Chapter 25 Zhou Xianming with a blue nose and a swollen face
"I'm back."
"You're back? The hot water is ready."
An Jing felt a little strange. In the past, Zhao Qingmei always greeted him warmly when he came back from a medical visit, but today he just responded in an understatement.
"Madam, I'm back."
An Jing walked to Zhao Qingmei with a smile, "It's really hard to be mending clothes so late."
"This shirt is torn. Let's get a new one."
"Then why does Madam need to sew?"
"The weather is getting cold, and many people in Qier Street in the south of the city can't put on their clothes."
"I see."
An Ding nodded and found that something seemed wrong with Zhao Qingmei.
"Madam, what's wrong with you? Is there something unhappy?"
Zhao Qingmei put down her clothes, raised her head and said with a smile: "No, husband, you'd better take a bath quickly, the smell of rouge is too strong."
Although she was still smiling, it made people feel a little distressed.
An Jing laughed twice guiltily, and immediately screamed in confusion that he had forgotten this.
"lady......"
"Go ahead."
Zhao Qingmei continued to lower her head and mended her clothes under the light.
After An Jing took a shower and washed up, Zhao Qingmei was already lying on the bed, her eyes lightly closed, and she seemed to have fallen asleep.
An Jing carefully lay down next to her, for fear of waking her up.
Soon, the sound of even breathing gradually began to sound.
Zhao Qingmei gently opened her eyes and looked at the man lying in front of her.
...........
No matter how dull An Jing was, he felt that his wife was angry at this moment.
Although she was still cooking medicinal porridge and drying medicinal herbs as always, she still talked to An Jing, with a bit of tenderness in her words.
This can't help but make An Jing quite distressed.
I guess I was discovered by my wife when I went to the boat. How should I explain it?
Could it be that you didn’t eat it secretly?
Will you believe it?
An Jing leaned against the door and kept stroking the little black boy with his palms.
"Tan Yun, what are you doing, madam?"
"I went to the south of the city early in the morning to donate clothes."
"Tan Yun, where did I put my Poria cocos?"
"Uncle, what are you doing with Poria?"
"It's okay, just asking."
"Tan Yun..."
"What's wrong?"
"fine."
"When your lady is angry, what does it look like?"
"No...I don't know."
Tan Yun seemed to have thought of something, and his body trembled.
As time passed, people came to grab medicine from time to time, and Anjing became busy.
It was noon in the blink of an eye.
"After you go back, remember not to eat spicy food anymore, and keep your diet mainly light. Boil this medicine for an hour, once in the morning and evening. Wait until ten days later. Come back and I will show it to you." Anjing packed the herbs in brown paper.
He ordered:
"Thank you so much, Dr. Xiaoan."
The woman took the herbs and thanked her profusely, then slowly left.
"It's raining, why hasn't Madam come back yet?"
An Jing walked to the door and frowned.
At this time, the drizzle was like silk, dripping on the ground, and the Yuzhou River was hazy.
Zhao Qingmei went out early in the morning and has been out for almost two hours. She has never been alone for such a long time without coming back.
"I am not sure as well."
Tan Yun also stuck out his little head and looked outside the house a few times.
"You look at the pharmacy, I'll go out and look for it."
An Jing's heart sank, he picked up the oil-paper umbrella on the shelf and walked outside.
"Where are you going?"
At this moment, Zhao Qingmei walked in from a distance carrying a vegetable basket.
An Jing saw Zhao Qingmei and said, "I see you haven't come back after being out for more than two hours..."
"Husband, don't worry."
Zhao Qingmei covered her mouth and smiled softly: "You are still afraid that something will happen to me, I will be fine."
"Of course I'm scared."
"Miss, you are back."
Tan Yun quickly stepped forward and took over the vegetable basket. Then he saw the white paper in Zhao Qingmei's hand and asked, "What is that in your hand?"
"It was distributed on the notice board. It seems that the masters of the Cao Gang want to challenge the mysterious swordsman."
Zhao Qingmei picked up the white paper and handed it to Tan Yun, smiling and saying: "I thought the painting was very interesting, so I took one back."
"Miss, show me."
Tan Yun took the blank piece of paper, and then burst out laughing, "The people from the Caobang actually used this method to challenge that peerless swordsman."
"Yeah, it's very interesting."
"I don't think anyone will call this swordsman a peerless swordsman in the future. He should be called the Pig-Headed Swordsman."
"Hahahahaha."
.........
"I'll take a look at something, too."
An Jing looked at the two people talking and laughing, and also raised his head.
"Tan Yun, you and I go cook."
Zhao Qingmei saw An Jing coming, handed the sheet of paper in her hand to An Jing, and walked towards the kitchen.
"yes."
Tan Yun stuck out his tongue at An Jing and followed him.
An Jing picked up the white paper on the table and took a look.
It turned out that the people in the Caogang wanted to challenge themselves, and they were searching everywhere for their whereabouts. Their words were harsh and somewhat provocative.
It seems that these slips of paper have been spread throughout Yuzhou City, and their purpose is to force themselves to show up.
"Too low-level."
An Jing looked at the white paper in his hand and shook his head. This kind of aggressive method can only be used against some fledgling boys.
As he spoke, he crumpled the paper sheet in his hand and threw it into the wastebasket.
"Xiao Nan wears clothes (Dr. Xiao An)..."
At this moment, a tightly wrapped man walked in furtively.
An Jing looked at the man and asked doubtfully: "Are you...?"
"I...I am Zhou Xianming."
The man opened the bamboo hat wrapped around himself, with a hint of crying in his voice.
Looking at Zhou Xianming in front of him, An Jing was stunned.
His nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and his face looked like a pig's head, as if he was a different person. Even though An Jing recognized Zhou Xianming, he still couldn't tell who he was from the outline, which showed the seriousness of the injury.
"You...what's wrong with you?" An Jing swallowed.
"I...I don't know. When I came out early in the morning, I was caught in a sack. Then the fist came to my head like a violent storm and beat me unconscious.
This is what I looked like when I woke up."
Zhou Xianming said, with tears still in his eyes, "Dr. Xiao An, the beating hurts me so much... wu wu wu..."
Without Zhou Xianming's explanation, An Jing knew from looking at his appearance that the beating would definitely hurt.
Who is so heartbroken!?
It seems that he has a lot of grievances with Zhou Xianming.
"Dr. Xiao An, tell me who I have provoked recently...why does God treat me so unfairly?"
The more Zhou Xianming talked, the angrier he felt in his heart. Thinking of his recent troubled life, the louder he cried.
"do not Cry."
An Jing patted Zhou Xianming's shoulder and sighed helplessly.
Logically speaking, who would have trouble with a poor scholar like him?
This old boy must have provoked someone. Could it be related to the gangster last night?
"Who!?"
Zhao Qingmei also came out of the backyard when she heard the crying.