Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Chapter 8 Visits

Before the carriage stopped, the servants of Sun's house who were guarding the door had hurried over.

"But the gentleman from Qingsang Pharmacy?" One person pulled the rein, stopped the carriage, and looked at Mo Qiu:

"Please enter the house quickly, he... my master is seriously injured, nothing can happen!"

Between the words, his face was full of anxiety.

"En." Mo Qiu nodded, got up and got off the carriage, and took the medicine box handed over by Senior Brother Wei.

His body was weak, and the medicine box was extremely heavy, and he carried it on his shoulder with a muffled grunt.

Senior Brother Wei yawned and stepped out of the carriage, the coldness oncoming made him shrink back.

Looking at the two anxious servants, he rubbed his hands and jumped off the carriage, saying:

"What's going on? Where is the injury?"

"This..." The servant hesitated a little, stretched out his hand and pointed forward:

"We don't know very well, Mr. Hurry to be admitted to the hospital, and the master and wife are waiting in the backyard."

"Okay." Senior Brother Wei refreshed himself, and strode towards the courtyard in front with his hands behind his back.

Sun's house is located in Quyuan Village in the south of the city. It covers an area of ​​more than ten acres and is a large courtyard with five entrances.

Master Sun is also the biggest rich man in Zhuangzi.

As soon as you enter the door, the first thing you see is a huge welcoming wall with lifelike patterns of flowers blooming and wealth.

only……

"Blood?" Mo Qiu glanced at the petals of the peony flower, the dark blood color on it was extremely eye-catching.

"Oh." The servant hastily explained:

"Today, a sheep was slaughtered in the house, and a sheep ran out from behind with a sigh of relief, spattering blood."

"Kill the sheep?" Brother Wei's throat rolled, and he said:

"Why, is there a happy event in your house today?"

Mutton is not cheap, even rich people don't eat it every day.

"Happiness... can be regarded as a happy event." The smile on the servant's face seemed a bit forced, and he lowered his head and said:

"A few guests have come, and the master called me to entertain you."

"Tsk tsk..." Brother Wei shook his head lightly:

"It's really a coincidence that Master Sun was injured when guests came."

"Yes, yes." The servant nodded repeatedly and stretched out his hand to lead:

"You two go this way."

At the same time, he glared at the people around him and said, "Er Hu, don't stand there stupidly, help the little master with the medicine box."

"No need." Senior Brother Wei waved his hand:

"Just let him carry it by himself. If he is so weak, he should practice more, so that he can go a long way in the future."

Mo Qiu smiled awkwardly, nodded yes, glanced around, and couldn't help being curious in his eyes.

This yard is so big, why didn't I see a few servants all the way?

Although he was puzzled, he didn't intend to find out the root cause, so he walked across two paths and entered the backyard.

Here, many people are already waiting.

"Master, madam." The servant hurriedly greeted a man and a woman among them, and said:

"The doctor from the green sac pharmacy is here!"

"Okay, okay!" A middle-aged man with a rich face nodded repeatedly, and even stretched out his hand hurriedly to draw back:

"Please come in quickly, both of you."

"Master Sun, what's going on here?" Senior Brother Wei looked at the other party back and forth with a look of surprise:

"You don't look like you're injured?"

Mo Qiu was also surprised, this is Master Sun? Didn't you say that you were injured by iron objects when you fell from the attic?

Now it seems that everything is normal except for a little pale face.

"It's not...it's not me." Master Sun shook his head anxiously:

"It's someone else who gets hurt,"

"who?"

"It's our second brother!" A cold and dull voice sounded from behind Master Sun.

As soon as this person's voice came out, there was a moment of silence in the venue, and everyone in the Sun Residence lowered their heads obediently.

Several people trembled even more, showing uncontrollable panic on their faces.

One person pushed Master Sun away and strode up to Senior Brother Wei, his burly figure was like a giant bear.

I'm afraid that even Lu Tou in the pharmacy is inferior to him.

"From the pharmacy?" The visitor glanced at the two of them, and finally landed on the medicine box that Mo Qiu was carrying, then nodded:

"Come in with me!"

