"good!"
"good"
………
Cheers rang out one after another, followed by thunderous applause.
The fight between Tang Qingxi and Liu Xiaohua was normal, but it made the onlookers around them excited. There was no such excitement in the world.
Tang Qingxi walked off the stage expressionlessly and looked at the other three people.
Zhao Siqi and Qian San were similar to Tang Qingxi. They fought fairly well, relying on their better-than-average physical fitness to hold on.
Sun Jiaojiao's performance was really exciting. The onlookers surrounded the stage tightly, and Tang Qingxi had to squeeze into the crowd with difficulty to watch.
The one who was fighting with Sun Jiaojiao was a master of light martial arts. He appeared in front of Sun Jiaojiao in a flash and attacked Sun Jiaojiao's shoulders with a pair of iron palms.
Sun Jiaojiao stood still like a mountain. She slapped the man with one palm. The man felt pain in his hands and was knocked several meters away.
The man was not discouraged. He leaped again and rushed in front of Sun Jiaojiao. His hands were as fast as lightning and he slapped Sun Jiaojiao in a ghostly manner.
Sun Jiaojiao remained motionless and quickly caught the incoming moves, using her speed to counter speed. The man couldn't hit Sun Jiaojiao, and Sun Jiaojiao couldn't defeat her opponent either.
A moment later, the man let out a long roar, suddenly jumped up, and jumped onto the fence. Sun Jiaojiao was about to chase him, but the man held out his hand to stop him: "Stop! Let me rest for a while."
Sun Jiaojiao stopped after hearing this.
The man sat down on the railing after seeing Sun Jiaojiao stop and complained, "What kind of magic are you guys in this supermarket practicing? None of you have any internal energy, yet you're incredibly strong. My arm must be swollen."
What could Sun Jiaojiao say? She couldn't say that we cultivate immortality and are not the same as martial artists. She could only say apologetically, "There's nothing we can do. This is the method we practice. I'll get you some medicine to reduce the swelling. You can touch it at night."
Hearing this, the man perked up and said, "I don't want medicine to reduce swelling. Give me a bottle of that hemostatic medicine you have in the supermarket. That stuff is too expensive. I really can't afford it."
"Did you know that a few days ago, someone in the city was stabbed in the stomach. The blood was pouring out and it looked like he was going to die. Then someone took the hemostatic medicine from your supermarket and sprayed it on him. The bleeding stopped immediately. And..."
Sun Jiaojiao looked at the man who was chattering non-stop and wanted to stuff a piece of cloth into his mouth. This opponent was indeed good, but he was too talkative. Sun Jiaojiao turned around and left.
"Hey! Don't go, listen to me..."
"I'll get you some medicine."
"Hurry up and give me more, it's my arm!" The man held his arm in a pretentious manner.
Sun Jiaojiao, who had her back to the stage, couldn't help but roll her eyes. This guy was simply possessed by a spirit of drama.
"Jiaojiao, here." Tang Qingxi called out from the audience.
Sun Jiaojiao walked over to Tang Qingxi, but before she could say anything, Tang Qingxi excitedly grabbed her arm and said, "Jiaojiao, your fight just now had the flavor of Jin Yong and Gu Long, but you still don't know how to fly. It would be more interesting if you could fly."
"You know what? The guy I fought was a kid. I couldn't beat him."
Sun Jiaojiao laughed a little. People who have not received professional training only know how to swing their fists in a fight and have no skills at all. It is already good enough that they can fight with these martial artists.
In fact, Tang Qingxi and the others' current physical fitness is not much different from mine. What they lack is actual combat experience.
Sun Jiaojiao could only comfort them, "Don't worry, there's not much difference between you and me. It's just that you three have never even fought before, so you seem weak. You'll be fine after fighting with more people."
"That's more like it, otherwise I think the immortals have been gone for a while."
Tang Qingxi felt relieved after hearing this. It’s just training, I’m not afraid of hardship.
"Let's go get some medicine! I also want to get some for the girl I fought with. I saw her secretly rubbing her arm."
As soon as Tang Qingxi and his companion walked into the supermarket, they saw an old man with a thick beard arguing with the foreman Liu Miao.
"What's wrong? Liu Miao."
Seeing Tang Qingxi, Liu Miao hurriedly said, "Miss, this is Doctor An from Ren'an Hall in the city. He wants to exchange a prescription for a hemostatic medicine. I said the prescription won't be exchanged, but Doctor An didn't believe me."
The recipe for the hemostatic potion cannot be changed. The recipe for the hemostatic potion uses a scientific formula given to the people of this world, and these people cannot produce it, but the recipe cannot be let go.
After thinking for a while, Tang Qingxi asked Doctor An: "What is your prescription?"
Doctor An snorted in annoyance and said proudly, "This prescription of mine is a ancestral prescription for treating rheumatism. No matter what kind of rheumatism you have, use three plasters of my medicine and I guarantee that the disease will be cured. I will definitely be able to use your hemostatic prescription instead."
Tang Qingxi looked at Liu Miao.
Liu Miao nodded and whispered in Tang Qingxi's ear, "The doctor at Anrentang isn't very good at medicine, but they rely on that rheumatism plaster, which is very effective."
After hearing what Liu Miao said, Tang Qingxi wanted this recipe even more.
Rheumatism may not seem like a big deal at first, but when it does it's painful it's unbearable. Sometimes you can't even get out of bed.
Neither traditional Chinese medicine nor Western medicine has ever had a good treatment method. If the plaster can really be effective after three applications, it is worth buying.
Tang Qingxi said with some regret, "The raw material for this hemostatic potion is a plant that is extremely difficult to cultivate. No one else can grow it except our supermarket. Selling you the formula is useless."
"Why don't you just take the prescription and exchange it for medicine? We have medicines for fever, exogenous toxins, asthma, and many more. Would you like to take a look?"
Heat syndrome is fever, exogenous toxic evil is inflammation, and asthma did not have good treatments in ancient times, so Tang Qingxi wanted to use these medicines to change the prescription.
"Fever, exogenous toxins, asthma..." Doctor An muttered these symptoms after hearing what Tang Qingxi said, and it was obvious that he was already concerned.
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