Chapter 105 Injured
"If Mr. Qian wasn't kind and generous, I wouldn't be willing to sell the talisman to him," Pan Yun said, "We are mutually beneficial, do you understand?"

In her previous life, transactions were so convenient and with so many competitors, the talismans she drew were in short supply and her selling prices were always slightly higher than others.

How many shops wanted to establish supply and demand relationships with her but failed. In this era, the practice of martial arts is only in the hands of a very small number of people, and resources are even more scarce. At this time, she gave the talisman to Mr. Qian, which was equivalent to giving away a resource for free.

How could Mr. Qian not be happy?

Is exclusive good?
Pan Jun went to the Qian family with great confidence. He was not afraid at all. He was very confident and thick-skinned.

And the Qian family did welcome her.

Qian Dahong, in particular, when he heard the servant report that Pan Yun had arrived, he trotted out to greet her and ran into housekeeper Qian who was leading them in.

As soon as Pan Yun met him, he asked, "Where is Mr. Qian Shanren?"

Qian Dahong said with a smile: "Little Immortal, my father didn't know you were coming today. He went to Guangxin Prefecture to visit a friend yesterday. He may not be back for two days. It's the same if you have something to tell me."

Pan Yun asked with a smile: "Mr. Qian, have you sent out the talisman I gave you before?"

"It has been sent out, it has been sent out, relatives and friends are all very satisfied," Qian Dahong said, "So I am just thinking of asking the little immortal for some more talismans. You know, we have many relatives and friends in the Qian family..."

"I know, I know." Pan Yun sat down in the hall and took a sip of tea before asking, "How many talismans does Mr. Qian want to buy, and what kind of talismans do you want?"

Qian Dahong pondered and said, "It would be nice if I had thirty. I want fifteen amulets for peace and fifteen for wealth."

When Pan Jun heard this, he glanced at the purse on his waist and realized that no matter how big the purse was, it couldn't hold such a large stack of talismans, so he reached into his sleeve to take it out.

He pretended to rummage in his sleeves, but in fact he took out a handful of talismans from the spiritual realm.

She knew that when nothing specific happened, amulets for peace and wealth were the most popular amulets, so she drew these two types of amulets the most.

Only when I get tired of drawing will I draw something else to change my mood.

The handful of talismans she took out happened to be all amulets for peace and wealth.

I counted them and found there were thirty-two.

Pan Yun was very rigid and would never give an extra card, so he drew two and counted out fifteen for him.

Qian Dahong glanced at the two talismans in her hand, and thinking of the cash at home, he did not ask for all of them.

He took the talisman with a hesitant look on his face.

Pan Yun said, "Don't worry, this is my Pan Yun's signature. The effect of each talisman is the same. There is absolutely no water talisman."

Qian Dahong was relieved, and immediately clasped his fists in response, then asked in a low voice: "Does the little immortal have a talisman that can see the souls of the dead? Or does the immortal have to come to the scene in person to perform rituals and draw talismans every time he wants to see the souls of the dead?"

Finally, someone asked about this talisman. Pan Jun became excited, "Of course not. The reason why I drew the talisman on the spot was because I didn't prepare the Tianmu talisman in advance. In fact, we don't need a Taoist priest to be there. We can just stick a Tianmu talisman and close and open our eyes."

Qian Dahong immediately asked for the talisman, saying, "I have a friend whose beloved concubine died. He wants to see if the concubine has been reincarnated or is still with him."

"Is that so~" Pan Yun said meaningfully: "Okay, okay, but the Tianmu Talisman is different from other talismans, so its price is slightly higher."

"I wonder how much one costs?"

Pan Yun held up five fingers and said, "One for fifty taels."

Qian Dahong: ...This is not just slightly higher, it is more than twice as high. It can buy two and a half amulets.

But thinking of the person who was missing the talisman, Qian Dahong gritted his teeth and said, "Little Immortal, I'll ask for two Tianmu talismans."

Pan Yun had some in stock, all of which were drawn by Master Sun after some effort. Especially when he got tired of drawing talismans for peace and wealth, he would draw a couple from time to time in case he needed them in the future.

After all, using spiritual power to draw talismans out of thin air consumes a lot of spiritual power. It is better to be careful when going out.

Pan Yun took out two Tianmu talismans and gave them to him.

Qian Dahong took all the talismans and went to prepare the money.

Wang Cong stared at Pan Yun's sleeves in a daze, "Little Master, your sleeves are too full."

Pan Yun shook his sleeves and said, "Of course, I have two sleeves."

Wang Xiaojing only pricked up one ear and listened for a while. He was not interested in this at all, so he quickly shifted his attention to look at the Qian family's living room, especially the porcelain in the room.

