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Zi'an took a step forward unhappily and took over the conversation: "If you don't want to see a doctor, go find your shopkeeper."

The girl's thoughts were interrupted by the man's sudden voice and she turned around angrily.

She wanted to see what kind of man was so unruly that he dared to cross the line when a woman was talking.

But when he met a pair of beautiful almond eyes, his eyes lit up, and before he could say anything, a cold voice sounded in his ears.

"The medical skills of your clinic are quite worrying."

Isn't it worrying that a prestigious medical clinic doesn't provide medical services but only provides theater services?

As soon as the words fell, the doctor who was watching the show changed his expression. Fearing that it would damage her reputation, he hurried forward and glared at the child who was about to say something. He nodded slightly towards Linglong and said, "Girl, our shopkeeper has gone out for something. What can I do for you?"

Seeing the arrogant look of the visitor, her delicate and cold eyes swept across the arrogant face of the other party, and said coldly: "No need, your temple is too big to accommodate ordinary people like us."

After saying this, he turned around and left, holding the boy's hand.

The doctor who was speaking was stunned by Linglong's series of actions. This person must be from another place, otherwise how could he not recognize her?

As soon as Linglong and Zi'an came out of the clinic, they met Liang Wenchong and his three companions who were chasing them.

Wang San glanced at the clinic behind Linglong. When he saw that the atmosphere inside was not right, he retracted his gaze, took a few steps forward and bowed slightly to Linglong.

"My Lady, how can I help you?"

Linglong paused. Although her mental power could go wherever she wanted, she didn't know which places were free of trouble.

Thinking of this, he turned to look at Wang San: "Madam Wang, is there a reputable clinic nearby?"

The doctor who had just chased out of the clinic happened to hear Linglong's words. His face turned pale and he wanted to say something, but he met a pair of deep and cold eyes. His mind went blank in an instant and he couldn't say anything.

What scary eyes, there is no emotion in them, it's like she is looking at a dead person.

Wang San glanced at the person who came. When he saw the other person's frightened face, a sneer flashed across his lips. When facing Linglong, his tone became respectful: "There are some girls. I will take you there."

Doctor Li, who always felt that the doctor holding the box was superior to others, will be angry to death after hitting a wall today.

Thinking that he didn't need to care about the clinic behind him that looked down on others, he took Linglong and a few others, walked around a noisy alley and came to a back alley.

Looking at the crowded clinic not far away, Linglong paused and turned her head to look at the corner not far away.

Zi'an also smelled the faint scent of blood in the air, and when he was about to turn his head, Linglong pinched his palm and pulled him away.

"Madam Wang, I'm going to buy a few slaves next. Is your business involved?"

Wang San, who was leading the way, turned around and said, "Yes, my eldest sister is doing this business."

Linglong nodded, "Okay."

As they were talking, they arrived at the door of the clinic. Looking up, the three big words "Jishidang" came into view.

Linglong looked at Wang San and the others, and then her eyes fell on the older Liang Wenchong: "Mr. Liang, please wait a moment."

Liang Wen Chong, who had been quiet the whole time, looked up upon hearing this, and said in an instinctively respectful tone, "Yes."

Realizing that his attitude was wrong, Liang Wenchong quickly adjusted his mood and smiled gently: "Miss Wang, you have done us a great favor by saving our Liang's Bookstore. You don't have to be so polite."

Hearing this, Zi'an looked at Liang Wenchong with a serious look.

Linglong nodded and took Zi'an into the clinic.

"Lady, please wait in line for the consultation."

Before anyone even walked into the lobby, they heard a serious female voice.

Linglong tilted her head to look over and saw a clean-looking middle-aged woman sitting behind a low table, looking up at her. Opposite the middle-aged woman was a long line of people.

At this moment, the people had stopped watching the show and were looking at him with disapproval.

Seeing this, Linglong was sure that the doctor sitting behind the low table must have a high reputation in Qingshan Town. And when no one else could see, she saw the light golden mist surrounding the other person.

"Doctor, let's go find the shopkeeper."

After hearing this, the doctor, who had a serious face, relaxed.

"You guys go in, the shopkeeper is behind the counter."

Linglong nodded slightly, "Thank you, Doctor."

Without delaying the other party's consultation, he brought Zi'an to the counter in the lobby and said directly to the shopkeeper who was doing the accounting: "Shopkeeper, do you want the herbs?"

The shopkeeper paused holding the pen when he heard the voice, then looked up, his eyes filled with amazement. The man in front of him was so handsome that he was rarely seen.

Zi'an, who had been patient all the way, became furious when he saw a stranger looking at Linglong with such eyes again. He turned his head and gave Linglong a wronged look, then took a step forward, slapped the table, and spoke unhappily.

"Shopkeeper, I'm asking you if you'll accept the herbs? What are you looking at? Are you polite?"

The female shopkeeper looked at him in astonishment because of Yinan's series of actions.

Linglong, with a bad look on her face, pulled Zi'an over and lifted up his hand that had been slapping the table. Looking at his red palm, Linglong's tone became a little colder.

"An An, why don't you take care of your body?"

Zi'an, who was worried about Linglong's mood changes, thought that Linglong was angry with him. He was afraid and hesitated when he heard these words. He looked up blankly. When he saw the heartache in Linglong's cold eyes, his face turned red, but he felt sweet inside.

cough……

A cough broke the pink gas surrounding Zian.

Linglong raised her eyes and looked calmly at the shopkeeper who put one hand on his lips and pretended to cough.

When the shopkeeper met the delicate and cold eyes, his back stiffened and he asked with gritted teeth: "Excuse me, girl, do you want to sell medicinal herbs?"

Linglong didn't say any more nonsense. She let go of Zi'an, pretended to take out four blue cloth bags from her sleeves, and opened one.

The shopkeeper, who was full of doubts, suddenly widened his eyes when he saw what was on the table.

Ginseng is a hundred years old!

His shining eyes subconsciously fell on the other cloth bags, and he asked in a trembling voice: "Girl, are these three cloth bags the same?"

Faced with the situation where the shopkeeper was unwilling to take his eyes off the medicinal herbs, Linglong remained calm.

"Yes, the shopkeeper's are older than the one I opened."

"real!!"

The sudden rise in the voice still made the doctor who was seeing patients at the door frown and turn his head instinctively.

The shopkeeper realized that his behavior was inappropriate. He looked towards the door guiltily, and as expected, he was met with a pair of displeased eyes.

He immediately retracted his gaze, carefully picked up the cloth bag on the table, looked up at Linglong and said, "Girl, please follow me."

Linglong nodded and followed the shopkeeper.

After passing through the small door and looking at the shopkeeper leading the way, Zi'an asked Linglong beside him in a low voice: "Sister, why do you want to sell such good medicinal herbs?"

Linglong tilted her head and looked at the young man who came in front of her, her brows softened a little.

"I still have a lot of ginseng of this quality, don't worry."