Infinite Movie World

Xufeng said: "Master, leave this kind of medicine to me in the future."

Huang Feihong said without turning his head: "Diagnosing a disease and taking medicine is a matter of life. A person's life is the life of a family. You must not be careless. It's not that Master doesn't trust you, it's just that you've only been here for a long time. You know the names of many medicines." I haven’t remembered it yet, let’s practice again.”

"Yes, Master." Xufeng said respectfully.

Huang Feihong has been practicing medicine for so many years, and he has always maintained a respect for the profession of doctors. Xufeng really admires it.

"By the way, master, the weather is a bit stuffy, how about I fan you?" Xufeng had an idea and took the opportunity to ask, "Where is your fan?"

Huang Feihong said in a deep voice: "What kind of fan do you want? If some patients can't catch the wind and cold, wouldn't it hurt them?"

"Oh."

It seems that we still can't act too hastily.

Xufeng immediately calmed down and watched carefully how Master cured illnesses and saved lives.

Although I can't learn martial arts for the time being, learning medical treatment well will also be of great use in the future film world.

Near noon, a group of people rushed into Baozhilin.

The leader was a fat man, dressed in a short jacket, with his arms half open, with a red face, and a reckless man with long braids coiled around his head.

"Master! Master! Save people!"

His roar made the window panes buzz, and when he ran over, the whole ground seemed to be beating a drum.

Needless to say, this person was Huang Feihong's first disciple, Lin Shirong.

Lin Shirong, also known as Pork Rong, sells pork in the vegetable market.

He suffered from a strange disease when he was a child, and he was so skinny that he was about to die. As a result, after taking Huang Feihong's medicine for a month, he fully recovered.

So, from then on, Lin Shirong worshiped Huang Feihong as his teacher and practiced the basic skills of Hongjiaquan since childhood.

Huang Feihong often did not charge a consultation fee for his consultation, and instead used a lot of medicinal materials. Po Chi Lam has been able to maintain for more than ten years without closing, almost all relying on Lin Shirong to sell pork to supplement it.

"Shirong? What's going on?"

Seeing the urgency of the situation, Huang Feihong immediately stood up and went out to meet him.

"Master! We were selling vegetables in the concession, and suddenly a group of people who called themselves the Hesha Gang rushed out, indiscriminately hacking and killing us vegetable vendors!" Lin Shirong said in anger, and stomped his feet fiercely. Three pieces of the blue bricks were broken immediately.

Dozens of wounded were brought in urgently, and Xufeng hurriedly told them to put them in the inner room.

Huang Feihong checked briefly, and said to Xufeng in a deep voice, "Go and get the disinfectant and the sore medicine."

"Yes!" Xufeng quickly ran to the medicine cabinet.

Disinfectant water is not a medicine of traditional Chinese medicine. The reason why Baozhilin has this kind of western medicine is obviously inseparable from the subtle influence of Thirteenth Aunt. This also shows that Huang Feihong really has no special opinions in medicine.

Huang Feihong gave priority to debridement and suture treatment for the seriously injured. With his superb technique, combined with the ancestral golden sore medicine, he quickly brought the condition of these injured under control.

Xufeng helped the master get medicine and change it after running, and for a while he forgot to be tired.

Lin Shirong sat on the chair and panted heavily, "The Hesha gang was obviously recruited by foreigners! The foreigners robbed our land, and now they hurt our people. I want to seek revenge from them!"

With that said, Lin Shirong was about to rush out.

"Shirong! Stop!" Huang Feihong scolded angrily.

Lin Shirong shouted unconvinced: "Master! Don't stop me! I can't swallow this breath!"

"Bastard!"

Huang Feihong said angrily: "People who practice martial arts must not show off their abilities! I will handle the negotiation with foreigners, and you just stay with me obediently!"

Lin Shirong said angrily: "Foreigners are dominating our land, and the dog officials of the Qing court can't even see a shadow. Is this still our country?"

As he said that, such a strong man wiped his tears away.

Xufeng's heart was touched, and she really wanted to comfort this passionate senior brother, but she didn't know how to speak for a while.

Born in troubled times, the country is weak and the people mourn.

"Is Huang Feihong here?"

With a stern official voice, the gate of Baozhilin was roughly pushed open by the soldiers of the Qing court.

Dozens of soldiers with foreign guns walked in surrounded by a white-faced and beardless official.

The official looked like he was in his 30s, with long court beads hanging around his neck, his official hat was straight, and his horseshoe sleeves were neatly gathered.

He also squeezed a brocade handkerchief in his hand, covered his mouth and nose with the brocade handkerchief, his eyes were filled with disgust, as if he had come to a pigsty chicken coop.

After the Musketeers around him finished lining up, he said in a low voice, "Which one is Huang Feihong?"

Huang Feihong shook his front, straightened his collar, and stepped forward calmly, "Below is Huang Feihong."

His gown was stained with blood, and his voice was low, but he did not hide his guru temperament at all.

The official glanced at Huang Feihong contemptuously, "Master Huang, I am Ma Peiyuan, the newly-appointed garrison chief Qianzong. I have been a fifth-rank official since I took office today. I heard that some unscrupulous people are causing trouble outside the concession, so I am here to arrest you. "

Lin Shirong furiously said: "Are we causing trouble? It is clear that foreigners have occupied our land and hired the Hesha gang to drive us away! You just ignore us and help foreigners to capture us?"

Ma Peiyuan said coldly and arrogantly: "Right and wrong, I have my own conclusions, come here, and take them all away!"

Lin Shirong shook the flesh on his body, clenched his fists and stared angrily, and shouted: "I'll see who dares!"

The vigilantes next to him also picked up the guy, and a big battle was about to detonate.

Ma Peiyuan was furious, "It's just a troublemaker, if you want to rebel, don't you want to rebel?"

As he spoke, he put away his Jinpa and pulled out a short-handled musket from his waist.

"Snapped!"

Huang Feihong slapped Lin Shirong on the face, and Lin Shirong's sturdy body staggered three steps and collapsed to the ground.

This is really not easy!

Lin Shirong has practiced martial arts with Huang Feihong since he was a child, and he has a strong foundation in external skills, and it is difficult for ordinary boxing skills to hurt him.

But in front of Huang Feihong, his little external skills were nothing at all.

"The villain!"

Huang Feihong yelled at Lin Shirong: "Get out and kneel outside to reflect! Without my permission, you are not allowed to get up!"