He thought the two large floor-standing vases placed next to them were very beautiful, with nice colors, lustrous glaze, and even beautiful patterns on them.

He really wanted to get closer to take a look, but thinking that they were guests and had come with Pan Jun, he didn't want to do anything rude, so he didn't move.

But Pan Yun was a very smart person. She understood his thoughts at a glance and asked, "Do you like that big vase?"

Wang Xiaojing blushed and nodded, "When I was helping out at my master's house, I rarely saw such a big and beautiful bottle."

"If you want to see it, just look closer."

Pan Yun took him closer to have a look.

Wang Xiaojing saw that she was standing beside him and did not leave. The butler Qian who was standing next to him did not stop her. When he saw him looking over, he even smiled at him. He then felt relieved and took a closer look at the big vase.

After a while, Qian Dahong brought up three plates of silver.

It was the first time in Wang Xiaojing’s life that he saw so much money and he was completely stunned.

Pan Yun was also surprised, but she knew clearly how much money she would earn on this trip, so she was mentally prepared.

But she didn't expect Qian Dahong to give her so much cash.

Qian Dahong took out eight silver notes from his sleeve and said, "Little Immortal, this is four hundred taels of silver notes, plus these three plates of silver, a total of seven hundred taels, please count them."

Pan Yun took the banknote, pointed at it, and nodded, "No problem at all."

Wang Cong was a businessman after all, so he was relatively calm and a look of surprise flashed across his face.

He silently took the cloth bag handed to him by Butler Qian, collected the three plates of silver ingots one by one, and then handed them to Pan Yun.

Pan Yun pushed it back to him and said, "Hold it for me."

Pan Xiaohei also became nervous and meowed, "You sold too much. You shouldn't sell so many."

[Shut up, don't you understand that this opportunity is rare? The statues have been brought back. It may take a month for me to come to the county town next time. I don't have that much time.]

Pan Yun had a vague premonition in his heart, so he didn't stay in the Qian family any longer and just bowed and said goodbye.

Qian Dahong warmly persuaded him to stay, "Have dinner first and then go back. There is no rush."

"If we go back after dinner, we will have to climb the mountain after dark." Pan Jun insisted on leaving, so Qian Dahong had no choice but to see her off.

Pan Yun dropped Wang Xiaojing's hand, then lifted his chin and asked him to close his mouth. "Let's go, let's go home now."

Wang Cong came back to his senses and said, "Uncle Junior, let's go buy some meat. My junior brothers and sisters must be craving for it."

Pan Yun thought of Miaohe and nodded. The three of them drove the mule cart to the vegetable market.

There were mutton and pork on the meat stall, and Wang Cong chose pork.

Most of the pork in Yushan County has been castrated. It tastes good and grows meat quickly. Anyway, compared to mutton, people in Sanqing Mountain prefer pork.

Pan Yun made a lot of money today, so she was very generous. She waved her hand and said, "I'll pay."

She walked towards the meat stall. The butcher was chopping bones for someone. He chopped twice and was about to chop for the third time. He raised his hand and slashed the knife hard. Only the handle was left in his hand. The blade flew out with a whoosh. He screamed and pointed the handle at Pan Yun and shouted, "Get out of the way..."

"Meow——" Pan Xiaohei saw the big knife flying in the air, kicked his legs on her shoulders, and ran away first.

This cat is even worse than a couple. When faced with disaster, it runs away without hesitation for a second.

Pan Jun didn't move. Behind her was Wang Xiaojing, who was so weak that he couldn't even tie a chicken. How could she dare to hide?

She stared at the knife with her eyes wide open, an invisible protective energy enveloped her whole body, and at the same time she raised her hand to knock down the knife.

She felt that she would most likely not be able to bring the beast down, and sure enough, she used a lot of energy and clearly aimed at the blade, but when she struck, the blade tilted in the air, and she only touched the edge of the blade, without enough force to chop it down.

At the same time, Pan Yun slightly turned sideways and reached back to grab Wang Xiaojing.

Wang Cong also reacted quickly. He had seen Pan Yun's kung fu. After all, he had seen her sparring with his father and Fourth Uncle every day, so he was not worried about her.

But he had also seen how unlucky his father had been in the past, so he quickly reached out to rescue Wang Xiaojing.

As long as this kind of thing doesn't affect others, even if they get injured, it won't be serious.

Wang Xiaojing was quickly pulled behind Wang Cong. At the same time, the sharp bone-cutting knife fell after being hit by Pan Yun, but it still pierced through her body's protective energy, slashed through her sleeve, cut her arm, and then fell to the ground.

The butcher ran up to him, wanting to grab Pan Yun but not daring to. He could only worry, "Kid, what happened to you? Where are you hurt? Are you scared?"

The knife was very sharp and the cut was not big. Pan Jun could feel it and the wound was not deep.

