The God of Rebirth

Chapter 1123
The middle-aged woman who was with her echoed, "Yes, husband! If that old Chinese doctor is so good, he would still live in such a crappy prescription."

The middle-aged man gave the two of them a warning look, and said in a deep voice, "That's right here! Please pay attention to me, these capable old men have a bad temper, and be careful that they won't treat you if you offend them. Blame me for not finding a way for my daughter."

The girl and the middle-aged woman lowered their heads in fear, followed the middle-aged man, and walked into the alley.

After walking for a short time, I saw an antique shop with a dark red wooden door wide open, and a faint smell of medicine wafted from the door.

The middle-aged man stopped in his tracks, and the women and girls who followed covered their noses in distaste. The middle-aged man gave him a warning look and put his hands down.

Only then did the man look at the signboard of the store, and wrote two big characters flying like dragons and phoenixes, "Yaotang, is this here?"

As he said that, he took the girl and the middle-aged woman in, and saw an old man with white hair and childlike face, sitting comfortably on a reclining chair, holding a book in one hand, and holding a palm-sized purple sand pot from time to time in the other hand, taking a sip at the spout. .

After a closer look, there was a seal on the bottom of the purple sand pot, which turned out to be the handicraft of Master Zhang.

Master Zhang only burns one cellar of purple sand pots in three years. He takes high-quality tea leaves and retting a basket of soil for three years, and then mixes them with the above-mentioned high-quality purple clay pot clay.

Three or four as many as each time, and more than one handful at a time.

He saw at an auction that a pot sold for a sky-high price of nearly one million.

Nearly a million things, most of them are used as treasures for collection, but this old man actually used it as a teapot, using a teapot worth a million to make tea.

The middle-aged man came back to his senses, deliberately walked to the counter and shouted: "Old man!"

Yao Lao seemed fascinated by the book, and asked without raising his head, "What medicine are you grabbing?"

"Old man, we are not here to fetch medicine, but to seek medical treatment." The middle-aged man said, finally attracting Yao Lao's attention.

He raised his head and looked at the family of three with no expression on his face. He said lightly, "The pharmacy only collects medicine, not medical treatment. Please leave, you three!"

After speaking, he lowered his head again and returned his attention to the book.

The middle-aged man was already mentally prepared, and he was not in a hurry or annoyed when he heard Yao Lao's refusal. He just lowered his voice and begged: "Old man, please make an exception. My daughter is young, and as a father, I really can't bear to see it. It hurts."

This is obviously already inquired about.

Yao Lao squinted his eyes in displeasure, raised his head to look at the three of them, and scrutinized their faces.

The men are hypocritical and cunning, the women are vitriolic, and the petty hypocrisy and viciousness are not good things.

And this little disease was all brought on by her.

It's not that he can't make an exception, but he just doesn't want to save such a person.

It's just that these three people came prepared, it was not so easy to dismiss, and he also recognized who they were.

Yao Lao snorted softly, and said lightly: "This girl's disease requires acupuncture. Old man, my hands tremble when I am old, and I can't get it right. If you insist on curing it, my little apprentice has already graduated Let's see if she is willing to take action and see if it can be cured."

The middle-aged man hesitated, but nodded after thinking about it, "Just leave it to the old man."

"Wait!" Yao Lao's tone was not very good, he got up slowly, and walked slowly to the backyard.

　four shifts

　　
　
(End of this chapter)