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"Oh."

It seems that we still can't be rushed.

Xufeng calmed down and watched carefully how Master treated the illness and saved people.

Although it is not possible to learn martial arts for the time being, learning medicine well will also be of great use in the movie world in the future.

Near noon, a group of people rushed into Baozhilin.

The head was a brawny man with fat, dressed in a short coat, half-opened, with a red face, and a long braid wrapped around his head—a stubborn man.

"Master! Master! Save people!"

His roar shook the window mullions, and when he ran over, the whole ground seemed to be beating a drum.

Needless to say, this person is Huang Feihong's big disciple, Lin Shirong.

Lin Shirong's nickname Pork Rong sells pork in the vegetable market.

He had a strange illness when he was a child. He was so skinny that he was going to lose it. After taking Huang Feihong's medicine for a month, he recovered completely.

So, since then, Lin Shirong has worshipped Huang Feihong as his teacher and practiced the basic skills of Hongjiaquan since he was a child.

Huang Feihong often does not charge any fees for consultations, and instead has a lot of medicinal materials. Baozhilin has been able to maintain for more than ten years and has not been closed. Almost all of them rely on Lin Shirong to sell pork to supplement.

"Shirong? What's the matter?"

Seeing that the situation was urgent, Huang Feihong immediately stood up and greeted him.

"Master! We were selling vegetables in the concession area, and suddenly a group of people who claimed to be the Hesha Gang rushed out, indiscriminately hacking and killing us vegetable vendors!" Lin Shirong stomped his feet viciously when he spoke of his anger. The blue bricks broke three pieces immediately.

Dozens of the wounded were rushed in, and Xu Feng hurriedly greeted them and put them in the inner room.

Huang Feihong checked briefly, and Shen Sheng said to Xufeng: "Go and get the disinfectant and the golden sore medicine."

"Yes!" Xu Feng quickly ran to the medicine cabinet.

Disinfecting water is not a traditional Chinese medicine. The reason why Baozhilin has this kind of western medicine is obviously inseparable from the subtle influence of the thirteenth aunt. This also shows that Huang Feihong does not have any insight into medicine.

Huang Feihong gave priority to debridement and suture treatment for the seriously injured. His exquisite technique, combined with the ancestral golden sore medicine, quickly brought the wounded under control.

After Xufeng ran before and after he helped Master change the medicine, he suddenly forgot his fatigue.

Lin Shirong sat in a chair and panted heavily, "The Hesha Gang was clearly found by a foreigner! The foreigner robbed us of our land, and now they have injured our people again. I will seek revenge from them!"

With that, Lin Shirong was about to rush out.

"Shirong! Stop!" Huang Feihong scolded angrily.

Lin Shirong yelled unconvincedly: "Master! Don't stop me! I can't swallow this breath!"

"Asshole!"

Huang Feihong said angrily: "People who learn martial arts must not try to do things! I will do the negotiation with foreigners, and you will stay honestly!"

Lin Shirong said angrily: "Foreigners dominate our land. The dog officials of the Qing court can't even see a shadow. Is this our country?"

As he said, such a strong man actually wiped out tears.

Xu Feng's heart was touched, and he wanted to comfort this passionate big brother, but for a moment he didn't know how to speak.

Born in troubled times, the country is weak and the people mourn.

"Is Huang Feihong here?"

With an official shout, Bao Zhilin's door was roughly pushed open by the soldiers of the Qing court.

Dozens of soldiers armed with foreign guns walked in, surrounded by a white-faced official.

The official looked in his thirties, with long beads hanging around his neck, the official hat was upright, and his horseshoe sleeves were neatly gathered.

He also pinched a Jinpa in his hand and covered his mouth and nose with Jinpa, his eyes full of disgust, as if he had come to a pigsty chicken coop.

After the Musketeers next to him lined up, he said in a loud voice, "Which is Huang Feihong?"

Huang Feihong shook his front, adjusted his collar, and stepped forward calmly, "Here is Huang Feihong."

His coat was covered with blood and his voice was not high, but he did not conceal his master temperament.

The official glanced at Huang Feihong contemptuously, "Master Huang, I am Ma Peiyuan, the newly appointed guardian chief, from the fifth grade official position, as soon as I took office today, I heard that some people were making trouble outside the concession, so I came here to get people. "

Lin Shirong furiously said: "Are we making trouble? It is clear that foreigners have taken our land and hired Hesha Gang to drive us away! Don't you care about us, and help foreigners come to get us?"

Ma Peiyuan said coldly and proudly: "The truth is right and wrong, the official has his own conclusion-come, take away all of them!"

Lin Shirong shook the flesh on his body, clenched his fists and glared, and shouted: "I see who dares!"

The vigilantes nearby also picked up the guys, and a big battle was about to detonate.

Ma Peiyuan was furious, "It's just a mere mess, the following is committed, you want to rebel?"

With that said, he put away Jinpa and drew a short-handled musket from his waist.

"Snapped!"

Huang Feihong slapped Lin Shirong in the face, and Lin Shirong's sturdy body staggered three steps and collapsed to the ground.

This one is really not light!

Lin Shirong followed Huang Feihong to practice martial arts since he was young.

But in front of Huang Feihong, his level of external skill is nothing at all.

"The evildoer!"

Huang Feihong cursed at Lin Shirong: "Get out of here and kneel outside and reflect! You are not allowed to get up without my permission!"

Lin Shirong said aggrievedly: "Yes, Master."

Ma Peiyuan still wanted to stop, but Huang Feihong clasped his fists and said, "Master Ma, please calm down, and Shirong is against you. I have no choice but to teach you. Please look at my face and don’t be like him-Shirong! Get out of me?"

Huang Feihong was also a friend of Liu Yongfu, the former navy admiral, at any rate, and the navy admiral was regarded as a great official in frontiers from the first rank.

In addition, Huang Feihong's position in the hearts of the local people in Fushan is quite respected. Ma Peiyuan is not a fool. Since Huang Feihong took the initiative to intercede, he is not good to be strong.

Ma Peiyuan snorted coldly, removed his hand from the short-handled musket, and glanced at Lin Shirong slantingly, "Fortunately, there is a good master."

After being slapped by the master, but avoiding being arrested and beaten by officials, Lin Shirong naturally knew that the master was working hard.