The woman is thirty or forty years old, with rough skin and weathered. She had a face full of dirt on her face before, but she could tell she was a woman.

The carriage was parked in front of a clinic, where Li Xianyuan had seen the sword injury before. He and Uncle Wu reasonably carried the female beggar down into the clinic.

There were several medical patients in the clinic who saw someone carrying a beggar in, and the smell was filled with stench, and they all covered their noses and left.

"It's you again?" The old doctor recognized Li Xianyuan. When he saw him lifting someone, he became anxious and wanted to step forward to stop him: "How did you carry a beggar?"

"Save people." Li Xianyuan and Uncle Wu worked together to lift the beggar onto the bed, reached out and took out a silver note from their sleeves and pressed it on the face of the old doctor who was approaching to stop him.

"Treat the disease."

"But this sir, this..."

"You can deal with it briefly first. I have asked me to go to the county government to call the doctor."

"Then try it..." The old doctor looked embarrassed. He just used people's money to do things for others. One hundred cars were really not small. Moreover, with his power that night, he was only Li Xianyuan, who was a big man and could not disobey.

The clinic was filled with despairing smell like rotten meat and eggs. The old doctor opened the wooden window for ventilation and brought a jar of water back. He reached out to untie the female beggar's clothes.

The dirty and smelly clothes seemed to grow on the skin. The old doctor carefully uncovered them, and even some rotten skin was torn off with the fabric.

Half a bag of cigarettes will lift the clothes open to the female beggar's chest, covered with rotten sores of all sizes. It is slightly ups and downs, and yellow liquid like thick phlegm is constantly oozing out, which is extremely miserable and inconsistent, making people unable to connect with the graceful body of a woman.

As the clothes were untied, the strong smell came to his nose. The old doctor took a big breath and couldn't help but feel nauseous and lie on the side to retching.

Li Xianyuan took a few steps back and left the source of the smell. Suddenly, he heard a burst of laughter from outside the door.

A large group of people watching from outside the doors and windows of the clinic were gathering in the fun. The children squeezed against the adults' legs and covered their noses and laughed.

Uncle Wu said: "I'll go and drive them away."

He left the clinic and spread the crowd watching the fun. The old doctor who had vomited enough said to Li Xianyuan: "Sir, this person is a king sore caused by heat accumulation in the internal organs, which is damaging in the skin, and external moisture. The patient's consciousness must be a sore attack..."

"There can be a cure."

“Sure, there is, it’s…”

"What."

"We need to first lift the king sores and apply yellow lotus, and also take internal heat-removing medicines. But these Chinese medicines have great damage to the body, and I am worried that she... can't hold on."

Li Xianyuan's eyes turned toward the female beggar, and her yin kept coming out of her mouth, covered in rotten sores, and the suffering she suffered was beyond the imagination.

"Healing." Li Xianyuan said, just as the shouts of servants sounded outside the door.

"Young Master Li, the young man brought the person here!"

Leaving the old doctor, Li Xianyuan stepped out of the clinic, standing outside the door, the fresh air made him feel like he was reborn.

The servant brought the thin doctor away from the crowd, and the doctor smiled bitterly, "Mr. Li, what other chores have you been looking for for the young man?"

"There are poisonous people inside." Li Xianyuan said, taking out a hundred silver notes and saying to the servants: "Go and buy some slow-tonifying items for people with weak bodies."

The servant hurried away with the money, and Li Xianyuan and the thin doctor entered the clinic together.

He needed to remove all the clothes first. Li Xianyuan was inconvenient, so he stood outside the door like Uncle Wu.

At first, many people were still around the clinic, and time gradually dissipated

I heard that Li Xianyuan was here, and many scholars and talents came to visit him. There were also a few self-esteem who came to find fault with couplets and poems. Without Li Xianyuan's actions, they were defeated by those scholars who protected Li Xianyuan.

A stick of incense passed in a blink of an eye, and it was already afternoon. The clinic will be wearing the tired voice of a thin doctor.

"It's done, Lord Li, come in."

Li Xianyuan turned around and entered the clinic when he heard this, and saw that the ground was covered with strips of cloth stained with thick yellow liquid and blood.

On the bed, the female beggar was covered with a layer of white cloth.

Li Xianyuan was stunned.

The thin doctor explained: "She is fine. But the king's sores are all picked and medicine is added. Covering the bedding is prone to infection without covering it, it will be swelling again, so I will use white cloth instead."

Li Xianyuan nodded and suddenly gave a deep bow to the two doctors: "The doctor is grateful to you, my parents."

The two of them were busy saying that they were serious. The thin old man said in a complicated expression: "Master Li is kind-hearted. If it weren't for you, she wouldn't be able to survive tonight."

The old doctor also smiled and said, "I am a doctor who treats wind, cold and minor illnesses. Today I asked Lord Li for his blessings and saved someone with his own hands. I think it's enough for me to brag about entering the coffin. Maybe when I went to the underworld, the King of Hell, I saw that I had the merit of saving people, and I could also be reincarnated as a good family."

After saying that, he returned the silver note to Li Xianyuan and refused to ask for it anyway.

Li Xianyuan accepted the silver notes and asked Uncle Wu to send the thin doctor back to the county government. The carriage left, and only Li Xianyuan and the old doctor were left in the clinic.

When the book was used, he hated him for a long time. Li Xianyuan felt that no one was available at this time. Fortunately, it was not long before, and the servant with the bag came from a distance with a panting.

Li Xianyuan asked him to buy a set of clothes and bedding again. As soon as the servant ran away, he heard the old doctor shouting in the clinic: "Sir Li, she is awake!"

Li Xianyuan turned around and entered the clinic. The woman's eyebrows trembled on the bed and opened her eyes.

"It's easy to wake up." The old doctor sighed.

The female beggar looked weak and saw the old doctor at first sight, and her lips were squirming.

"Thanks……"

The old doctor listened and heard the word "Thank you" vaguely, and waved his hand and said, "You thank the wrong person. If you want to thank you, thank this lord. He brought you to treat you, otherwise your life will be gone."

The female beggar followed his point and looked at Li Xianyuan slightly. When she saw Li Xianyuan stunned, she became excited, with a faint light of tears coming out, and a sound of her throat was whimpering.

"Do you recognize me?" Li Xianyuan said hurriedly.

The old doctor went to listen with his ears, and after more than ten breaths, he raised his head to Li Xianyuan and said, "She calls you a Bodhisattva, and I guess she thinks you are a living Bodhisattva."

Suddenly, a white light suddenly radiated from the female beggar's eyebrows and rushed into Li Xianyuan's eyebrows!

Li Xianyuan's eyes narrowed, thinking that he was assassinating, but he felt that it was hot between his eyebrows, which was warm and comfortable.

The vague sound of reciting the scriptures came into my ears, and I suddenly saw a scene of Buddhas all over the sky.

The illusion comes and goes quickly. After a few breaths, it disappears. When I looked at the female beggar again, I looked at Li Xianyuan with piety. It seemed like... a mortal was worshiping gods and Buddhas in temples.

"Have you seen it?" Li Xianyuan turned his head and asked the doctor in surprise.

"What?"

Li Xianyuan described what he saw.

"... Maybe it's merit." After being with Li Xianyuan for a long time, he knew that he was not arrogant, and the old doctor also joked.

The speaker has no intention, and the listener has his heart.

Merit...

The strange phenomenon caused by writing Journey to the West a while ago suddenly appeared in Li Xianyuan's mind. A golden lotus appeared under him, and ten thousand characters lingered.
Chapter completed!