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Zhang Yu waited in the courtyard where all the disciples were in Zhongjin. He followed the four Taoist priests into the back courtyard.

The buildings in the backyard are all classical oriental buildings, with a garden corridor and several houses.

They walked towards the house in the middle together, and Zhang Yu asked in a low voice: "How is the situation with Uncle Tony?"

The previous young Taoist priest immediately said: "I have wiped the medicinal liquor, there should be no problem."

"That's good." Zhang Yu nodded.

Soon, before arriving at the house, the foreign Taoist priest pushed the door open, and then he could smell a smell of Chinese medicine.

Zhang Yu tightened his nose, and felt that the smell seemed a bit wrong. But he didn't say much, just followed the four around the screen.

Behind the screen is a bed. On the bed lies a foreigner in his fifties. The foreigner has a bun on his head and looks very formal. There is a foreigner Kundao beside the bed, who seems to take care of the foreigner.

"Return to Master, I am not here as a great mage." The young Taoist priest said respectfully.

"Help me up," the foreigner on the bed said eagerly.

Kun Dao next to him will help him up, and Zhang Yu quickly said: "You are hurt, don’t be so polite. The poor Dao comes from the Wudang Taoist Temple of Guangming Mountain in Zhenhai City in China. His name is Zhang Yu. No one is worthy."

Although there is a little distance, Zhang Yu can see clearly that the foreigner Taoist's face is haggard, and it is obvious that he has suffered serious internal injuries. And Kun Dao next to him, although his face was haggard, but this haggard was too tired.

As a Taoist priest, you have to have a Taoist name. If you don't have a Taoist name, that's not a Taoist priest. And not only must there be a road number, but also a wonderful number.

Zhang Yu used to be called Wudangzhai layman, but since he is a layman, he is definitely not a Taoist priest. Tangtang Wu is the abbot of the Taoist Temple, if there is no Taoist name, it is obviously out of place. Zhang Yu simply saves trouble, so let's call Wudangzi.

Of course, most people don't call him that, they call him Zhang Zhenren, or Zhang Daoyou.

This is actually normal. Zhang Yu's identity is placed here. Just like Qiu Chuji, everyone called him Qiu, or Changchun, and no one called him Changchunzi in person.

"It turned out to be an innocent person, disrespectful and disrespectful. The poor Dao's name is John Brown, and the Dao's name goes to Yunzi. This is my junior sister Stephen Lisa, the Dao's name goes to the heart." The foreigner said.

Immediately afterwards, the foreigner Kun Dao Stephen Lisa stood up and bowed to Zhang Yu.

The four Taoist priests who came with Zhang Yu also reported their families. The young Taoist priest was named Zhao Hua and his Taoist name was Guangqingzi. The Zhike Taoist is called Qian Fei, and the Taoist is Guangchengzi. The big foreigner is called Valencia, and the road name is Guangningzi. Another foreigner is Chamberlain, whose name is Guanglunzi.

He was polite, and suddenly there were footsteps and voices outside. The voice was not small, and Zhang Yu's voice was familiar to one of them, as if it were the voice of the old man Tony. The old man's voice sounded very angry, I don't know what the quarrel was.

With a "clam", the door was pushed open. Zhang Yu and the others looked back, and then saw a foreign Taoist priest leaning on Uncle Tony with a wooden stick around the screen.

"###&&&***%%&&&..." As soon as Tony came in, he called out in a foreign language again.

John Brown on the bed hurriedly said in a soothing tone: "￥￥￥##&&&&***&&......"

In short, Zhang Yu couldn't understand a word of what he was talking about. He could only hear that John Brown was inadequate and very weak.

The two said a few words. Uncle Tony was helped to sit down by the bed. He was very anxious and kept knocking on the walking stick.

Zhang Yu pulled the sleeves of the young Taoist priest Zhao Hua and asked in a low voice, "What are they making?"

Embarrassed, Zhao Hua hesitated for a while, frowning, and whispered: "Isn't my master injured? Uncle Tony must ask Master to go to the hospital, don't hold on. But Master won't agree..." >

"Why didn't you agree, since you are injured, you should also go to the hospital..." Zhang Yu whispered.

"You can't go to the hospital...this..." Zhao Hua seemed unspeakable.

When Zhang Yu saw this, he slapped John Brown on the bed and said: "I heard that fellow daoists are hurt, and I have some medical methods for the poor. I don't know if I can take a look."

"Then there will be fellow workers." John Brown said gratefully.

Uncle Tony was sitting on the chair next to the bed. He hadn't noticed Zhang Yu before, and he couldn't help but look over when he heard the words.

Just looking at it, I felt a little familiar, and then I remembered. He said with some wonder: "@@&&&&&&##......"

He didn't understand what Zhang Yu said, so Zhao Hua hurriedly talked with Uncle Tony in English and told about Zhang Yu's origin.

The old man had a good impression of Zhang Yu before, but after listening to Zhao Hua's words, he immediately became unhappy and said something badly.

Zhang Yu frowned. The greatest sorrow in the world is chatting with foreigners, and he doesn't understand.

He pulled Zhao Hua and motioned to Zhao Hua to translate. Zhao Hua said apologetically: "Uncle Tony said...you, you are young...if you can see a doctor...he takes his head down and gives you The ball kicks..."

Zhang Yu smiled faintly and said: "Tell him the old man, I will definitely be able to cure the person. If it can't be cured, the hospital can't cure it either."

"Huh?" Zhang Yu's words surprised Zhao Hua.

"Just tell him that." Zhang Yu smiled.

"Well then..." Zhao Hua immediately followed Zhang Yu's words and spoke to the old man in English.

Sure enough, Uncle Tony heard this, and he slammed the wooden stick in his hand on the ground, calling out.

But Zhang Yu can probably guess what he said this time. He must be bragging 13.

Zhang Yu whispered: "Is he saying I am bragging."

"Almost..." Zhao Hua said in his mouth, secretly saying that you still have a bit of self-knowledge.

Zhang Yu just smiled, calmly walked to the bed and sat down.

He ignores Tony. You are looking at John Brown on the bed and really say: "Friends, give me your hand."

"Okay." John Brown knew that Zhang Yu was trying to get his pulse.

John Brown is a white man. He has no clothes on, but a bandage, which smells of medicine.

Zhang Yu grabbed his veins and immediately his face changed slightly. He could feel that John Brown's injury was not light, and the injury was not a day or two, it should be some days. The injury showed no signs of getting better, but it was slowly getting worse. If you continue to consume it like this, it is estimated that it will not last a week.

"Can I stay injured for half a month?" Zhang Yu asked.

"Almost sixteen days." John Brown said, his face couldn't help showing a touch of admiration.

"What medicine did you use?" Zhang Yu asked again.

"Sanqi, Angelica, Caulis spatholobi... Oral and external application..." John Brown reported a prescription and named a dozen Chinese medicines.

After listening to his prescription, Zhang Yu pondered slightly, his face changed slightly, and he said in confusion: "Is it right?"

"What's wrong?" John Brown asked a little puzzled.

"If you use this prescription, it stands to reason that the injury should have healed long ago, even if it is not good, it will not get heavier. There seems to be a problem here." Zhang Yu said sternly.

After saying this, he sniffed vigorously.