The new book of the burning prairie star

"It's okay, you guys go first, I'll go to that store to take a look." Yang Shuiqian waved his hand and asked his companions to go and sell wine in pairs.

"Hey, boss, look, there's someone selling wine over there." One of his men stopped the boss who was walking forward, and the boss turned around. If Yang Biao was there, he would definitely recognize him as Zhao Si, who smashed his car at the dock. He came to the east of the city because a rich man paid him to bring more people to cause trouble at his competitor's place.

"It's just right that I'm feeling drunk. Let's go and take a look!" Zhao Si showed a lewd expression. He also liked wine. He stepped forward and stepped onto the donkey cart. "Boy, I'm selling wine here. Have you paid?"

Yang Shuiqian had just sold a jar of sorghum wine and was happily collecting the money. He was about to drive his donkey cart to the next store to continue selling wine, but when he saw Zhao Si's arrogant look, he was furious and said, "Why? I worked hard to earn some money, and I have to give it to you."

"You're really smart," Zhao Si retracted his foot, stepped forward and patted Yang Shuiqian's face, "Boy, if you come here to sell wine, you have to honor your grandfather."

"Fuck you," Yang Shuiqian grabbed the hand that slapped his face and kicked it away, "Today I'll let you see that not everyone can be touched by a jerk like you."

"Ah," Zhao Si said in pain, "Guo Yong, hurry up and do it. Damn it, if I don't beat you half to death today, I will take your surname."

Seeing that Yang Shuiqian was quite skilled and could handle himself well under the siege of several people, he became a little anxious, "Everyone, come together and break this kid's leg first, so that he won't become arrogant."

Guo Yong picked up a wooden stick and hit Yang Shuiqian on the thigh. "Ah," Yang Shuiqian was hit on the left thigh and broke out in a cold sweat due to the pain. He yelled at Guo Yong, "You bastard, I won't let you go." Enduring the pain, he took off the wooden stick that the thug next to him hit him with, and limped towards Guo Yong.

"Stop him, stop him quickly." Seeing Yang Shuiqian's desperate fighting style, Guo Yong, a local thug, was scared, "Don't beat him to death, just hit his left leg."

"Hey, brother, did you hear any noise?" Yang Xiaohua heard the chaotic sound of fighting, while Yang Biao was concentrating on driving the mule cart. When he heard what his sister said, he pulled the reins, stopped the cart, and listened carefully. "Someone is fighting. Let's go and find Officer Zhou."

He turned the cart around and let the mule run. When he saw the patrol team on the street, he shouted from a distance: "Officer, there is a fight in the east of the city."

As he was speaking, he came to the inspection team and said, "Oh, it's you. You are Master Zhou's student." The people in the inspection team recognized Yang Biao.

"Oh, now is not the time for small talk, hurry up and go to the east of the city, or someone will die if you go too late." Yang Biao was really anxious and didn't care about social etiquette. "Hurry up and get in the car, hurry up and get in the car, help me."

"Okay, I'll take a few people in the car, and the others will follow. Sun Tong will go to the team to notify the leader to come over." Su Zhihe quickly arranged his men, turned around and jumped onto the mule cart, "Let's go, lead the way!"

"Stop it," Su Zhihe jumped out of the mule cart without waiting for it to stop. "Oh no, it's you again, Zhao Si." Su Zhihe saw an old friend. "A dog will always eat shit, right? You're causing trouble in another place."

When Zhao Si saw Su Zhihe in uniform, he immediately admitted his mistake, "Master Su, this incident really has nothing to do with me. It was this guy who bullied me first, and my friend couldn't stand it, so he helped me out of brotherhood."

Seeing Su Zhihe's gaze turned to Yang Shuiqian on the ground, he immediately pushed the subordinate standing next to him over and ran to the other side himself. Idiot, if you don't run now, you're going to get beaten.

Su Zhihe caught the thug pushed by Zhao Si, calmed himself, and looked in the direction where Zhao Si ran away. There was no one there. He was too careless. "Take them all back." Seeing Yang Biao checking the injuries of the man lying on the ground, he asked, "Is he okay? Do you know this man?"

"I know him. He's from the same village as me," Yang Biao said as he touched the bloody spot. "It looks like there's something wrong with his thigh. Can you please come and give me a hand?" Yang Biao took off his clothes and used them to wrap Yang Shuiqian's thigh. "Sir, do you know where the nearest clinic is?"

"I know the location of the clinic. I'll drive the cart and get there quickly to take care of your fellow villagers." Su Zhihe hurriedly took the reins and shook them hard, and the mule cart started running quickly.

"Doctor, how is he?" Yang Biao looked at Yang Shuiqian's swollen thighs after his pants were cut open, and he couldn't help but gasp, "He was beaten too hard. This Zhao Si is too lawless. He must be taught a lesson."

"Zhao Si ran away this time, and he won't come out until he hides for ten days or half a month." Su Zhihe was helpless with this kind of person. As long as there was no death in the beating, the punishment for the beater would generally not be too severe.

"This young man's femur is broken. He needs to stay in bed and rest. He cannot be moved. Please discuss whether or not to provide him with treatment?" After the examination, the doctor informed the patient of his injuries expressionlessly.

"Treat it, it must be treated, but can it be cured?" Yang Biao was worried that the medical level in ancient times was limited, and there were no steel plates or steel nails to fix it. How could broken bones be cured? In his impression, there was a word that could describe the ancient times, that is, backwardness.

"If you want to treat me, pay me ten taels of silver first!" said the doctor, then turned and left.

"Really? How did this doctor know that I received the payment today?" Yang Biao took out ten taels of money that had not yet warmed up today and handed it to the counter. The medicine boy picked and chose in the medicine cabinet and handed it to him. "These medicines are boiled into one bowl for consumption. Do you want to boil them yourself or let us do it?"

"You guys help me fry it," It was so hot and Yang Biao didn't want to be exposed to the smoke and fire in the kitchen.

"The clinic will decoct the medicine for 100 coins!" Yang Biao quickly took out the money and handed it to the medicine boy. "Well, I'll give it to the patient after the medicine is ready." The medicine boy took the medicine bag and left.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work." Yang Biao thanked him hurriedly and turned to ask the doctor, "When will my fellow villager wake up?"

"I don't know about that. Your fellow villager probably fainted from the pain." The doctor felt a woman's pulse and said, "There's nothing wrong with your body. It's just the hot weather that has caused you to lose your appetite. Just drink more hot water and you'll be fine."

"Doctor, why do I feel like I'm pregnant?" The woman didn't want to believe it. "But this is the same as my previous pregnancy. How can it be just a loss of appetite?"

"Then go to another clinic, next one." The doctor still sat there calmly. Seeing that the woman stopped the next patient from coming forward, he stood up and walked towards the bed where Yang Shuiqian was lying, and asked the apprentice beside him, "Have you got everything I asked you to get?"

The apprentice nodded quickly, "Master, everything has been prepared as you said." Then he closed the door and blocked Yang Biao outside.