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After the light snow, the weather cleared up, and the Wende Bridge surrounded by white walls and blue tiles was filled with many beautifully dressed young ladies and ladies.

The people who live here are all high-ranking officials, and most of the women's families look the same. Coupled with the carefully built streets and mansions, the scenery is very pleasing to the eye.

Ye Jingtang dressed up as an ordinary martial artist and walked slowly along the street. He was still admiring the beautiful scenery on the street. However, after walking a few steps, he found several noble ladies who were hanging out together and cast interested glances at them.

He could only change his gaze.

Master Xuanji did not take off her curtain hat, but found that the Night Terror Hall was showing an otherworldly appearance, and joked:

"What are you hiding from? There are many noble ladies living alone in Wende Bridge, and they are very relaxed. As long as you go up and say hello, you might be served by three or five beauties tonight, and you will be given money in the morning. Why don't you go and try?"

Although Ye Jingtang endured hardships and endured hardships, he still did not dare to earn such hard-earned money that would cost his life. He raised his hand slightly and said:

"Shh, don't talk nonsense, or you may ruin a woman's reputation."

"It's just you and me, and no one can hear you."

Master Xuanji came a little closer and continued: "Is it possible that the master is here and I feel embarrassed to talk to you?"

Ye Jingtang shook his head helplessly and did not answer. He looked up at Fan Ji Tailor Shop in the center of the street.

The Fan family has many shops outside, but they are all run by apprentices. The main family does not do open business, and there is no store in Wende Bridge. From a distance, it is just a house. The ladies of the prince's family usually come to the door.

Made to measure.

The weather is good today. There are quite a few ladies and ladies who come to Fan's house to order winter clothes. The door is full of cars and sedans. Some young ladies whose family background is not prominent enough even have to wait in line outside.

When Ye Jingtang saw a lot of young girls and women chatting and laughing happily, he felt a little stressed and asked:

"Shall I go in with Fairy Lu?"

Master Xuanji wanted to let Ye Jingtang help with the selection, but as the emperor's master, he took his apprentice son-in-law to buy underwear. It might not sound good if it spread out, so he said very considerately:

"I'll choose it myself, and you can go and buy some medicinal materials for Qinghe."

Ye Jingtang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, took out the banknote from his sleeve and put it in the hand of Master Xuanji:

"You take your time and choose, then I'll wait for you outside."

Master Xuanji agreed to let Ye Jingtang pay for the new ones, so he was naturally not polite. He collected the banknotes, told the needed medicinal materials, and then turned around and went to Fan's house.

Ye Jingtang watched from the spot. When the beautiful figure in white disappeared from sight, he shook his head and smiled, then turned back and entered the Wang Family Medical Center on the same street.

There are quite a few people wandering around on the street, but in a place like the medical clinic, the business is obviously not affected by the weather, so not many people come to the door.

At noon, the warm sunshine shines in through the doors and windows, leaving mottled light and shadow in the door of the medical hall; several apprentices are pounding medicine in the backyard, making a soft sound of "dong dong dong~", making the hall filled with the fragrance of medicine even more quiet.

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Mrs. Wang, dressed in winter clothes, was leaning on the counter in front of the Baizi cabinet. Instead of shaking the folding fan, she was holding a small incense burner and was listening carefully to the patient's soft complaints:

"In the first two years after we got married, he would buy jewelry to coax me even if I didn't give it to him. But now, I buy toys, calligraphy and paintings to coax him, but he pretends to be stupid and doesn't touch me once every half a month..."

"Did you stay silent, close your eyes, and do nothing when you consummated your marriage?"

"Well... I am a daughter, what else can I do?"

"Oh~ I'll teach you. You can go to Fan's shop later..."

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I was strolling in the Ye Jing Hall, and when I walked to the door and heard this chat, I suddenly realized that my pure and lovely Luo Nuxia was actually led astray by Mrs. Wang...

Thinking of this, Ye Jingtang couldn't help but show admiration in his eyes.

The admiration is not to thank Mrs. Wang for bringing up Wai Ning'er, but to the young ladies from scholarly families. Most of them are unaware of their interests and are too shy to ask outsiders. As an official, the husband is not allowed to mention these fancy tricks. Once the novelty wears off, the couple will naturally

Became a stranger.

As a doctor, Mrs. Wang carefully guided these unattractive things. It seemed that she was not doing her job properly and did not cure the disease, but invisibly, she continued the relationship of many couples and cut off the incurable disease of "disease originating from the heart" in advance.

For Ye Jingtang, isn't it just that 'a good fighter does not have great achievements, and a good doctor does not have a brilliant name'?

Ye Jingtang stopped in front of the door, not wanting to disturb the young woman who came to seek medical advice from Mrs. Wang.

But the man suddenly appeared at the door. Mrs. Wang stopped talking and her eyes lit up. The young woman looked back, her face turned red, and she left the hospital through the side door with a few bags of medicine.

The night terror hall disturbed someone's medical practice. I was embarrassed, so I walked in and said:

"Mrs. Wang."

When Mrs. Wang faced the male patient, her demeanor was much more serious. She put down the incense burner and bowed with a smile on her face:

"The Duke of the State of the Kingdom is coming at night, but I am missing to welcome you from afar..."

"Oh, Mrs. Wang is too polite. If you don't mind, just call me Young Hero as before."

"Haha~"

Mrs. Wang did not expect Ye Jingtang to come over. She looked up and down first, and then asked:

"I heard that Mr. Ye was injured when he went out, but he came to visit Dr. Wang?"

