Five years later.
Although it was already March, there was a sudden cold snap and even a thin layer of snow. It was so cold that people were shivering.
In this kind of weather, it is not suitable to go out. But today, the capital of Dajing is particularly lively.
The huge Chang'an Avenue was almost packed at this moment.
At this moment, a burst of exclamations suddenly broke out in front of the Pagoda Pavilion on Chang'an Street.
"I got the 'Medical Card' from Futu Pavilion!!"
The middle-aged man who ran out of the pagoda pavilion had a purple face and looked crazy because of excessive surprise and excitement.
The people around me had all kinds of expressions, including jealousy, disappointment, envy, and resentment.
A year ago, a miraculous doctor from Futu Pavilion who could revive the dead and turn bones into flesh and snatch people from the King of Hell appeared.
The Futu Pavilion has a rule for the divine doctor to treat illnesses. On the first day of every three months, the pavilion is open for one day. Anyone can line up and choose a number plate at will. Then enter the pavilion and open the small drawer corresponding to the number plate. If you open the drawer and are lucky enough to find the word "cure" written inside, you will get a special medical plate of the Futu Pavilion.
As long as you bring this medical card to the door, no matter when, where or who you are, you can get treatment from the Futu Pavilion's miracle doctor!
Although there is only one vacancy every three months.
But what if you're lucky?
You should know that Futu Pavilion has a rule that as long as you show Futu Pavilion's special medical card, no matter your social status, even if you have no money, you can still get free treatment!
This gives hope to some ordinary people who cannot afford medical treatment!
There are many rich people in Kyoto. When people have money and power, they care more about life and death and health, and want to live to be a hundred years old and become old cuckolds.
Today was the first day of the lunar month, which happened every three months. There was a chance to get a doctor's card from the Buddha Pavilion. Many of the people in the queue were managers from wealthy families.
Naturally, there are also smart businessmen who see business opportunities.
Specializing in reselling Futu Pavilion medical brand!
But today he was disappointed. As soon as the man who got the medical card came out, some people surrounded him and tried to buy his medical card with various benefits. But this man was a filial son and asked for it for his seriously ill father, so he would not sell it even if he was worth ten thousand gold.
Seeing that there was no hope, some people became increasingly upset.
The medical skills of the Futu Pavilion's miracle doctor are good, but the rules of Futu Pavilion's treatment are too strict!
Those who were filled with resentment turned their gaze to the sign standing at the entrance of the pagoda.
This sign was not there when the pavilion opened on the first day of the new year three months ago.
There were only a few large characters written in charcoal on the sign.
——The surname Ling and the dog are incurable!
Someone named Ling, who didn't get a medical license, said angrily, "This is so insulting!"
In fact, those who came to line up for medical treatment today had already seen this sign. However, the rules of the Futu Pavilion Divine Doctor were very strict, and no one cared about adding a new rule. There was a man named Ling who had thought about getting a medical sign before, but he pretended not to see it.
Now that the opportunity once every three months is gone, it broke out.
But a surname is a minority after all, and most people don’t care about it.
The person next to him casually said, "Maybe someone named Ling has offended the miracle doctor?"
"Ha, who would know? Forget about that, there's not even anyone who knows this miracle doctor!" another person interjected.
"What about those who were fortunate enough to be healed by God? Don't you know him either?" someone asked.
"Oh, don't even mention knowing him. So far, no one knows whether the miracle doctor is a man or a woman, old or young! Do you think no one has asked those who have been cured by him? Every time they ask, they get something different!"
"I've heard about that, too. This miracle doctor only sees patients once every three months, and no one knows when he will see patients. And every time he goes to treat someone, his appearance, age, and gender change. So, you see, it's been a year, and everyone just calls him the miracle doctor, and no one has even heard of his name."
The brand is gone, so I just started gossiping.
There are also those who feel resentful because they cannot get a medical license every time.
"Hmph, I think it's just for fame. You brag a lot, but you only cured a few people of their minor illnesses. Bringing the dead back to life? Have you seen it? This kind of pretentious and noble person probably wants to make a name for himself and get the attention of the Imperial Hospital. After all, as long as you are a doctor, who doesn't want to work in a place like the Imperial Hospital where medical skills are top-notch? How can the status and position of a barefoot doctor be compared to it?"
"I agree with that! If you really have such great medical skills, why do you have to make a rule that you can only treat one person in three months? And you have to have a predestined relationship with him? Even those seriously ill people who were carried to the door of the pagoda were left to die without being saved? A doctor should have a kind heart, right?"
"That's right! How can you be a doctor if you are so cruel? You call him a miracle doctor? Bah! Bullshit miracle doctor!"
"Now that you mention it, it is indeed suspicious. It seems that this miracle doctor from Futu Pavilion suddenly appeared and became famous..."
When the discussion is heated and polarized.
The crisp sound of wind chimes was heard.
The rumbling sound of the carriage was like rain hitting the bluestone slabs of Chang'an Street. In the spring light, the reflection of a carriage with elegant lines passed slowly on the ground. The carriage was wrapped in expensive and exquisite silk on all sides, and the windows inlaid with gold and gems were covered by a curtain of light blue crepe, so that people outside the carriage could not see the passengers in such a gorgeous carriage.
There were several small copper bells hanging on the four corners of the carriage.
The sound of the wind chimes obviously came from here.
The driver of the carriage was an expressionless woman in white.
Suddenly, a lucky person whose family member had been cured by the miracle doctor exclaimed.
He exclaimed in surprise, "It's... it's the carriage of the Divine Doctor of Futu Pavilion!"
"Oh my god! The miracle doctor has appeared! This is the first time the miracle doctor has appeared in public!!"
There was an almost uncontrollable riot at the scene.
It's very lively outside.
The carriage was unaffected.
The miracle doctor they spoke of, Ling Jing, dressed in exotic men's clothing, no, ever since she crawled out of hell, she would no longer be Ling Jing!
But it’s Baili Feiyue!
Baili is the master's last name, Feiyue means blood-red moon. She will always remember the blood-red moon on the mass grave five years ago, and also remember the person who caused her to fall into such a situation!
He turned a deaf ear to the discussions of those outside the carriage and paid no attention to them.
Baili Feiyue looked down at her hands. They were white and smooth, with slender fingers. If one did not look at the shallow scars on her wrists which had faded a lot but would never be completely gone, everything would seem as beautiful as if nothing had happened.
However.
The tendons in his hands and feet were all severed, and he had thirty-nine scars all over his body.
The mother's whereabouts were unknown, and one of the children was kidnapped.
Nine died and one survived.
Oh, is it too much to hope that Baili Feiyue can be a kind-hearted person who specializes in saving lives and healing the wounded?
Everyone subconsciously made way for the carriage. When Baili Feiyue's carriage just stopped in front of the Futu Pavilion, a carriage coming from the other end of the street also stopped not far away.
Someone recognized the family crest on the carriage.
"It's the carriage from General Ling's mansion."
Suddenly, people around realized what was going on.
They all looked at the sign at the entrance of the Buddhist Pavilion that read "People with the surname Ling and dogs cannot be cured"...
Isn't the surname of General Ling also Ling? !
They all took a breath of cold air!
This has stirred up a hornet's nest!
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