Bianjing little doctor

Chapter 233 Blood Stains at the Door of the Pharmacy

In the early morning, Maxing Street is very foggy, and a row of antique markets are shrouded in mist.

Today is the Dragon Boat Festival, the streets are deserted, only the entrance of Xinyi Pharmacy is surrounded by many people.

There was a big pool of blood, spread irregularly on the ground, and there were some messy marks, which looked like human footprints.

There was also some splash on the door panel.

People looked at the blood stains in front of the pharmacy and pointed.

Seeing Xin Yi come out, there was a sudden silence in front of the door.

Aunt Li from the rouge shop was the first to speak, and said with a smile: "Miss Zhang, are you doing religious rituals at home?"

Xin Yi is a topical figure on Ma Xing Street, and her words and deeds have attracted much attention.

It's normal for people to think so when they see blood early in the morning and when the solar terms are on the rise.

Xin Yi didn't speak immediately, squatted down to check for a while, slowly poked a little blood with his finger, and then moved it to the tip of his nose.

Mrs. An followed her, and seeing her expression change slightly, she was a little flustered, "My lady..."

Xin Yi gave her a stern look, got up slowly, looked at the crowd of onlookers, and smiled.

"I'm worrying all the neighbors. This is probably the blood from our family's chicken slaughter yesterday... I asked the children to take it out and scatter it. It was pitch black at night and I didn't see it. It scared everyone. I'm really sorry..."

She looked back at Mrs. An and gave her a look.

"Go get the guy and get it, and clean it up quickly."

Mrs. An agreed, turned her head and went in.

Seeing what she said, the crowd lost interest and dispersed one after another, but the big-mouthed Aunt Li stayed behind and asked Xin Yi enthusiastically.

"Miss Zhang, your baby is the most sensible, how can you spread chicken blood out of nothing?"

Xin Yi smiled and said, "Who knows? They say they want to use blood to make paintings, oh, children always have many thoughts that adults can't understand..."

Aunt Li groaned, and looked left and right: "But this footprint doesn't look like a child's footprint, does it?"

"Yesterday, my uncle's family came to eat, so they left here. There were too many people leaving, so I accidentally stepped on it. What's so strange about this?"

After Xin Yi finished explaining calmly, seeing Aunt Li's dubious look, she suddenly smiled, took her arm, and said in a low voice:
"Ma'am, there is something I want to discuss with you."

Aunt Li was indeed distracted by her, "What's the matter?"

Xin Yi smiled, "Do business together and earn some money, would you like to?"

When she heard about making money, Aunt Li's eyes brightened a lot, and she smiled so that her chubby face looked like a wrinkled bun.

"Look at what your lady Zhang said? You want to support the aunt, it's too late for the aunt to be happy? How can there be any reluctance?"

She smiled again and lowered her voice.

"What business?"

Xin Yi said: "Of course it's your old job, ma'am."

Aunt Li was startled, "Huh? Rouge?"

Xin Yi said: "To be precise, it's a cosmeceutical."

"Cosmeceuticals?"

"Ointment containing Chinese medicinal ingredients."

Xin Yi has actually been thinking about this matter for two days. After all, she runs a drug store here, and the drug factory next door is mainly engaged in manufacturing. Cosmeceutical creams are the same as rouge powder, and she can open one alone. To sell, firstly, the market is limited, and secondly, it is easy to offend people.

Aunt Li's rouge shop is across the street from her. This woman has a big mouth and speaks everywhere. She is actually very good at doing business. Her husband also has a lot of connections in Bianjing Commercial Bank. Get yourself into trouble...

If you have money, everyone earns it together, that is the way.

Therefore, Xin Yi is going to let Aunt Li act as an agent of her own products, and the ointment produced will have a stable market. In the rouge and gouache industry, there is also a guarantee, and she does not need to deal with the people in that business, Aunt Li Of course it can be done.

Aunt Li was confused when she heard it, but she felt that Xin Yi was a rich face, backed by the king of Guangling County, the medicine could not be wrong, and the ointment could not be wrong...

As long as you can make money, why can't you cooperate?

"The lady, can you bring me some grease from your house, I'll take it back and show it to my master..."

She laughed as she said, "You know, I'm a woman, so I can't agree to you right away, I have to listen to the opinion of the head."

"I understand." Xin Yi turned around and gave her a set of finished cosmeceuticals, "Don't worry, we will discuss carefully after the festival..."

Aunt Li left happily.

Xin Yi turned around, glanced at the bloodstain by the door again, and looked at Mrs. An who was holding the broom.

"Cover it with a felt cloth and don't touch it yet."

When she made that look just now, Mrs. An knew that the matter was not that simple, because she came out with the broom and didn't move it.