After a moment of silence, bloodstains quickly appeared on the skin, and then blood rushed out of the bloodstains.

The butcher almost cried when he saw the blood. He was obviously a butcher with a fierce look on his face, but at this moment he looked as aggrieved as a three-year-old child.

He shouted at the house behind the butcher's stall, "Wife, wife, come out quick! I've cut someone!"

Pan Yun reached out and covered his arm, trying to slow the bleeding.

Wang Cong immediately stepped forward, quickly pulled open her sleeves, took out a bottle of medicine from her sleeves and sprinkled it on the meat, and asked the butcher, "Do you have any clean cotton or linen cloth?"

The butcher's wife rushed out with a knife in hand, shouting, "Who, who is causing trouble at our butcher's stall?"

The butcher stamped his feet and said, "What's the big deal? I was chopping bones and the knife flew and hit someone. Hurry up and find some clean linen and cotton cloth, and ask the kids to go find a doctor. Hurry up."

The butcher's wife realized that the victim was a child. Her eyes widened and she stamped her feet, saying, "You are asking for death. Hurry up and carry the child to the clinic. Why are you still looking for sackcloth at this time?"

The butcher shop owner thought the landlady was right, so he picked up Pan Yun and ran to the clinic.

The speed was so fast that Wang Cong couldn't react.

He hurried after it, then turned back and shouted to Wang Xiaojing, "Xiaojing, keep an eye on the mule cart!"

Wang Xiaojing quickly took the mule and turned back to chase after him.

People who came to buy vegetables, meat, and passers-by all followed to watch the fun.

This incident was really too strange. They had never seen such a coincidence in all these years.

This is so lively that you have to watch it.

The stall owner carried Pan Yun all the way to the clinic, and before he even entered the clinic, he was already shouting, "Doctor, doctor, help me, doctor——"

The doctor in the clinic was terrified, thinking something had happened, and rushed out to see what was happening. However, he was knocked away by the stall owner just as he reached the door.

doctor:……

The stall owner shouted: "Where's the doctor, where's the doctor..."

"Here it is, here it is," the doctor got up, his eyes sparkling, "what happened to the child?"

"She was hit by my machete,"

The shopkeeper standing at the counter couldn't help it and ran out immediately, "Where did you cut it? Put it back inside, quickly."

The stars in the doctor's eyes disappeared immediately, and he hurriedly held his waist and chased after him to take a look.

Wang Cong chased after him and said, "The wound is on the arm. It's not deep, but the knife is dirty. The wound needs to be cleaned. Do you have Atractylodes water at home? Strong liquor will also work."

You can tell from the sound of an expert.

The shopkeeper looked back and recognized him, "Wang Cong, this is..."

Only then did he realize that the child he put down was wearing a Taoist robe, and he understood what was going on.

Whether it was the doctor, the shopkeeper, or Wang Cong, their medical skills were all good and they could easily treat this injury on the arm.

There is no Atractylodes water, but there is strong liquor.

The doctor used strong liquor to wash off the powder and dirt on her wound, then reapplied hemostatic medicine and bandaged her arm with breathable linen.

Pan Yun looked carefully and felt relieved after making sure that the bleeding had stopped and there was no abnormal bleeding.

It seems that the rules only make her unlucky, but they won't make her unlucky all the time.

Pan Yun breathed a sigh of relief and did not regret keeping the money on himself. Since he was going to try, he might as well try a big one.

The owner of the clinic looked at Wang Cong and asked, "Will you prescribe medicine?"

Wang Cong shook his head, "No need."

"No!" The butcher's wife ran over breathlessly, holding the purse she had brought home tightly in her hand, and shouted, "How can you not prescribe medicine? It was our boss who got hurt, and we will pay for the medical expenses."

"Yes, yes, it's from our family." The butcher nodded repeatedly.

Wang Cong said, "No need, we have medicine at home."

"It's your family's business whether you have medicine or not, but we hurt someone and you have to give us medicine no matter what," the butcher's wife frowned at him, "Who are you to this child? I tell you, you can't refuse to treat her just because she's a girl. Even if you have to pay compensation, the money should be used for this child."

Wang Cong: "...I am her master's nephew. You two, we do have medicine at home, and it is better than what you can find outside. Ask the shopkeeper if the powder I just put on was the one I brought with me?"

The shopkeeper said, "Yes."

He said leisurely, "The golden wound medicine of Sanqing Temple is well-known far and wide. Wang Cong, I have bought medicine powder from your Sanqing Temple many times. Why do you all go to the medicine store over there to buy medicinal materials, and not come to my clinic? Is it because my medicine is expensive? Or is it that the medicinal materials in my clinic are not better than theirs?"

　The lucky number is the number ending in 1, as shown in the screenshot
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