Hearing He Sheng's words, Cui Jinhe's face suddenly became particularly wonderful.

Not only does this little brat have to take 260 points of merit from himself every month, but now heals people's injuries, he actually wants extra merit, which is extremely excessive!

"Little bastard, if you want to say that! Then I have to settle the score with you!" Cui Jinhe cursed: "You want me to have 260 points of merit every month. I ask you, where do you want me to earn these merits?"

"This is your business." He Sheng looked at the old guy speechlessly.

There are only four people in the Medical Hall, and it is definitely not a problem to earn thousands of merits every month.

He Sheng discovered a few days ago that the work in the Medical Hall was very easy. After all, the people in the entire village were ninth-level celestial masters. They were occasionally infected with wind and cold and they would be cured in two days. As for external injuries, there was no need to treat them. Their true qi could stop bleeding unless they were like the seriously injured person who came today.

Anyway, according to He Sheng's observation, most of the people who came to the Medical Hall these two days have come to get medicine, and the people who have been caught are abortion pills.

In addition, men also take some medicines to strengthen their bodies or conditioning treatments.

There are very few people who actually see a doctor.

Of course, this does not mean that the ninth-level celestial master will not get sick. For example, yesterday, there was a woman with stomachache. She couldn't stand the pain anymore. She came to the medical hall to grab a pair of medicine. Cui Jinhe rubbed the woman's stomach a few times and took the woman's fifty points of merit.

Anyway, if He Sheng was this woman, he would not run to the medical hall again, even if it was a stomachache, he would not run to the medical hall again.

A pair of medicine can only make fifty achievements, which is too deceptive.

"Boy, do you really think that my medical hall has no rules, right?" Cui Jinhe suddenly became a little angry.

This kid, relying on his medical skills, dared to make rashes in front of him. He is really seeking death!

boom!

The majestic true energy hit He Sheng, and He Sheng was almost rushed to the ground by this surging true energy.

He raised his head and looked at Cui Jinhe again, and He Sheng's eyes changed.

Could this old man still have to do something to himself?

"Boy, remember it for me clearly. The meritorious service of 260 points per month is your monthly money. I promised you, and you won't lose a slight amount of you! But when you treat people in my medical hall, all the expenses must be paid!" Cui Jinhe angrily scolded: "Also, you can do whatever you ask you to do. Do not blame the old man for being rude!"

"Of course, if you can't accept my rules, then you'll get out now!"

After saying this, Cui Jinhe walked into the room without looking back.

"Remember, the work I gave you today must be done, and you must not leave if you can't finish it!"

He Sheng couldn't help but curl his lips. This old man Cui is so fierce when he gets angry?

It seems that I really regarded this old man as a sick cat before.

However, this old man was right. It was really a bit too much to take his merits like this.

It seems that I can only slowly accumulate my merits like other people in the village.

In the next few days, He Sheng was busy. He made a fuss in Tielang's shop in the morning, and in the afternoon he went to the medical hall and was ordered by Cui Jinhe. Zhan Tang sent the needle back, but Cui Jinhe did not speak to He Sheng to learn acupuncture.

Su Xiang's usual life is also very simple. She followed other elder sisters, aunts, grandmas and other people in the village. She ran around the whole mountain, knitting sweaters and weaving baskets, and she also became perfect. However, her jade hands had a calluse, and He Sheng felt distressed for a long time.

That afternoon, He Sheng poured manure for herbs in the medical hall. Cui Jinhe sat on the rocking chair beside him, drinking tea and basking in the sun. He worked for an hour, and the work in his hands was over. He Sheng sat aside and rested for a while.

Cui Jinhe glanced at He Sheng with a slanted eye, as if he was muttering something in his mouth.

Since yelling He Sheng a few days ago, Cui Jinhe has not taken the initiative to pay attention to this kid.

In Cui Jinhe's opinion, this arrogant boy would definitely not be able to bear to vent his anger on his head and would leave the medical hall.

But what Cui Jinhe didn't expect was that this kid was very capable. These days, he started working hard when he arrived at the medical hall and did things carefully and seriously enough.

Of course, that mouth is so broken.

After hesitating for a while, Cui Jinhe suddenly shouted to He Sheng: "Boy, I'm thirsty and there's tea here."

He Sheng was stunned and looked at the teapot under Cui Jinhe's feet. He couldn't help swallowing.

"hey-hey."

After laughing dryly, He Sheng walked quickly towards Cui Jinhe.

He picked up the teapot and took a sip. He Sheng smacked his lips happily.

Cui Jinhe stared at He Sheng with a look of contempt.

"Boy, now the only two of us are left in the medical hall. Only your wife's injuries can only be treated in the future. Is there any objection?" Cui Jinhe asked He Sheng.

He Sheng was stunned, and then he realized that the medical hall was quiet today, and He Sheng had not seen the other two old men.

"Where is Mr. Wang and the others?" He Sheng asked.

"They quit. The two old men like to fish. Now they have gone to the back mountain to settle down." Cui Jinhe said.

He Sheng nodded thoughtfully: "Oh, then when will my wife treat her injury next time?"

"Logically speaking, it was treated for seven days and every day. The two old men couldn't stand it before, so they only treated for one day. Let's do it for seven times a quarter, and it's fine every few days." Cui Jinhe said.

He Sheng suddenly thought of something, and he asked, "Old Cui, let's treat my wife's injuries. How do you calculate the merits?"

"You will be deducted half a month of merit once," Cui Jinhe replied without thinking.

He Sheng's eyes were straight.

I have to treat seven times in three months in a quarter. So, I have to pay 130% of my merits every quarter?

Is this too crap?

"What? Not happy?" Cui Jinhe sneered: "Okay, then you go find someone else. I want to see which fool in the village is willing to accept only one hundred and three meritorious deeds and heal your wife's injuries."

He Sheng curled his lips and immediately stopped talking.

Cui Jinhe's fearlessness is not without reason.

The people in this village are all cultivators and ninth-level heavenly masters.

Some people may consume their cultivation for merit, but compared with the one hundred and three merits, there are not many things at all!

Therefore, it is really hard for He Sheng to find someone to treat him with him after spending such a little contribution.

Moreover, only Cui Jinhe is proficient in treating Su Xiang's injuries.

"I didn't say I was unhappy, so let's do it. I don't have to give me merits in the future. I'll bring her twice a month. In a quarter, I'll pay you one hundred and three merits." He Sheng answered.

"Haha, you kid knows the truth!" Cui Jinhe sneered.

This kid cares a lot about his wife. Whenever he talks about merit, he changes his face. When talking about his wife, he is not vague at all.
Chapter completed!