Meng Xiangsheng's face turned pale and his tone was stiff: "If God wants to give me a great responsibility and make me feel uncomfortable and sleep in bed, I have to find a doctor with excellent medical skills and excellent philosophies. How can I prescribe prescriptions and treat diseases casually by arresting someone?"

The railway man knocked on the folding fan and said with a smile: "Xiaole, I'm afraid Brother Mengxiang is thinking a lot of people? Apart from Mr. Huang's house, have you been treated for other diseases?"

Xu Xiaole glanced at him with a squint eyes and was about to speak, Shi Jiqing had already said to him: "The Yan family's children were resurrected in the court before, which was also Xiaole's skill."

After hearing what Shi Jiqing said, Meng Xiangsheng and the railway talents restrained their frivolity.

The railway man held the folding fan and said, "So you are the Doctor Xu, I have heard of it."

In the understanding of the Confucian scholars of the Ming Dynasty, scholars who do not read medical books are unfilial. This is because everyone has parents. When their parents get older, they will definitely suffer from various illnesses. Now, it is like gambling to hire a good doctor. Scholars who are truly filial must learn medical skills by themselves.

Although this kind of thought is very broad, there are not many scholars who really study medicine. Medicine is a more difficult science than the eight-legged essay. It emphasizes both technology and thought, and requires full dedication, but the way out cannot be compared with being an official. Therefore, 90% of Confucian scholars who read medical books are just friends in medicine.

Even if he is just a fan, he will still pay attention to Xinglin hot topics. The case between the Yan family and Changchuntang has almost become a legendary story. Xiao Xu of Changchuntang has long been spread. However, the "Little Doctor Xu" and Xu Xiaole in front of him are really incompatible.

The railway man looked at Xu Xiaole curiously, as if he was looking at it. He smiled and said, "I really didn't expect that Dr. Xu would be more mature, but he was such a erratic person."

Xu Xiaole is completely different when she is active and seeing a doctor. Everyone around her already knows it, but he himself has no sense of it. He said, "I have always been like this, I'm sorry to ask you to miss it."

The railway man laughed, repeatedly knocked on the table with folding fans, shouting: "It's interesting, it's really interesting!"

Meng Xiangsheng said coldly: "I have only seen two diseases, is it worth showing off?"

The railway man sat aside with him, who should have been close to him, but said, "Meng Xiang's words are bad. Whether a doctor can have a delicate medical record is not his own decision. Someone must get sick. Just like when we write articles, we have to write about a hundred articles to have one or two articles that can be achieved. Is it because we don't want to write them well? In fact, there is no inspiration in the writing, so we can't force it."

Xu Xiaole looked at the railway man and thought to himself: This man speaks in a mess, and he was annoying just now, but he turned his head and seemed to be less abominable.

He looked at Meng Xiangsheng again and said to himself: This person is consistent, so sarcastic that he is disgusting.

Before Meng Xiangsheng could speak, he saw a commotion in front of the stage. A young man in white walked past the crowd under the escort of four servants. These servants were all tall and big, holding a short stick in their hands, and separated the crowd, so that they would not touch the corner of the young man in white.

Xu Xiaole was still wondering who was so powerful, but when he saw the young man in white walking towards him.

Shi Jiqing, the railway master, Meng Xiangsheng stood up one after another. Xu Xiaole had to stand up and guessed that he was the minister Zhao Quchen.

Zhao Quchen came to greet Shi Jiqing and others one by one, but his attitude was very gentle and he was not domineering. It can be seen that his appearance was just because he was sick: he was obsessed with cleanliness.

When it was Xu Xiaole's turn, Zhao Quchen smiled even happier and said, "I have heard of your name for a long time. I'm very happy that you can come today."

Xu Xiaole felt a little embarrassed and said, "It's just that for a child prodigy."

Zhao Quchen smiled and said, "I heard about the case of the Yan family. How did you know that it was typhoid fever at that time?"

Xu Xiaole said: "Actually, I still want to know, why can't they tell that it's typhoid fever?"

Zhao Quchen smiled and laughed: "Good gimmick! Jian Zhai, you little friend is really goommick!"

Shi Jiqing and the railway men also burst into laughter.

While everyone was talking, Zhao Quchen's little Xi Nu had wiped the chair and table three times. He changed to a piece of white satin every time. It was really spotless to let Zhao Quchen sit down.

When Zhao Quchen sat down, another middle-aged man came over and stopped from afar. He didn't dare to speak, but just looked at Mr. Zhao.

Xu Xiaole looked at the middle-aged man curiously, wondering what this man is doing.

Zhao Quchen noticed Xu Xiaole's gaze and smiled and said, "This is the shopkeeper of Caihuju. Because he has bad breath, I don't allow him to speak in front of me." He turned to the shopkeeper and said, "It's okay to start."

The shopkeeper was even more delicate than the lady from a family. He smiled all over his face but pursed his lips tightly, smiling without showing his teeth. After receiving the instructions from Zhao Quchen, he quickly turned around and passed the message.

Suddenly, a series of drums sounded, the curtain was raised, and a girl came out from behind. She was seventeen or eighteen years old, with a long oval face, a combed bun, a pair of silver earrings, and a light blue rustic dress.

She walked out slowly, and the noisy theater suddenly became quiet, which was more useful than the opening drums and final poems.

Xu Xiaole was a little disappointed and whispered to Shi Jiqing: "I look fair and fair-skinned, and I am just like a good person."

Several figures flashed through his mind, not to mention his sister-in-law Tong Wanqing, he only said that her temperament is far less than that of the fairy sister, her charm is far less than that of the Mei Niang sister, and her youthful and cuteness is far less than that of Xiaoxiao. The appearance of these four people is 20% off, and they are probably much more beautiful than her. I really don’t know why many people are obsessed with her.

Shi Jiqing whispered: "You will know when she starts singing."

Meng Xiangsheng glanced at Xu Xiaole, and said to himself as if he was saying to several companions: "It's beautiful but not charming, it's clear but not cold, it's not vulgar, it's not vulgar!"

Xu Xiaole smiled coldly: I don’t know.

Zhao Quchen agreed very much and said, "Of course it's not bad, otherwise how can I be friends with me?"

After hearing Zhao Quchen's words, Xu Xiaole said in his heart: After all, I still have too little experience. I can't say such coquettish words. Well, I have to remember them.

Xu Xiaole specially made a small notebook and recorded the very cool words he heard on weekdays. Because he found that although his level is high, his speech is still too simple and he is a little lost in his identity.

Bai Xiaoyu stood on the stage, blessed her body, sat on a chair covered with royal blue satin, took out the pipa from behind the desk, and put it on her legs to try the test.

She moved her body and looked down from the stage.

Those eyes were like autumn water, like cold stars, like pearls, like two obsidians in the white snow. In the midst of looking around, whether it was the rough man standing in the corner or the distinguished guest sitting in front of the stage, everyone had a thought in their hearts: She was looking at me!

Just at this glance, a wave of breathing sounds surged from the theater where Luoting Needle could hear it.

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