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Chapter 245 People in Jianghu Called Small Poverty Relief?Mr. Poverty Relief is back! (55)

Hundreds of miles north of Chang'an City, there is an unremarkable mountain.

Mo Yushan.

In the past, there was a gentleman here who responded to the mountain people's needs and didn't take any money after helping solve the problems. Therefore, he was called Mr. Poverty Relief by the people of this generation.

But one day, the poor man went out for a wandering, and never came back.

……

Beep, beep, beep.

A group of three people, an old man led a young man and a boy, slowly climbed up the mountainside.

"It's been a long time."

Looking at the beautiful scenery on Moyu Mountain, Sun Simiao said with emotion,

"The scenery here is still the same, and there are many herbs on the mountain."

"It is indeed a treasure land of geomantic omen."

"Disciple, any herbs on the road will be picked up for the teacher!"

"Yes, Master!" Lin Xing's eyes lit up, looking around, for fear of missing a herb.

However, Xu Fenglei was not happy when he heard this.

"Hey Hey hey."

He said angrily,

"Do you know whose territory this is? Don't touch any plants or trees, this is robbery!"

Damn, it's on my head to grab something!

"Tch, you only lived here for a while, and this mountain is not yours."

Sun Simiao curled his lips and said,
"Is it bothering you to pick a few herbs?"

"Don't listen to him, disciple, keep picking!"

Xu Fenglei crossed his waist.

"It's not there yet, but it will be soon!"

He said confidently,
"Do you know that all heroes like me have fiefs? My fief will be in this generation!"

"Thousands of households in this generation are all my fiefs! Every plant and tree is my private property!"

"Do you understand what private property is sacred and inviolable?"

"Don't move!"

When Sun Simiao heard this, his stubborn temper also came up.

"You also said that it's time, and now this place is still no man's land, pick it!"

"Now it's mine too! If I say no, I won't!"

"Hey! Are you kidding me?"

"..."

One old and one young started bickering, but the young disciple Lin Xing was already used to it, she shrugged her shoulders, and stood sideways watching the two masters spit.

Suddenly, he saw a crowd of people ahead.

"Master, master of helping the poor!"

Lin Xing shouted,

"There are a lot of people over there!"

Hearing this, the two stopped bickering suddenly and looked forward.

But on the platform on the mountainside, in front of the hut where Xu Fenglei once lived, there were actually people queuing up!

Although it is not as lively as it was back then, it is also crowded with people, and its popularity is not low.

"Ok?"

Xu Fenglei said in surprise,
"Could it be that my boy...is sitting in the restaurant too?"

"Let's go and have a look."

There was already a bit of curiosity in his heart.

At the beginning, he left Tong'er here alone, and he was a little concerned. Although he taught him some skills, if the child is not good at learning, wouldn't he be hungry?

Thinking about it later, with his reputation in this area, even if Tong'er is incompetent and supported by the mountain people, he should not starve to death.

At first he wanted to come back, but the Tiance Mansion always had something to do and couldn't leave, so he was delayed for a while, until now he had time to come back and take a look.

……

As soon as the three of them approached, they saw that there was indeed a young man sitting in the hall.

The young man was still childish, but he already had a bit of temperament. Looking at the mountain people who came to ask for help, he also said calmly:

"Auntie, don't be in a hurry, and tell me your son's horoscope, so I can make arrangements."

The aunt wiped away her tears, said the horoscope tremblingly, and then begged:
"Little Mr. Poverty Relief, you have to help me, my baby is suffering..."

Xu Fenglei frowned slightly.

"Small relief for the poor?"

he laughed,
"To get this title, this kid is doing well here!"

Sun Simiao and Lin Xing also stood sideways with great interest, especially Lin Xing, who stared at the boy in the hall with a pair of big eyes, with a curious look on his face.

This, should be his brother of the same generation, right?

"Don't worry, auntie."

The young man made a calculation and laughed,
"Your son didn't die young, he should just be ill for a while, it's fine."

"You go back and take good care of it. It's best to find a doctor and prescribe some medicine. It will definitely recover."

When the aunt heard this, her eyes filled with enthusiasm.

"Good, good!"

She continued,
"If you say that, I'm relieved, I'm relieved!"

"Thank you, Mr. Poverty Rescue, you, like your master, are living Bodhisattvas who save the suffering!"

The boy smiled and said, "Next."

"Mountain people are more superstitious. Once something happens, they are more willing to seek the help of a gentleman instead of seeking medical treatment from a doctor."

Xu Fenglei sighed softly,

"Of course, this is also due to the shortage of medical resources. Take me, Mo Yushan, as an example. There are almost no decent doctors in this generation. When I was here, I was both a doctor and a doctor. , the mountain people’s cows and horses are sick, and they all come to me for medical treatment.”

"Hey, they really need medical resources. Even a barefoot doctor who knows a little bit is as precious to them as a living Bodhisattva."

When Sun Simiao heard this, his expression was moved.

"Is this why you insist on opening a medical school?"

he murmured.

"Ah."

Xu Fenglei responded,
"What I want is not one or two medical masters, but tens of thousands of qualified junior doctors, barefoot doctors."

"It is impossible to have a thousand or 1 Sun Simiaos in this world, but it is still possible to have tens of thousands of ordinary doctors. With these people, the lives of ordinary people can be guaranteed."

Sun Simiao nodded heavily.

"The old man understands."

He said seriously,

"Don't worry, after the medical school opens, the old man will compile the textbooks meticulously and teach them meticulously."

"We must let the people of the world have access to medical treatment!"

Xu Fenglei smiled.

Just as she was talking, the aunt came out thankfully.

But as soon as she walked outside the door, her eyes showed a bit of bewilderment and sadness.

Where is she going to find a doctor?Where are you going……

"Lin Xing."

Xu Fenglei said suddenly,

"You have been with your master for more than a year, now I give you a task, how about a small test?"

"Master, please give me instructions!" Lin Xing was eager to try after hearing this.

"Go help that aunt and solve her child's illness."

Xu Fenglei ordered,

"Remember, practice medicine carefully. If you are in doubt, don't act recklessly. Come back and ask your master, do you understand?"

"Yes!"

Lin Xing agreed decisively, then walked up quickly, and said to the aunt,

"Auntie! I am a doctor!"

"Is your son sick? I'll go with you and see how it goes for him?!"

The aunt was a little at a loss, but she was a little panicked when she saw this young man who suddenly appeared from nowhere.

But when she turned to see the two people in front of her, her eyes suddenly widened.

"It's... Mr. Poverty Relief!"

"Mr. Poverty Relief is back!"

(End of this chapter)