Knowing that the little fox was living well, Fang Chang prepared to leave Ninghe Mansion City.

Anyway, Fang Chang came over and took a look, but it was just because he wanted to give his old friend Zhang Chun an explanation. As for the future path of the little fox and whether he could get all the betrothal gifts, that was Hu Yun's own business and his own life.

No matter which path of practice is, it is always inseparable from the understanding of "fate" and "cause and effect".

Hu Yun integrated into human society so quickly and had a relationship and causal entanglement with human beings was a good foundation for him to go through the world in the future and be able to break the way forward.

He slowly ate the plates containing the food, leaving no piece of meat left.

Then Fang Chang began to deal with the clay pot pear soup in front of him.

According to the shop's staff, this pear soup is the signature of the shop. It uses a large duck pear from Huaifeng Mansion. It is not peeled and cut into thin slices, placed in a small clay pot, and added water to a specific well in the city.

Then add rock sugar and tremella as appropriate, then put a cherry in each clay pot, press the lid on the top and put it in a special stove, and simmer it on low heat for a few hours before it can be boiled into this colorful, smooth and delicious dish, moisten the lungs and clear the fire, and drink a sip of clay pot pear soup that can nourish the heart.

It is said that the shopkeeper of this store started with this soup and slowly expanded his small shop to its current appearance, which is envied by the people around him. Some people with craftsmanship even regard it as a role model, hoping that one day it will be like this and rely on its craftsmanship to make a fortune.

Fang Chang slowly finished the pear soup and got up to pay.

He was going to visit his old friends. He had a little friendship with the Ninghe Prefecture City God. Since he was in the area, he would visit him wherever he was happy, and then leave the city and head west.

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There is also an official road from Ninghe Prefecture to the west, but this road does not pass through Huaifeng Prefecture and Xingqing Prefecture, but passes south of them.

After Fang Chang came out of Ninghe Prefecture City, he walked along this road in general.

This road will pass through the southern foot of the Zongduan Mountains, leading to the western border, and ending in unknown which small town. Of course, the long goal is farther than the end of this official road, and he doesn't even know where to find his goal - but there is still plenty of time anyway, so he is not in a hurry.

The scenery on the road was not much different from the last time he went west, and the direction of the official road under his feet coincided with the river with different names not far away, at least before crossing the Zongduan Mountain. So he was sure that the last time he took a boat down the river, he saw similar scenery across the river.

Many times, he did not walk along the official road.

Fang Chang did something that suited his dress. He looked like a gangster and walked through the village and alleys, but he did not shout like his theoretical colleagues, nor did he sell dog skin plaster Dali Pills or other things. On the contrary, he remained silent and walked with two lines of words.

However, the literacy rate in villages and towns is average, and many people are not sure that he is a doctor. Moreover, when he goes to a doctor who is a word of mouth nearby, it will make the people feel more at ease. Other doctors in the world are often more proficient and have only some folk remedies for certain symptoms. Most of the time, they use their own eloquence to make the people believe in themselves.

As a practitioner, he naturally disdains to use those words.

So after walking a hundred miles, he still did not open, and no one asked him for medical treatment, and Fang Chang was happy and leisurely.

It was not until he walked to a small town that someone called him:

"Doctor! Doctor!"

Hearing this slightly tender voice, Fang Zhang stopped and turned back to look at the owner of the voice. Due to his extraordinary spiritual sense, he had been watching him until someone behind him, and he was not old, with loose steps and a little panting.

Seeing the doctor in front of him stopping, the person behind him first came to stop, held his knees with his hand, bent down and took a few deep breaths before he stood up and said:

"Sorry, sir, I was a little anxious just now... I have a very ill person and can't go to the doctor in the city. Can you show me?"

"Okay, please lead the way."

Fang Chang nodded and followed the boy in front of him toward the alley next to him.

There is a small courtyard at the end, the door is not clean, and there are tenacious weeds rising under the wall, chasing the sunshine that can only shine into the narrow alleys in the morning and evening, and it grows half a foot tall.

"The sick person is here, sir, please come in."

After saying that, the boy opened the door, took Fang Chang and walked in, saying, "The doctor is here!"

There was a white middle-aged man sitting on the edge of the collapse. When he saw the boy walking into the door, he quickly responded to "Okay, please come in quickly." At the same time, he got up from the edge of the bed, preparing to give the doctor a place. There was an elderly man on the bed with deep wrinkles carved on his face, but his complexion was gray and his life seemed to be approaching.

"What's wrong with him? How long has he been sick?" Fang Chang asked.

"Return to the doctor," Bai Jing's middle-aged man hurried up to show his respects and said, "It's been half a month. He can't move or deliver it to the doctor in the city. Recently, it's hard to get in. I saw that there is some danger, so I asked Song Shan to go to the street to see if he could find his life-saving medicine. Who would have thought..."

"Um……"

Fang Chang walked to the edge of the bed and started to take the pulse.

This kind of thing does not require energy to be learned. He just knows it naturally as his realm continues to rise, just like many other skills, or spells that can be used as he pleases.

The man on the simple bed had his teeth closed and his breathing was heavy, as if he was sleeping. He passed the pulse and shook his head to the middle-aged man and the boy next to him, and said:

"Birth, old age, sickness and death are the number of days. Let's prepare for the funeral."

The two looked at each other, sighed, and then saluted to Fang Chang, and began to inquire about the medical treatment.

Fang Chang said after hearing this:

"I didn't take action either. I just took a look and didn't need a medical fee. But I have a question, I hope you will answer truthfully: What is your relationship with him?"

However, he could see that the middle-aged and young man in front of him had a look of feeling sad about the person on the couch's approaching death, but he only sighed and did not feel much sad. So he raised this question curiously. After all, according to the current situation, the person on the couch was not their close relatives.

The older, fair and clean middle-aged man bowed steadily and sighed:

"It's our neighbor, but it's actually very short time to be a neighbor. In Xia Song Huan, the next to it is my son, Song An. Because of the decline of family, we can only find a living everywhere and run around, but moving here is the latest thing."

"As a result, when we moved here, the neighbor next door was also in trouble, and it was much worse than us. After being cheated at the age of people, he collected debts and even took over the temporary house next door, which was filled in the hole. We saw that he was pitiful, so we took him in, thinking that it was a matter of adding a pair of chopsticks."

"As a result, he seemed to be unable to bear the blow. He was seriously ill and had little time to go, alas..."
Chapter completed!