I open an adventure house in the mysterious world of recovery.

Slapping the book on the counter, Tang Long jumped up and shuttled through the medicine cabinets. Fortunately, the labels on them were still there, and he quickly found the materials he wanted.

"Mix these supernatural materials and Chinese medicine, plus two drops of corpse oil and three ghost hairs..."

Tang Long carefully tilted the gold container, concentrated on mixing the prescription, and finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

"It's exactly the same as the ingredients in the prescription. It should be able to achieve that effect." With a bit of nervousness, Tang Long walked to the ghost controller, first placed a small golden basin under him, and then pulled He drank the medicine down his throat.

"Cough-cough-!"

The special Chinese medicine made the ghost controller cough, but after a few seconds, the medicine took effect, and a large splash of corpse water that exuded a rotten and disgusting stench suddenly gushed out from his wound.

There was not a drop of corpse water leaking out, and all of it was caught in the golden medicine basin. The patient's complexion improved a lot at that time. After one basin was full, Tang Long immediately changed another basin, until after three small basins were filled, the wound There will be no more corpse water gushing out from inside.

Tang Long turned his wrist over to check and found that the tumor had indeed shrunk a lot. It seemed that his prescription for the disease was perfect. It was recorded in medical books that the ghost controllers who controlled ghost blood in this era were Zhang Chongqing who used this prescription to get out of school on time. , can he always suppress the resurrection of the evil spirit.

He can survive, and Zhang Chongqing can always use ghost blood as a medicine. It can be said to be a win-win situation.

Of course, considering that the horror of ghost blood far exceeds that of corpse water, Tang Long reduced the ingredients of the prescription by one-tenth. It seemed that the tumor was not completely suppressed, but after all, it also greatly slowed down the recovery of the ghost. Time, when the other party comes again next time, he can slowly try to increase and decrease the dosage of medicine based on this experience, and finally achieve a perfect suppression state.

In short, his first medical practice was a success. Not only did he save people, he also got a new miraculous medicine.

After the other party left with great gratitude, Tang Long carefully put the corpse water into the gold container, put a new label on it, and placed it on a separate shelf.

"Speaking of which, when I entered Dahong in reality, these rows of shelves were completely missing. Sure enough, Master took them with him when he moved."

Tang Long had just lost consciousness for a while when the second patient came to the door...

Throughout the morning, he treated four ghost masters one after another, and all of them were successful, which made Tang Long himself call it a fluke.

The main reason is that these four ghost masters are relatively easy-to-diagnose patients. The medication formulas are all in the medical books. Tang Long is a relatively cautious person. He would rather use less medicine to suppress it for a period of time than dare to use more medicine to cause harm. It is only natural for a dead person to achieve the results he has achieved now.

It was close to noon, and the door of the drug store was pushed open again, and a fat man with a shiny face came in. Although he was a fat man, the first impression he gave people was definitely not that he was fat, but that he was strong. The fat all over his body seemed to have been tempered into armor. , surrounded by the tall frame, so bulging that it almost stretched the skin.

Although Tang Long didn't recognize this person, he couldn't be more familiar with the blood-stained kitchen knife that he casually held on his waist.

"The first-generation butcher of Ghost Street?" Tang Long thought in his heart, and hurriedly stood up to greet him. Zhang Bohua, who worked with him on Ghost Street, had no reason not to recognize him.

Sure enough, the fat man said, "Bo Hua, where is your father?"

"A rather difficult patient has arrived and is busy in the back hall." Tang Long showed a very natural and familiar look, "How about I go call you?"

"No, no, no," the fat butcher smiled, "I still have the same old problem, just give me some medicine."

“Did the first-generation merchants on Ghost Street and Li Guixiu also come to Dahong for medical treatment?”

Tang Long immediately felt something was wrong. At this age, Zhang Bohua should have memorized the symptoms and corresponding medicines of each merchant because he often worked as an apprentice in a pharmacy, but he, an outsider, had no idea at all.

If you take the wrong medicine, you can easily get into big trouble.

"I don't know..." He forced a smile, "Which old problem do you have?" Anyone who has the ability to live in the ghost street must be a master after all. There is no reason to control only one ghost, but he may not be able to control the other person. The only problem was that two ghosts were in conflict with each other, so Tang Long's inquiry was still a bit risky.

Fortunately, the fat butcher didn't think too much and lifted up the red vest on his body. Only then did Tang Long realize that the material of the vest was quite special, maybe it was human skin, and it should be the work of a tailor shop.

The fat belly covered by the red vest reflected the outlines of one face after another, some were frightened, some were crying, some were angry, some were desperate...

"A supernatural being similar to that of the butcher in the king's organization? No, it should be the butcher who got his supernatural power and the kitchen knife."

Tang Long had an idea in his mind and was about to find an excuse to look through medical books when the door was pushed open again and another fat man with a naked face walked in.

The fat butcher's attention was immediately attracted: "Pao Ya, you haven't paid back the seven yuan you owed me for the last time you bought meat from me."

Seven dollars of ghost money is considered a lot of money, so it's no wonder he asked for it when he saw it.

"Ghost Chef Chef Ya?"

Tang Long quickly flipped through medical books under the counter and listened to the conversation between the two.

"Don't worry, I'll give it to you in a few days." Hou Ya replied vaguely, then approached the counter and asked, "Bo Hua, where is your father?"

Tang Long was very wary. It seemed that this butler had not revealed his true nature, so other people in the ancient town still regarded him as a neighbor. But he knew that this guy was a pervert who loved to eat human flesh.

"I'm treating people in the backyard." He tried to pretend to be normal and answered with his head lowered.

"Okay, I have something to say to him." After Fu Ya finished speaking, he didn't regard himself as an outsider at all, and walked towards the back hall.

Judging from his familiar appearance, he obviously frequented Dahong Chinese Medicine Store. After realizing this, Tang Long felt even worse.

Soon, he found the medicine to suppress the resuscitation of the Fat Butcher Li Gui in the medical book. It seemed that a batch of this medicine specially given to merchants had been prepared for a long time. Tang Long did not need to prepare it immediately. He just found the cupboard and took it out. .

"Hey, thanks a lot."

The fat butcher smiled honestly, and actually took out three yuan of ghost money from his pocket and handed it over. It seemed that even if Zhang Chongqing opened a medicine shop just to treat diseases and save people for free, there would still be "fastidious people" who would take the initiative to pay.

Tang Long took it silently and stuffed it into his pocket. Now he was worried that he had no means to protect himself. His identity at this time was Zhang Bohua, the future heir of the drug store. It would be okay to blacklist pocket money along the way.

However, just two minutes after I got the ghost money, I heard a "bang" and the door of the drug store was pushed open hard.

"What... ghost?!"

Tang Long looked at it intently, and his jaw almost dropped in shock.

The guy standing outside the door had no breath of life in him. His face was stiff and his eyes were dull. The cold aura around him almost filled the entire front hall.

This is definitely not something that a ghost controller can do. He is simply a fake ghost!

"This Dahong Pharmacy not only treats people, but also treats ghosts?" (End of Chapter)