380 moles are popular

One day, Qingshi came over.

"Master, I don't know who knew about you and the eldest son removing moles in the capital, and they also knew that you are in Yingtian now, and several young masters from wealthy families are lining up to invite you."

Ping An was puzzled: "Just order it, don't you and Wu Jun know how to do it?"

Qingshi smiled bitterly: "I told you, but it doesn't work. They insisted that you do it yourself, and the price is negotiable."

The master was not willing to pass on the recipe for mole removal to the doctors at Baicaotang for the time being. Firstly, there was not enough time. Secondly, although mole removal looked easy, it was actually not easy to do. After all, it was on the human face and one could end up with bad consequences if one was not careful. Thirdly, many doctors in the clinic were hired and many of them left after working for just three or three years.

The clinic must be on guard against these people. Even if the virus is transmitted, it should be passed on to family members or those who have worked in the clinic for a long time.

This concept is somewhat different from the modern one. Safety is not important, but the master has his own principles. If others can do it, you may have nothing to do.

"Okay, you arrange the time. Starting from tomorrow, two a day, no more. I can only go there for an hour in the afternoon. I will prepare the medicine in the evening and bring it over. I won't accept moles that are too big for now. We'll talk about it later."

"Yes, Master." Qingshi patted his head, "I almost forgot, there is a letter for you, from the capital."

Ping An took it and looked at it: "It's from Chu Feng. He scolded me for not telling him when I left. I clearly told him in the twelfth lunar month, but at that time I thought I was leaving after the fifteenth day."

This departure was really too hasty.

Forget it, I'll just write a letter to cheer them up. I can also write a letter to Wang Qing, Hao Ting and others to tell them I'm safe, and by the way, let Erqiang go to the city to buy some local specialties.

Ping'an told the matter to the old man and the eldest master that day, and estimated that he might not be able to have dinner at home in the next few days.

Master Wang sat up straight and said, "Ping An, can the mole really be removed? Will it not ruin the face?"

"Sir, my master and I have done this for many people in the capital. Big moles are more troublesome. There are some small pits, which will not be obvious after using scar removal medicine. Smaller ones are fine."

"Ping An, I have a close friend who has a mole under his eye, known as a crying mole. He really doesn't like it. It's neither big nor small. If it's okay, can I notify him to come and get it done?"

"Okay, you can tell him to come, either in the morning or during the lunch break. You can also call him at other times if you like."

Master Wang rolled his eyes at him and said, "There's only so much time in the day. Would it be worthy of you to come all the way here if you took up more time? Are you trying to take advantage of the situation?"

"Grandmaster, look, the master is scolding me again." The old man said that he didn't like him calling him old grandfather, so he changed it to grandmaster a few days ago.

The old man glared at his son and said, "It was you who asked Ping An to remove the mole, and it was you who scolded him for taking advantage of the situation. Ping An, I will not do this for his friend anymore."

The eldest lady laughed out loud.

The old man really loves this child to the core, it's a pity that he is engaged, otherwise he could marry his granddaughter to him.

"Dad, didn't I tell him not to use up his study time? He can just squeeze these things in. Okay, I'll ask him to come over at the beginning of the day on his day off."

Ping An nodded: "Okay, I'll ask Qing Shi to schedule the others in the afternoon."

Mole removal medicine can be prepared in advance, but its shelf life is not long. In spring and autumn, it can only be kept for half a month, or at most one month. This is not the case in summer, when it can last for three to five days at most. Therefore, it is impossible to make it into finished medicine and send it to major medical clinics.

Likewise, it will not be bought by other medical clinics for research.

After that, every other afternoon, Ping An went to the clinic to remove moles for two people. Each mole cost ten taels, which was not expensive. Some young masters saw that their faces looked more handsome without the annoying moles, and they were so happy that they would directly give fifty or sixty taels.

Ping An would not refuse such money. This year, the master also promised to find him a few more female doctors. Otherwise, what would Qingshi, Xiaochen and other young bachelors do? The older one was already eighteen or nineteen years old, and the younger one was fifteen or sixteen.

You need money to support people.

He not only removes moles for people, but also gives them three days of scar removal medicine afterwards. These medicines also cost money.

Soon, word spread and people from far away came to have their moles removed. Ping'an, Qingshi and Wu Jun were all very busy.

It's really annoying. These people who wanted to remove the moles specifically asked Ping An to do it himself, for fear that something might go wrong. He had no choice but to let Qingshi and the other two help him.

Mr. Wang’s friend came in mid-April. He was a very elegant man and a student of the old man. He is now Lord Bao, the Tongzhi of Yingtian Prefecture.

Ping'an then remembered that he had seen this person at Wang's house before. At that time, this person came to visit the old grandfather who was sick.

"Ping An, can the mole under Lord Bao's eye be removed?"

Ping An took a closer look and found that the mole was quite large and it completely destroyed the beauty of the entire face.

"Okay, the mole is a little big. You'll have to come to me for a few days to get medication. I'll use the right amount depending on the situation. The duration may vary from three to five days."

Lord Bao breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that you can remove them. It's good that you can remove them. My son also has a few moles on his face, but they are in a better position than mine and are slightly smaller. If possible, we can remove them as well. However, he is not in Yingtian City. I will send someone to call him."

"Yes, sir, until May. I shall be leaving at the beginning of June."

Master Wang sighed.

The boy will be leaving in a month and a half, and his old father and the couple will be reluctant to let him go. The boy is so well-behaved, accompanying his father for morning exercises every day and taking walks in the evening. These days, he also personally prepares medicinal meals for the whole family.

That’s so thoughtful.

My father can’t bear to think of this now.

He is already in his seventies and has undergone major surgery. It is unknown how long he can live. Now that Xiao Ping'an is gone, we may not see each other again.

Ping An immediately prepared a mole removal procedure for Lord Bao. A quarter of an hour later, Lord Bao felt a burning sensation on his face. The pain was not unbearable.

It took only half an hour, and after Ping An applied the medicine to him, the wound immediately felt cool.

"My Lord, you cannot wash your face for the next few days. You can only wipe it with a wrung-out damp cloth, and be careful not to touch the wound."

Master Wang saw that the original mole was obviously gone, and with a thin layer of ointment applied on it, the black color was no longer visible.

"Brother Bao, this makes you more handsome than me."

Bao Tongzhi laughed: "Are you ashamed? You are fifty years old, and you are still talking about being handsome or not?"

Having said that, he couldn't help laughing. If it really didn't matter, why would he remove the mole? Everyone has a desire for beauty, and it doesn't seem to have much to do with age.

He wanted to pay the money, but Ping An refused: "Sir, you are my master's friend, why do you need this? Just remember to come tomorrow."

Lord Bao took out the jade pendant from his arms and said, "You have to take this. I brought it to you as a gift."

When Ping'an heard him say this, he had no choice but to accept it respectfully.

"Thank you, Master Bao, for your peace."