Quick Transmigration: Don't Be Slag

"Master, the herbs are almost ready. I'm going to see Aunt Wang in the town. You take care of Chutu." After speaking, he picked up the medicine box and prepared to leave.

"Understood, how can we say that our Miracle Doctor Valley is also well-known. In the past, we only picked one person to see it for a few months, and now you go to see others for free every day..." Just as I was about to say something, seeing my disciple's stubborn eyes, "Well, forget it, let's do a good deed that day."

After Qin Ting left, Gu Zhu held Tutu in his arms and said:

"If Xiaoting had half of Xiaochu's thoughts, he wouldn't be so stupid." After shaking his head helplessly, he began to tease Tutu.

"Take this medicine again, and your illness will be almost cured." Qin Ting was sitting in a shabby room, taking his pulse, and the middle-aged man next to him quickly thanked him, "Thank you, miraculous doctor, thank you!"

The old lady on the bed said gratefully:

"Miraculous doctor, thanks to you, if only my old bones, alas"

"It's okay, it's easy to do." Qin Ting replied with a cold face.

Anyone in this place who has been treated by Qin Ting knows that the genius doctor wears a mask and doesn't like to smile, but his heart is not so good.

After seeing his illness, Qin Ting walked down the street in white clothes. Although he was wearing a mask, his elegant demeanor made many ladies and brothers turn their heads frequently.

As Qin Ting was walking, he suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"Stay away from me." Lu Cheng, who was pulled out to buy things, said coldly.

"Brother Bochu, what's wrong with you? Are you angry that I pulled you out to buy something?" The woman's delicate voice came later.

Qin Ting panicked and looked behind him, just in time to see Mu Lingling holding Bo Chu's arm and acting coquettishly.

The two are talented and beautiful, and they are a perfect match.

Qin Ting subconsciously avoided them, turned around and pretended to look at the roadside stalls selling jewelry.

The impatience on Lu Cheng's body was almost overflowing, his brows were tightly frowned, "No, don't you want to buy something?"

Mu Lingling glanced at Lu Cheng, and said cautiously:

"Brother Bo Chu, why don't I buy it and let's go home!"

Lu Cheng supported his forehead with his hand, and said helplessly, "No, don't you want to buy hair panties? Go and have a look." After speaking, Lu Cheng looked at the nearby stalls.

"Well, brother Bochu is the best!" the woman replied with a charming smile.

Qin Ting on the side heard Lu Cheng saying that he was coming, and left in a panic.

"This young master? You have been watching for so long, are you going to send some to your wife?" The owner of the stall next to him looked at Qin Ting and asked.

But Lu Cheng's footsteps were getting closer and closer, Qin Ting took out some pieces of silver from his pocket in a panic, grabbed a white jade hairpin and left, turned around and ran into Lu Cheng, bowed his head and walked quickly.

"Hey, the young master is looking for your money!" The stall owner had just found the money, but Qin Ting had already left, and said doubtfully, "Oh, what a weird person!"

Lu Cheng was knocked down, subconsciously looked down at Qin Ting, because he was wearing a mask, Lu Cheng didn't see his face, he only saw the small red mole next to the man's ear.

His heartbeat suddenly quickened, and his intuition told him that the man was his lover, and he subconsciously chased after him, but was blocked by Mu Lingling, who beat and hugged him and said, "Brother Bo Chu, are you okay? Who is it? I don't apologize for bumping into someone!" He patted Lu Cheng on the shoulder.

Looking at the back of Qin Ting who had gone away, Lu Cheng couldn't help but swear in his heart, what the hell is his wife running away in front of his eyes!

With a black face, Lu Cheng gritted his teeth and said:

"I'm fine, I just like him hitting me!"

Mu Lingling was stunned for a moment, looked at Lu Cheng with a strange look in her eyes, and wanted to touch Lu Cheng with her hands to see if Lu Cheng's brain had been knocked stupid.

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I... don't want to work hard anymore, rich women please support me!

There are not enough brain cells to write.