"Ah?" Senior Brother Wei was taken aback.

"Ah what?" The other party's face darkened, and he grabbed Senior Brother Wei with his big hand, and carried him towards the inner hall.

"Hurry up and treat my second brother, if he can't be cured..."

"snort!"

He snorted coldly, and with a flick of his hand, he threw the man into the house.

A person weighing a hundred catties is like a straw in his hands, and he can easily throw it far away.

Mo Qiujian looked back at the other party, his body trembled, he didn't dare to delay, he trotted and followed in hastily.

This should be the master's bedroom.

In addition to the patient lying on the bed, there were four other people in the room, some tall and some short, all of whom had a strong aura.

Moreover, there are swords and weapons slanting across their bodies, and the blood that has not dried up on their bodies...

It is not a good thing to know at a glance!

"Who is he?" One of them was about 30 to 40 years old, dressed in a Confucian shirt, and his eyes were particularly sharp.

Looking at Senior Brother Wei, this person's eyes sank:

"Didn't you call the doctor from the Qingsang Pharmacy?"

"Brother." The big man at the door stretched out his hand and pointed at Senior Brother Wei, and said in a muffled voice:

"he is the one."

"Fart!" The man in the Confucian shirt opened his mouth and cursed:

"How can the doctors there be so young? Could it be that the fat man surnamed Sun deceived me that I didn't know him?"

"What?" The big man showed a ferocious face instantly, grabbed the cooked copper stick by the door, and glared at Senior Brother Wei angrily:

"Are you a fake?"

These people are too powerful, Mo Qiu two people are like being in a pack of tigers and wolves, they dare not move their bodies, their hearts are full of apprehension.

Seeing that the big man was about to kill someone with his stick, Brother Wei, who was paralyzed on the ground, trembled and said hastily:

"I am the doctor of the Qingsang Pharmacy!"

"My master is Master Qin. Today, because the masters don't have time, they asked me to come here."

"If you don't believe me, you can ask Master Sun, he can testify!"

His voice was rapid, and his speech speed was even more astonishingly fast. He almost spit out the words in one breath, fearing that there would be no chance to speak again.

"Put your mother's dog fart!" The big man roared:

"You are in the same group, of course you will not deny each other, if you want to lie to me, there is no way!"

"Enough." The man in the Confucian shirt frowned, waved his hand to stop the big man's movement, and looked down at Senior Brother Wei:

"Are you really the doctor of Qingsang Pharmacy?"

"It's absolutely true!" Senior Brother Wei nodded hastily, raised his right hand high, and said loudly:

"I swear, if I lie to you, I will be struck by lightning and die!"

"Yeah." The man in the Confucian shirt looked slightly relaxed, nodded, and stretched out his hand to point at the person on the bed:

"My brother was assassinated with a bow and arrow, you heal him."

"Don't worry." He leaned forward and looked directly at Senior Brother Wei with a serious face:

"Our brothers have clear grievances and grievances. If you save my brother, then you will be our benefactor."

"Consultation fee, easy to talk about!"

"but if……"

As the words fell, his face darkened, the hard stone floor under his feet was already cracked and cracked, and ordinary people might not be able to hit it with a hammer with such force.

Senior Brother Wei turned pale and nodded hastily:

"sure!"

"That's good." The man in the Confucian shirt retracted his momentum, like a refined literati, and stretched out his hand to signal:

"Doctor, please!"

Senior Brother Wei stood up tremblingly, tremblingly came to the bed, just glanced at him, his complexion turned pale.

The patient on the bed was already unconscious, his face was pale and his lips were dry.

Two long arrows with barbs pierced through the chest from behind, blood was all over his body, and his clothes were dark red.

This kind of injury...

With bitterness in his heart, he pressed lightly on the pulse of the wounded with a little hope, and his heart skipped a beat.

"What's the matter?" The man in the Confucian shirt is very good at observing words and expressions, although Senior Brother Wei has not yet said anything, he is already sullen:

"You can't heal this kind of injury?"