Hearing this, she nodded, and quickly took out a felt cloth from the backyard, and covered the bloodstain, so that people passing by would not notice it.

"My lady, what kind of blood is this? Last night... we didn't kill the chicken."

Xin Yi's eyes were gloomy, "Human blood."

Mrs. An couldn't help shivering, and looked at her in a daze.

"Then... shall we report to the police?"

Xin Yi shook his head.

She has been in Bianjing for a long time, and her view of things is different from usual.Especially after Zhang Lu's case, her trust in the government is even lower...

"The King of Guangling County will come over today. We'll see what he says when he comes."

Madam An nodded.

Xin Yi told her, "Before the king of Guangling County comes, don't say anything."

There was blood outside the store, did someone deliberately frame her?Or was there some murder that happened in front of her house last night?

Xin Yi and Mrs. An couldn't discuss a result.

But today is the Dragon Boat Festival, if she goes to visit Fu Jiuqu at this juncture, it will inevitably make the eldest princess hate her again.It wasn't intentional, but it became intentional, so Xin Yi was going to suppress this matter first, and wait for Fu Jiuqu to come over by himself.

However, just as she was about to go back to the house, she heard Zhen Er's screams from the backyard.

"Mother...Mother..."

Mrs. An panicked when she heard this, lost her broom and ran inside.

"What's the matter, Zhen'er, what's the matter?"

Zhen'er and Mrs. An slept on the first floor. She just got up when she heard the movement, and wanted to go to the latrine for convenience, but when she opened the door and went in, she saw a puddle of blood on the floor of the latrine.

The little girl was terrified, and when she saw Mrs. An, she rushed over and hugged her tightly.

"Mother, there is blood in the hut, there is a lot of blood..."

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Mother is here..."

Madam An patted her daughter on the back, turned around and saw Xin Yi holding a firewood stick and slowly approaching the hut.

"Who?" Xin Yi whispered, "Who's inside."

No one answered.

It was quiet all around, only the wind from the Wuzhang River made the leaves rustle.

Xin Yi tiptoed over and opened the curtain of the hut.

There was no lamp inside, and the light was dim, but a person could be seen curled up near the firewood pile with the naked eye.

Judging by his length and build, he was still a burly man.

He seemed to have passed away, curled up there silently, with his face turned to one side, and a knife tightly held in his hand, from the handle to the blade, it was full of coagulated blood...

Xin Yi slowly approached him, with blood flowing all the way under his feet.

"Miss An, go open the ward and prepare to save someone..."

Lady An pulled Zhen'er who was hiding behind her, told her to go upstairs to look for San Nian, and then left in a hurry.

There are few people in the pharmacy today, except for the young one, who is the pregnant Hu Man.The only man Zhou Daozi is an old man, and he was happy last night. He drank a lot of wine and is still sleeping now.

Xin Yi did not disturb others, took down a door panel, pulled the man up with his own strength, and carried him into the ward with Mrs. An.

This person was covered in blood, with disheveled hair and unshaven beard. He could hardly see his face clearly, but with a high nose and thin lips, his facial features looked very correct, and his figure was even more robust.

Xin Yi didn't have time to clean his face, so he quickly took scissors to cut off his clothes and checked the injury——

"Hey. Strange." Xin Yi searched him, and didn't feel any embarrassment at the bare-chested man.

Lady An was a little shy, she didn't dare to look directly at her, "What's wrong, lady?"

Xin Yi frowned, "Except for a few small scratches, there are no other wounds on his body. Whose blood... is it?"

Lady An opened her eyes and stared at him blankly.

"This...could it be someone else's? He killed someone? This...he couldn't be a murderer, could he?"

In the last sound, although Mrs. An restrained herself, her voice was still a little trembling.

Just now when she dragged him in, she had already noticed that this man was extraordinarily tall and strong. If he was really a desperado, how would the two women deal with him?

Xin Yi took the scissors and cut the man's belt again.

Mrs. An let out a low ah, trying to stop her.

"My lady, no."

Xin Yi didn't turn his head back, "In front of the doctor, there is no distinction between men and women. I'll take a look, but it's hurt down below..."

Madam An looked at it for a while, and finally turned her head away when Xin Yi took off the man's trousers.

Xin Yi looked at her and smiled slightly.

"Fortunately, you grew up in a pharmacy, have you never seen this before?"

Lady An blushed and remained silent.

Most women in ancient times were conservative, and Xin Yi didn't make things difficult for her. He couldn't find any scars on the man's body, so he took a large fleece scarf and put it around his waist, and then wrapped it around his wrist again.

Could it be poisoning?
Xin Yi: "Miss An, go get the chopsticks!"

(End of this chapter)