I am the master of medicine god

Chapter 742 A Painting
The nature of human gossip is really irresistible.

Sun Lao immediately asked the other two people to clean up the place, Wang Xiping asked Hong Ling to sit down together, Hong Ling smiled and said: "Sir, you don't have to be so polite, that slave just said it. This matter is indeed strange and strange. The medical center has an accident." Afterwards, it was sealed for a year and a half, and it was only released last year. At that time, other people from the Meng family did come to take over, but the master said he didn't want to change hands, so he stayed."

"But not long ago, some strange sounds could always be heard in the medical hall. Listening carefully, it seemed that someone was talking, but when I opened the door, there was no one, and the sound stopped. Repeated this several times, the original Some of the guys were too scared to stay here, quit their jobs and left. We were the only ones left."

Wang Xiping nodded, this story is a bit exciting.

"Sir, I also read it just now. The upstairs is where the medicinal materials are stored. These medicinal materials were bought by the master at a high price. After more than half of them were processed, some of them were left here. The last two rooms are all precious. Medicinal ingredients. The master was reluctant to sell it, so he kept it. Before the fire, the master said that he had a dream, and in the dream, it was those ghosts who came to take their lives."

Speaking of this, Hong Ling covered her mouth and smiled: "My master is most afraid of these ghosts and snakes. For this dream, he specially invited Taoist priests or monks to chant scriptures for salvation. One monk said that it was because he chose the wrong medicine at the beginning. , refused to use those precious medicinal materials as medicine primers, which poisoned so many people to death. If you don’t want to be haunted any longer, the best way is to sell all those medicinal materials.”

"Master Meng refuses, right?" Wang Xiping answered, "So there was a fire?"

Wang Goudan finally couldn't hold it anymore: "Isn't it? When I got up at night in those days, I could hear voices in the room, but we couldn't enter that room, so we just wondered if there were thieves or something. When we pushed the door , found that the room was locked. There was no human voice. Then there was a fire."

Although San Shunzi was unhappy, she had to nod to admit it.

"Sir, now that you have settled down in the medical clinic, it is best to find an expert to take a look. The fire of the medicinal materials is not a problem." Hong Ling said with a faint smile: "When a person dies, there is nothing left."

Master Meng's death didn't seem to have a big impact on Hong Ling, after all, Hong Ling didn't show any sadness at all until now.

"I see." Wang Xiping nodded: "But I still want to use that room. In the next few days, you should clean up the medical clinic. We will open it in three days."

I thought Wang Xiping would shrink back when he heard such a bizarre thing when he came here, but he still insisted on opening a clinic and continuing to practice medicine?
Difficulty appeared on San Shunzi's face: "Sir, don't blame us for not reminding you...it is really not suitable to continue to open a medical clinic here, and the reputation of the medical clinic is not very good now, even if it opens, no one will come to see a doctor of."

Wang Xiping said: "I have a lot of money, can I burn it and play?"

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Elder Sun glanced at Wang Xiping silently, wanting to look up to the sky and sigh what's wrong with his husband that he likes to do this kind of loss-making business?
But seeing that Wang Xiping had already made up his mind, everyone knew that they couldn't be persuaded, so they all agreed.

On the way back to the mansion, Wang Xiping asked Sun Lao: "Sun Lao, what do you think of this matter?"

"Huh? What's the matter?"

"It's about being haunted." Wang Xiping doesn't believe in ghosts and gods. There are nine out of ten people who have been eyeing Mr. Meng's batch of precious medicinal materials. It went too far and set two rooms on fire.

"Well..." Elder Sun thought for a while, "I don't think it was made by ghosts or gods, but man-made... After all, they said it, and they heard someone talking in the room."

Old Sun is not confused either.

Wang Xiping smiled and said, "Since it's not a ghost, then there's no need to be afraid."

Old Sun felt a pain in his heart, Wang Xiping himself was not afraid, but he was.

When he arrived at the mansion, Elder Sun continued to prepare. Wang Xiping stepped into the courtyard and saw that Mrs. Luo was holding Luo Rulin as if she was writing something, and stopped writing from time to time to see how Luo Rulin was doing.

Seeing Wang Xiping coming back, Mrs. Luo's face was a little unhappy: "What did you do so early in the morning?"

"Go out and walk around." Wang Xiping's indifferent eyes turned around Luo Rulin's body, the little girl flinched and leaned against Mrs. Luo.

Mrs. Luo patted her on the shoulder: "It's okay." Then she raised her head and reprimanded Wang Xiping: "Do you know that Lin'er almost had an accident?"

"I know. I saw her when she came back in the morning."

Originally, Mrs. Luo didn't want to blame Wang Xiping, she just hoped that Wang Xiping could pay more attention to Luo Rulin, but she didn't expect this guy to be so indifferent.

"Lin'er, do you have anything to say to your father?" Mrs. Luo saw that Wang Xiping was so recalcitrant, she simply gave up and asked Luo Rulin instead, wanting to start here.

Luo Rulin nodded, carefully picked up a piece of drawing paper from the table, and slowly approached Wang Xiping.

"Father, this, this is a gift from me..." Luo Rulin unfolded the painting, which showed a man standing on the edge of a cliff, with an obedient tiger sitting beside him.

And the man was raising his hand to point to a hazy scenery not far away, and touched the tiger's head with his other hand.

The brush strokes are very good, and the colors are well used. Whether it is the layout or technique of the screen, it can be called everyone.

Wang Xiping accepted it with a smile, and after a careful look, he asked, "Who taught you how to draw?"

Before Luo Rulin could speak, Mrs. Luo hurriedly replied: "Of course she drew it herself, I don't have the ability to teach her."

Seeing that Wang Xiping had no other reaction, Luo Rulin hurriedly said, "Father, don't you like it?"

"Did you draw it yourself?"

Luo Rulin said very honestly: "Yeah, I just thought, Dad, you are a very, very powerful person, so I thought of this painting when I composed the picture..."

Before she finished speaking, Wang Xiping suddenly raised his hand and tore the painting to pieces, his face became gloomy.

Luo Rulin was about to have a fit, when he looked up and saw Wang Xiping's cold and frightening eyes, he didn't know what was going on, but actually shrank back a bit.

Mrs. Luo was anxious: "What are you doing? This is Lin'er who worked hard all morning to draw it! If you don't like it, just give it back to her, why tear it up?!"

Wang Xiping snorted coldly, ignored Mrs. Luo, but looked at Luo Rulin and said, "Who taught you this painting?"

"Father..." Luo Rulin was frightened by Wang Xiping's terrifying aura and took three steps back: "Really, no one taught me..."

(End of this chapter)