Yan Wushuang walked into the open door of Zhang's house with a menacing look. Looking at the man in Taoist robes in front of him, he frowned.
But another voice came from behind: "Nonsense! The child is sick, not a doctor, but a Taoist priest!"
Yan Wushuang was a little surprised. How could such a reasonable person exist in this small town? He turned around, but his expression changed, because the person who came was none other than the most famous Feng Shui master in the town, and also someone he had paid special attention to. Fang Zhiyi understood.
Fang Zhiyi didn't look at him and walked straight past him into the yard.
The fake Taoist priest felt a little guilty when he saw Fang Zhiyi coming, but his voice was loud: "Friend Fang, Old Lady Zhang can't wait for you. We have always taken it as our mission to exorcise evil spirits. Are you jealous that I stole your limelight?"
Fang Zhiyi didn't waste any words and just stepped forward and kicked him. The fake Taoist didn't expect Fang Zhiyi to suddenly hit him. You know, Fang Zhiyi is an introverted person who never makes trouble. He was hit hard and almost fell into the well beside him.
"you!"
Fang Zhiyi shouted, "Get out! Where's the child?"
Old Mrs. Zhang was frightened by Fang Zhiyi's scolding and quickly pointed inside the house. Fang Zhiyi's sudden shouting startled everyone present. By the time Yan Wushuang remembered why he came, Fang Zhiyi had already entered the house, and he hurriedly followed.
Fang Zhiyi stood in front of the window, watching him coming. The Zhang couple felt like they had seen a savior and almost knelt down: "Master Fang, please save Xiaobao!"
Yan Wushuang, who followed closely, frowned. He was about to speak to show off Fang Zhiyi's prestige, but Fang Zhiyi spoke first: "Get up! Why are you kneeling for such a trivial matter?"
As he spoke, he reached out his hand to the child's forehead, pondered for a moment, and then placed his fingers on the child's pulse again.
Yan Wushuang was a little stunned. It seemed that the Feng Shui master in front of him was taking his pulse?
"How long has this been going on?"
"He went out to play yesterday, and when he came back he said he was tired and wanted to sleep, and then this happened today..." Zhang was about to cry.
Fang Zhiyi's face darkened. "Don't you know to find a doctor first? You actually found a charlatan first!"
Yan Wushuang was so confused by this that he didn't know what to say. "Brother, do you want to listen to what you are saying? Aren't you the biggest charlatan in Qingxi Town?"
But he watched Fang Zhiyi instruct the couple to prepare cold water and handkerchiefs, and then immediately write out a prescription. This really confused him: "You, don't write prescriptions blindly! How can you, a superstitious person, prescribe medicine?"
Fang Zhiyi glanced at him and asked, "Are you new here?"
Yan Wushuang nodded: "I am a police officer in this town..."
Fang Zhiyi interrupted him: "I have been following my master to identify herbs since I was 18 years old, and I memorized prescriptions at the age of 7. You question me?"
"But you..."
"Exorcising evil spirits and drawing talismans are another subject. Do you think it's easy to be a Taoist priest? Just like that liar outside?" Fang Zhi knew what he meant.
Yan Wushuang subconsciously looked towards the yard, where the Taoist priest was still cursing.
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