Ye Jingtang came to the counter, shook his head and said: "The injury is not serious. He has basically recovered. I don't want to trouble Dr. Wang to make a fuss. I came here to buy some medicinal materials and take them home to prepare."

Because there were about thirty kinds of medicinal materials to be purchased, it was difficult to memorize them orally, so Ye Jingtang took the writing paper and pen from the counter and wrote down what was needed.

Mrs. Wang waited nearby, also observing Ye Jingtang's complexion, and asked after thinking about it:

"I haven't seen Miss Ning'er for more than two months. Is she not in the capital?"

"Yes, I went to Jiangzhou with my close friend to visit relatives. I should be back before the end of the year."

"Oh... Mr. Ye's body is unusual and needs regular conditioning. Miss Ning'er is gone. Isn't it just Miss Pei's third daughter who is waiting for you?"

"..."

Ye Jingtang opened his mouth. It was not easy to respond to these words, but he couldn't hide it from the doctor. Thinking about it, he could only laugh and said:

"There is a doctor by my side who is always keeping an eye on me, so there are no problems at the moment."

Ye Jingtang looks cold and upright, and acts decisively and strictly adheres to the right path. If he is not a girl he is particularly close to, his first impression will definitely be that of a cold and arrogant gentleman who behaves steadily and does not value women and money.

Mrs. Wang looked at it for a moment, a little worried that Sanniang was not sensible and did not take the initiative to ask for the night terror hall, which caused her body to not recover properly.

But as a woman, it is difficult to tell this fact to men.

Mrs. Wang was thinking about whether she should inform Prince Jing and let Prince Jing deliver it on his behalf. Suddenly, on the street outside the hospital, there was the sound of drums, from far to near:

Gulu gulu~

"Miss, it seems to be right here."

"Xinglin Saint Hand...that's a good word..."

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Ye Jingtang's ears twitched slightly, and he didn't think it was like the sound of wheels, so he stopped writing and looked back.

The sun was warm outside the door, and I could see two maids from a wealthy family passing by, talking and whispering on the roadside, looking to the left side of the hospital.

Soon after, two shadows, one tall and one short, appeared on the window and quickly moved to the door.

Behind her is a slender maid, wearing a double bun, an aqua winter skirt, and a skirt-pressed jade hanging around her waist. She looks more noble than ordinary ladies.

The maid is pushing a wheelchair with both hands. Although it is made of wood, the wood and workmanship are not ordinary. It is also carved with landscape patterns, and the backrest of the seat is covered with white mink velvet. The overall look is stable and comfortable.

The lady sitting on the wheelchair looks like she is seventeen or eighteen at most. She is wearing a dark purple skirt, which is still a gradient color. Her upper body is pure white, and the color of the skirt gradually darkens to dark purple. It is embellished with auspicious cloud patterns. She looks like a girl.

The ink painting is very beautiful but not overt, very elegant.

The lady looks like she comes from a scholarly family, with a strong bookish air, her eyebrows are like light paintings of distant mountains, her lips are like crimson beads, her long black hair is only tied diagonally behind her head with a wooden hairpin, and the rest is draped on her back. At first glance,

It's not stunning, but if you look closely, it's like a cup of tea. The bookish charm in your bones makes people more and more addicted to it, and even makes you feel ashamed.

Ye Jingtang looked back and looked at the wheelchair he was sitting on. Since it was not easy to have too much eye contact with women, he put down his pen, walked to the right side of the hall, and took care of the various old things put out for purchase.

Wild ginseng:

"Mrs. Wang, please hurry up. I'm not in a hurry."

Mrs. Wang must have good eyesight. With just one glance, she could tell that the girl outside the door was not from Wendeqiao, but her background was definitely not bad. She walked out of the counter immediately and asked with concern in her eyes:

"What happened to the girl's legs?"

The young lady outside the door, with impeccable manners, slowly stood up from her wheelchair, stood upright like a normal person, and then gave a slight salute:

"The little girl Hua Qingzhi is from the north. She practiced martial arts when she was young. When she was learning martial arts, something went wrong and she injured her muscles and bones. She visited countless famous experts and they all suggested that the little girl come to Yun'an to visit Dr. Wang, so..."

When Mrs. Wang heard this, her heart skipped a beat.

Doctors outside will most likely recommend a more powerful famous doctor if the disease cannot be cured, and the most famous doctor in the world is Mrs. Wang. All the famous doctors will directly recommend this. It can only be said to be an incurable disease.

The old doctor Wang didn't know any magical skills either. If there was a cure, he would be able to cure it. If there was no cure, there was nothing he could do. In the end, he basically suggested that he go to the various tribes in the West Sea and let those old witch doctors become living doctors.

When Mrs. Wang saw such a beautiful girl who had caused such a catastrophe at such a young age, she naturally felt pity. She first held her wrist and checked her pulse, and found that her body's Qi pulse was blocked.

Wu Fu's Qi pulse was interrupted, but he could still rely on the Snow Lake Flower to renew it, but the young lady in front of him had her Qi pulse completely messed up and even blocked. Mrs. Wang had never seen such a condition in her entire life.

Mrs. Wang frowned, seeing how difficult it was for the girl to stand upright, so she held her arms to help her sit down, and then pushed the wheelchair up the specially built ramp on the side of the steps:

"This situation is really troublesome, and I don't want to talk nonsense. It's cold outside, so go in and sit down first. I'll ask Dr. Wang to check on you later."
To be continued...