Zhao Wan came to Jiang Xiaozhi's bedside and had a check-up for her. With her medical skills and experience, she could easily know what the girl had experienced.

After the examination, Zhao Wan said to Wang Fang: "My sister is really lucky. She also has a good brother who can find a hundred-year-old ginseng and sent her here in time. However, her body is still very weak and needs acupuncture and maintenance every day. Medicine and diet need to be adjusted according to the situation.

There are rooms in the right hospital of the clinic, so you can stay here for the time being.”

Of course, Wang Fang was reluctant to live in the clinic, so he immediately thanked Zhao Wan.

Zhao Wan turned to Zhou Yetong and said, "You go and arrange it, and this little girl will be left to you to take care of. Think about the medical skills I taught you. Next time I meet such a patient, don't say that I can't save me."

Listening to Zhao Wan's words, she also has a way to save the critically ill Jiang Xiaozhi.

Zhou Yetong asked, "Master, have you taught me all your medical skills? Why can't I think of a prescription for diagnosis and treatment?"

Zhao Wan said: "Preparation is dead, people live. The medical skills I taught you are enough to save this girl. As for how to save it, it depends on whether you can use it."

"Yes, I understand, Master!" Zhou Yetong admitted his mistake.

"Since the store is closed today, everyone will have a day off. I am tired, just be busy with your own affairs."

After saying that, Zhao Wan got up and walked to the back hall. But her expression was worried about why.

Zhou Yetong didn't notice Zhao Wan's abnormality. She looked at Wang Fang and threatened: "I must be my disciple of your painting spirit, you can't stop it."

Wang Jian complained in his heart: I can’t stop my painting spirit? I look down on me too much!

I really don’t know how this young lady has a head, so don’t respond to this topic anyway.

Wang Fang said, "Miss Zhou, where do I live with my sister? What do you have to say? Can we settle down and take a shower before talking about it?"

Zhou Yetong looked at Wang Fang, and she was indeed unkempt and had a muddy body. She didn't know how many times she rolled in the mound.

"Okay, okay... I'll ask my friend to take you to the guest room of the right courtyard. As for your sister, the soup cooked in the back hall will be ready soon. I have fed her and then acupuncture for her to clear her bloodlines, so I'll send her over.

Just ask the guy to prepare the bath water and clothes for you."

He handed Jiang Xiaozhi over to Zhou Yetong's care, and Wang Fang followed the clinic staff through the main hall, back hall, first entered the hospital, second entered the hospital, and then turned into the right crossing hospital.

At this time, Wang Fang discovered that the clinic was so big. There were about five yards in front and back, and there were left and right yards. There were gardens, rockery, ponds, pavilions, garden designs and layouts, making the entire yard look quiet and elegant.

But so many houses are mostly vacant, Wang Fang, a guest, actually took over the yard.

This Zhao Wan is definitely not an ordinary famous doctor.

Jiang State is one of the nine fiefdoms of the Great Wei Empire, and Zejun is the capital of Jiang State. It is located at a critical point and has extremely prosperous business. This determines that every inch of land in Zejun is valuable. Even if an ordinary person has a real estate here, it is hard to imagine how much a house worth such a large one is?

Can a clinic make so much money?

It is simply impossible. Just the attitude of closing the door and closing the business casually means that opening this clinic is an interest, not the main source of income.

Looking back at what Zhao Wan and Zhou Yetong said in the main hall of the clinic, Wang Fang guessed that the identity of this doctor Zhao Wan was not just as simple as a famous doctor.

"This brother..." Wang Fang asked the friend who brought him, "Why is this house so big but no one lives there?"

The guy opened the door of a guest room for Wang Fang and replied: "The boss has never been married or has no relatives. There are only more than a dozen servants and apprentices in the entire clinic, and they can't live in such a large yard. The boss lives in Wangyue Building in the East Cross Hospital, and we live in the wing room behind the clinic. Therefore, most of the entire courtyard is empty, and there are maids and women from the East Cross Hospital cleaning regularly.

Prince Wang lives in this room, Ling Mei’s room is next door. After Miss Zhou finished her follow-up visit for Ling Mei, she would be sent here.”

Wang Fang followed into the guest room.

Two screens divide the guest room into three parts. A square table is placed opposite the door to entertain visitors. The right room is the bedroom and the left room is the study. The room is decorated in a simple manner, and there are not many decorations except for a few framed calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall.

Moreover, the room was cleaned very clean and there was a faint incense. It seemed that although people were not often inhabited, the servants still cleaned it carefully.

Wang Fang was already very satisfied with having such a good environment to live in Zejun.

"Please convey my gratitude to Dr. Zhao Wan on your behalf. Not only will I treat my younger sister, but I also let us live in such a good yard."

The guy replied with a smile: "The medical skills that Gongzi used today in Painting Spirit really opened our eyes. The boss has no other hobbies, he only likes calligraphy, painting and medical skills.

If the young master has such a majestic painting spirit, he must be a high-level painter. Your painting spirit is proficient in medical skills, so the boss will reluctantly let you go.

Young Master, let me wait for a while, I will let you go and boil water.”

After saying that, the guy left and closed the door for Wang Fang.

The room returned to quiet, and the single Wang Fang recalled his experience, even thinking that he was just in a dream. The man-eating monster, the majestic monkey, the poor and adorable sister, and this prosperous and unparalleled county town, are these real or fake...

In his mind, the burning mountain village and private painting exhibition overlapped, and the two memories made him not know whether his experience was "Dream of Zhouzhuang or Dian Meng Zhouzhuang".

But no matter what, since you have come to this world, you have to do everything you can to survive in this world where the demons and humans are fighting.

Painter is the only profession that the human race can match the demon race.

The painter uses his strokes to divide mountains and rivers, creates objects to control gods, and determines the country to block the fortune. The human race has only taken a thousand years to get rid of the fate of being captured and killed by the demon race, and counterattack the demon race and occupy the richest land in the world because of the existence of the painter.

The painter is divided into sixteen levels according to his comprehensive strength, and the corresponding sixteen levels of the demon clan are:

First-level painter apprentice, first-level demon

Second-level first-class painter, second-level white-rod demon soldier

Third-level mountain stone painter, third-level gold and iron demon soldier

Fourth-level Liuyun Painter, Fourth-level Flag-Palm Demon Soldier

The fifth-level middle awakening painter, the fifth-level mountain patrol school

Sixth-level vertical painter, Sixth-level mountain gate school

Seventh-level Ideological Painter, Seventh-level Cave School

Eighth-level Gaowu Painter, Eighth-level Back Mountain Governor

The Nine-level Mingxin Painter, the Nine-level Qianshan Governor

Tenth-level awakening painter, tenth-level Zhongshan governor

Level 11 Painter Bachelor, Level 11 Demon Clan Young

12th-level painter Hanlin, 12th-level demon general

Level 13 Great Painter, Level 13 Demonic Man

Level 14 Painting Master, Level 14 Demon

Level 15 Painting Master, Level 15 Demon King

Level 16 Painting Saint, Level 16 Demon Saint

On the 16 stairs of strength, Wang Fang knew that he was just a first-level painter apprentice. His strength was small. If he hadn't been lucky enough to use the painting scroll to collect the mandrills, he and his younger sister would have become someone else's dinner last night.

This time I came to Zejun, I don’t know what dangers I will encounter in the future. The most important thing is to improve your strength as soon as possible.
Chapter completed!