking at you, mom, I feel relieved a lot. Mom, I have done a lot of evil things in my life, and now I am happy for you."

"Mom Zhang, you are kind to Qingyan, and Qingyan will remember you for the rest of your life." Qingyan looked at Zhang's mother sincerely and said.

Qingyan pulled the rope next to him, and the rope tied with a bell. With a jingle, the next patient came in.

At this time, an ugly man with half of his face fragile came in. When Zhang's mother saw the man, she was so scared that she took a few steps back: "Where did the evil ghost come from..."

Mama Zhang covered her nose and left like a ghost.

The ugly man looked calm, as if he had been used to Zhang's expression.

"Please sit down, this brother." Qingyan said calmly without any disgust.

The ugly man did not dare to sit in front of Qingyan. He only felt that the woman in front of him was as beautiful as a fairy, so how could he dare to go to Qingyan?

I just think that looking at Qingyan once more is a blasphemy.

"This fairy..."

"This big brother, the little girl Qingyan, is not a fairy."

Qingyan pursed her lips and dumped her, but the ugly man felt that the woman in front of him was much more beautiful than a fairy, and his eyes were straightened.

"Qing...Miss Qingyan...I only have this few cents... Can you prescribe some anti-itching medicine for me?"

"What do you call this big brother?"

"Ghost...Ghost slave..."

"Brother Ghost Slave, this name..."

"I have been like this since I was a child. People in the village say that I am an evil ghost, and even my parents think I am an evil ghost..."

"Brother Ghost Slave, don't be sad. Are you here to heal the mark on your face?"

"No need...no need to treat it anymore. My face is born, no one can cure it well...it won't work...It won't work for Miss Qingyan to bother, but the ghost mark on my face is extremely itchy every now and then, I just want to relieve itch..."

"Brother Ghost Slave, don't be busy for now. Let me treat you with the disease."

The ghost slave was so squeamish that he finally put his hand in front of Qingyan.

However, Qingyan looked a little ugly after watching for a long time. She received the medical knowledge given to her by Bai Chen. Her medical skills were already the best in the world, but she could not diagnose the disease of the ghost slave.

The ghost slave was not surprised to see Qingyan's expression, because he had already seen too many such puzzled expressions.

"Miss Qingyan, don't worry, I know my own face."

"Brother Ghost Slave, although I can't cure the mark on your face, I can definitely cure it."

"Sir? Who?"

At this moment, the curtain was lifted and Rumeng walked in.

"Qingyan, sir, love this big brother upstairs."

The ghost slave looked at Qingyan in surprise, and Qingyan nodded: "Go, since you know you are here, you will naturally cure your face."

Under Ru Meng's leadership, the ghost slave came to an empty hall in the attic. He was leaning on the recliner with his legs raised, leaning against the recliner, closing his eyes to rest.

"Sir, this ghost slave brother has been brought here."

Bai Chen opened his eyes and glanced at the ghost slave: "Come in and sit down."

"Sir, I'd rather not... I'm dirty."

"Brother Ghost Slave, sir, please sit down, just sit down."

The ghost slave only felt a burst of fragrant smell coming into his breath, and the sound of dreams came, and her handsome face made the ghost slave dare not look directly at it.

The ghost slave felt that these immortal halls were clearly the fairyland on earth, and the people in this clinic were all fairies descending to earth.

"That's right... I'll offend you."

"Brother Guinu, please use tea, the little girl will take it back first." Rumeng helped Guinu pour tea and then retreated slowly.

"Don't be polite. You're here from outside the city all the way. The journey is not close. I guess you're thirsty."

"Uh... sir, how did you know you came from outside the city?"

Bai Chen held up his body and turned to look at the ghost slave: "The mark on your face is called ghost sores. It was the one that your ancestors did evil things, and then the resentment accumulated to your generation and then fell on you."

"Sir... Sir, don't joke... This strange thing is a mess of power... but... it's just a fabrication out of thin air... it can't be taken as real... it can't be taken as real..."

When the ghost slave said this, he didn't have much confidence. Bai Chen's few words had already shaken him. He guessed in his heart, was Bai Chen's words true?

"There is a spittoon under the table, take it out."

The ghost slave looked at the table and reached out to take out the spittoon.

Suddenly I felt someone slapped behind me, and then I felt my abdomen rolling and something was about to gush out of my throat.

With a thud, a large amount of filth was spit out from the ghost slave's mouth, but in this filth, there was a black substance, emitting a strong stench.

After vomiting for a while, the ghost slave felt that his body felt much more relaxed.

He raised his head but saw Bai Chen handing over a piece of cloth: "Wipe your mouth."

"Forehead……"

Bai Chen turned the mirror on the table: "Look, your ghost sores are gone."

The ghost slave was stunned to see the mirror on the table and himself in the mirror.

What kind of mirror is this?

It's so clear...

Is the person in this mirror himself?

This was the first time that the ghost slave saw his appearance clearly, and he couldn't help but reach out and pinch his face.

It’s yourself! It’s really yourself!

That dark imprint is really gone.
To be continued...