It took a while before Song Yan went to see Zhang Juling.

Several old patients came to Dejitang temporarily. He was embarrassed to let someone wait for a long time, so he went to the clinic one by one and prescribed another prescription.

"San Young Master, are you asking me for trouble?"

Song Yan sat on the ring chair next to him.

Zhang Juling nodded and asked Shuming to pour tea for Song Yan.

"You diagnosed a fourteen-five-year-old girl in the afternoon. Can you still remember it?"

Zhang Juling asked him directly and reminded him again: "There are girls and a group of guards around."

Song Yan thought for a while and said, "...there is such a person."

Zhang Juling went to the bowl to take the hand and took it back, "Tell me carefully about her situation."

"…The Third Young Master asked, but it was not easy to say."

Song Yan frowned: "She is born with a weak disease. She must have been damaged during the womb. If she is well raised, she can live to middle age.

But catalytic agents were added to her body..." He paused. Things were very messy in the wealthy family and they were intrigued.

The girl's whole body is obviously noble.

When she told her about the condition, she admitted it very quickly, proving that she knew the condition.

Then why not treat it early?

"It's hard to say if you don't take good care of it."

Zhang Juling was drinking tea and had no extra actions.

He always had this temper, his heart became more and more angry, and his face became more gentle.

After his mother was tortured to death, he became like this.

Two candles were lit in the house, and it was so bright.

"The Third Young Master?"

Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Yan shouted.

Zhang Juling looked up at him and said lightly: "Can you cure it according to your medical skills?"

Song Yan stroked his beard: "I dare not say it, but it will always be good for her when healed it earlier."

The third young master is very attentive to other girls.

After hearing this, Zhang Juling was quiet for a while and said politely: "I'm sorry, I have nothing to do here, so you can go down and rest."

Song Yan nodded, and soon a friend helped him downstairs.

Zhang Juling rhythmically clasped the armrest of the ring chair with his left fingers, thinking about things.

Gu Han has never allowed him to interfere with the ginseng health pills, but he is simply worried that this incident happened in the inner courtyard of the Gu family and that his family's misfortune will not be exposed.

That also shows that she probably knew who was behind the scenes and wanted to solve the problem with her own strength.

When he came from Jingzhou, Gu Lin took him to Gu's mansion and treated him with courtesy.

He shouldn't have participated in the fight in the Gu family's back house, but Gu Han's body could not wait any longer.

If you want to make a break as soon as possible, the true face of ginseng health pills must be announced to the public.

Zhang Juling made up his mind, got up and walked to the window, clapping his hands.

A man in Cheng Ziyi immediately walked out of the darkness, about thirty years old, knelt down and bowed: "I would like to pay my respects to my master."

Shuming kept standing in the house to serve him. Seeing this, he immediately closed the door and retreated.

"Get up."

Zhang Juling waved his hand, "Ma Liang, please help me do something."

He was a dead soldier he secretly cultivated, and he was the only one who could hear him.

"You said."

"... I thoroughly investigate the two doctors in the Gu family in Daxing, especially the ginseng health pills, and I want all the related people or things."

Zhang Juling smiled and said, "I only give you one day."

Ma Liang bowed and bowed: "Don't worry, my subordinates will do it."

The night outside is as dark as paint, without any light.
Chapter completed!