You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 955 Bad Fate

Early in the morning, the snow on the road was thick and the weather was freezing. Perhaps because the villagers were afraid of the cold, they were all still huddled indoors. The streets were quite deserted, with only a few women coming out to clear the snow.

"Pharmacist Ji, you're out so early! You must be tired~"

"Aunt Liu, there's no other way. It's all for making money. I can't just take the monthly salary that Boss Jie pays for nothing!" Changqing replied, looking a little embarrassed.

"Hey, are you two short of money?" Grandma Ma chimed in from the other side.

"Grandma Ma, you can't say such things. Boss Xie is obviously from a big family. How could a poor boy like me dare to presume to associate with him? Besides, he even gave me a meal. How could I do such a heartless thing?" Changqing's face flushed red with embarrassment.

Upon hearing this, the two townspeople realized that the young man, who used to seem like a young master from a prominent family, now seemed much more approachable, as if he had undergone a great change. The most obvious change was that he had become much more naive and no longer had that aloof feeling of someone from another world.

After a brief chat, they continued on their way. Only then did the townspeople notice that Changqing was wearing an extremely old blue robe, even worse than the ones they were wearing.

Strange, isn't he a guest of Mayor Sun? Why is he dressed so poorly? Aunt Liu scratched her head.

Han Zijin then stepped forward and said, "Grandma, Auntie, please don't say things like that again."

In the distance, a figure could be seen standing in front of the pharmacy. Perhaps the snow was too white, because it had made Boss Xie's ears turn bright red from the cold. Changqing thought so.

Upon seeing Changqing, the woman sighed, feigning ease. She smiled again, nodded, and entered the hall.

The task of shoveling snow in front of the door was naturally left to Changqing.

The snow was very thick. It took half an hour to barely clear the snow in front of the medicine hall with Han Zijin.

Holding his aching back, before he could even rest, Changqing saw the town mayor arrive. He was somewhat apprehensive, as the mayor was a very important figure he rarely saw!

"Good morning, Mayor," Changqing said, inviting him to sit inside the hall.

With his slightly hunched back, the mayor's expression was hidden, but it was one of heartache, a difficult situation he could only bear.

"Well, my father has been coughing badly lately and would like to ask for some cough medicine. Could you please, Changqing... uh, Pharmacist Ji, prescribe a mild one?" Sun Ming'en said with some difficulty.

"Has Mayor Sun been drinking recently? The old man is getting on in years, and his liver and lungs aren't functioning well, so he shouldn't eat food that's too oily or salty." Changqing said this, quickly grabbing various medicinal herbs, packing them into small packets, and handing them to Sun Ming'en.

But then he waved his hand, and a sharp figure entered from behind him, handing over the silver and taking the medicine packet.

Wearing a thin linen robe, he could not hide the slightly bulging muscles beneath. The astonishing heat emanating from it suggested that he was a martial artist, as he was completely unfazed by the cold.

His face was young, yet sharp and piercing, like a walking sword. Changqing only remembered seeing him once when a caravan returned, and he only glanced at him from afar without taking a closer look. Now, seeing him up close, the aura of a martial artist was awe-inspiring.

"Oh, by the way, the caravan will be setting off again in two days. We'll need Boss Jie to prepare more fasting pills then. The destination is a large city under the jurisdiction of Danxin Prefecture, and there are quite a few medicinal herbs. Does the pharmacy have anything we need?" Sun Ming'en shifted his gaze to the counter.

“The symptoms of typhoid fever and frostbite are increasing. Pure yang ginger and yin-dispelling herbs are insufficient. We will have to trouble the town mayor again.” Xie Xinyu raised his head and said.

The sound of footsteps in the snow echoed outside the door, and a pale-faced scholar entered. Seeing Sun Ming'en there, he hurriedly raised his hand, saying, "Greetings, sir!"

Slightly surprised, Sun Ming'en quickly regained his composure: "Seeing Zhen Tang in such a hurry, has something happened?"

"Oh...oh! In the warm shed, several refugees lit a charcoal fire at night and inhaled the toxic fumes, resulting in many of them falling into a coma. The situation is urgent, and they are looking for a doctor to treat them."

Zhen Tang turned his head and looked at the young man standing in front of the medicine cabinet. He remembered that the young man had good medical skills, so he came to ask for help. But when their eyes met, a strange sense of familiarity came over him, as if they had known each other for a long time and had a good relationship. He searched his memory and found that the two had not known each other much. He definitely did not have this kind of sudden intuition that he had a relationship with. It was really strange.

As he turned his head, he saw the young man looking at the cold-blooded martial artist behind the town mayor. He had only glanced at him out of curiosity, but he was stunned by what he saw. He felt a strange sense of familiarity wash over him like a tide. A name was on the tip of his tongue, and he wanted to say it, but no matter how hard he opened his mouth, he couldn't say the name. It was an almost instinctive reaction.

Zhentang didn't understand, but he didn't dislike it.

Looking at this scene, Xie Xinyu couldn't help but feel absurd. According to their agreement, they had become strangers from then on.

However, there are signs of them gathering together again. Could this young man have some mysterious power that he uses to attract like-minded people?

Sun Ming'en was puzzled by this and dared not let them have too much contact. He tried to get Xie Xinyu to intervene, but when he saw that Xie Xinyu was also in a daze, he raised his voice a little.

While Jie Xinyu was lost in thought, he was awakened by Sun Ming'en's voice and tried to borrow someone's help.

The town head organized people to clean the streets, the martial artists delivered medicine to the old man, and Mayor Sun Ming'en went with Changqing to check on the poisoned people.

Changqing, which had only recently warmed up, reappeared on the street. The greenhouse was located not far from the entrance of the town, just a few steps away.

A dozen or so people lay scattered about. Fortunately, Changqing's medical skills were not just for show; the symptoms of being poisoned by the smoke were mild and not serious. After being carried to an open area and exposed to the cold wind several times, they were all out of danger. No one died, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Sun Ming'en went to handle matters in the town, leaving Changqing there.

Arriving at the nearby porridge stall, I was filled with admiration at the small porridge stand. I had seen many high-ranking officials and nobles, but few were willing to do it themselves.

A white figure bustled about in the porridge stall, standing gracefully with eyebrows like distant mountains. Her white fur coat, as white as snow-capped clouds, made her appear almost like snow itself, translucent and radiant. Her slightly furrowed brows seemed unable to conceal the pity and sorrow in her heart. Her delicate nose and cherry-red lips added a touch of heroic spirit to her exquisite face.

He had never seen such a face up close before. His heart skipped a beat, and his palms felt hot as he realized that there was now a bowl of plain white porridge in his hand.

Are they treating him like a refugee? The young man smiled bitterly, handed the porridge to the people queuing behind him, and stepped forward. In an instant, he noticed several extremely wary and sharp gazes, like thorns in his back, foreshadowing danger.

She bowed slightly and said, "Young lady, last night dozens of people were confused by the poisonous smoke and their minds are not quite clear. Could you lend me a small stove and some dried rice to cook some medicinal porridge for them?"

The cautious gaze remained, leaving Changqing completely bewildered. He had already explained his purpose, so why were these towering old men so wary of him? They showed none of the tranquility typically associated with the elderly; they were like a powder keg.