Chapter 169: The Character Design Completely Collapsed
Mingruo took off her surgical clothes outside and her shoulders slumped when she walked out of the operating room. As soon as she exhaled a breath, Mrs. Zhu and Mr. Zhu came over.
"Doctor Ming." Mr. Zhu stepped forward and bowed, "How is my brother-in-law?"
"The operation was successful. After observing him in the operating room for an hour, you can go to the ward to see him." Mingruo explained the condition to his family members.
"Okay, we'll wait." Mr. Zhu behaved very respectfully.
"Master Shi needs to stay in the medicine hall for seven days. You can leave one or two people to take care of him." Mingruo said to Nan Xing, "Take Mrs. Zhu to see the ward, and then go to have a meal. After dinner, you can take over from your master.
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"Yes, Master." Nan Xing led Mrs. Zhu and Mr. Zhu to see the ward.
Mingruo looked up at the blue sky, tilted his head and said to Si Haochen, "Master Wang, let's go eat wontons."
"My surname is not Wang." Si Haochen still maintained his icy face.
"Are you talking about tongue twisters?" Mingruo said seriously, "Lu Xiaolu's family raised red carp, green carp and donkey. Li Xiaoli's family raised red donkey, green donkey and carp."
Si Haochen was shocked. There was such a convoluted tongue twister in the world: "Is this how you learned to be so sharp?"
"Clear speech mainly relies on brains, and words are only an auxiliary." Mingruo grabbed Si Haochen's sleeves, "Hurry up, I'm hungry."
Si Haochen directly started Qinggong and took Mingruo back to the back house: "Is this fast enough?"
Mingruo rolled his eyes - that's not what I meant.
"Dong...Dongjia..." Aunt Zhao saw a masked young man holding Dongjia's waist, his whole body messy in the wind.
"Ahem, let's set the food." Mingruo ordered calmly.
"Yes." Aunt Zhao turned around and went into the kitchen to make wontons.
Steaming chicken soup wontons were quickly cooked, along with four plates of side dishes - cold tofu, cold bean sprouts, cold shredded radish, and a plate of kimchi.
"It's quite rich." Ming Ruo smiled and said to Si Haochen, "Young Master Wang, don't be polite."
"You are the only one who is naughty." Si Haochen lowered his head and ate.
Ming Ruo was really hungry. There was not even soup left in the bowl of wontons. After the two of them finished eating, Aunt Zhao came to clear away the bowls and chopsticks.
"The wontons are delicious and the kimchi is crisp and refreshing." Mingruo praised Aunt Zhao's cooking skills.
"Just eat it if you like, boss. This is stuffed with pure meat. When spring comes, I'll give you a try stuffed with shepherd's purse."
"Okay." Since she grew up with her grandparents, Mingruo also likes to eat all kinds of wild vegetables.
Ming Ruo was just about to go to the bedroom to rest for a while when he saw Lao Shen coming in with a two-foot-square wooden box: "Master, this is the money you earned in the medicine hall after accounting. Eight hundred taels are in pieces.
The silver is for your daily use, and the rest has been exchanged for you in silver notes."
"Okay." Ming Ruo felt more and more that this old apprentice was considerate, "Do you want to leave the working capital for the medicine hall to purchase goods?"
"Keep it." Shen Cong nodded, "Mrs. Zhu asked how much Mr. Shi's surgery cost..."
"How is Mr. Shi's family situation?" Although Mingruo has been here for more than half a year, he is still not sure about the prices.
"Although the Shi family's business is not as big as the Zhu family's, it is still somewhat famous in the imperial capital." Shen Cong replied.
"Then I want one thousand taels. It shouldn't be too much, right?"
"For the Shi family, one thousand taels is not much." Shen Cong answered affirmatively.
"Then it will be decided that for ordinary surgeries, rich people will be given one thousand taels, and those who are generally rich will be given one hundred taels. Those who really don't have the money..." Ming Ruo said proudly, "Just give me whatever you want, it's not worth it anyway. Point them at them and make money."
"Ah, I'm afraid it won't be good if this spreads out..." Shen Cong was a little embarrassed.
Mingruo found that his old apprentice was quite honest: "It's good that you have an idea of the price. To the outside world, of course, they say that the consultation fee will be based on the severity of the condition."
"Okay." Shen Cong nodded repeatedly. The master's brain is so stupid that he might have been supported by a god.
"How is Mr. Shi's situation?" Mingruo decided to get down to business.
"Everything is stable."
"Anti-inflammatory medicine should be taken every three hours according to the dose. After three days, if there is no fever and the incision is well healed, take it every four hours." Mingruo counted on his fingers, "If the recovery is good, it can be removed at fourteen. The line is over..." Mingruo looked at Si Haochen, "When will the banquet in the mansion end?"
"Shen Shi." Si Haochen replied, she is the mistress of the palace, if she dares to run away, hum.
"It will definitely be too late." Mingruo sighed, "If he wants me to review him, then wait until I come at fifteen. If he is discharged from the hospital at fourteen, you can remove his stitches."
"Apprentice noted it down." Shen Cong nodded repeatedly.
Mingruo felt a little guilty as he just acted as a shopkeeper. He took out a bottle of pills for nourishing blood and qi from his sleeve pocket: "This medicine can promote wound healing. Give him one pill every day."
Mingruo poured out five more Qiwei Pills: "This is the Qiwei Pill, I leave it to you as a treasure in the store."
"Master... you even have Qi Wei Dan..." Shen Cong's eyes almost popped out, "This is a tribute."
"Calm down." Mingruo was speechless.
"Apprentice, I will try my best..." The master is indeed a master, and he doesn't care about any good medicine. The previous Yi Ling Pill was exchanged for fifty Qing Ling Pills and 500,000 taels of silver. The master only took the silver. , the Qing Ling Pill was left to him as a treasure.
"You go and keep an eye on Mr. Shi first. I'll go over and see him in a moment." Ming Ruo couldn't look straight at him. The old apprentice looked as stupid as if he had taken rat poison.
"Yes." Shen Cong took two bottles of medicine and left happily.
Mingruo opened the wooden box, which contained more than half a box of broken silver. Mingruo picked up the top stack of banknotes and counted them. There were thirty thousand taels.
Si Haochen watched the princess count out one hundred taels of silver, wrap it in a piece of cloth, and put it in the closet. The rest was put away in the space.
"Since you are looking at the medical fee, how much medical fee should I give you, huh?" Si Haochen whispered in Mingruo's ear.
"You have a long-term meal ticket, so you don't have to pay for a separate consultation." After all, Mingruo has considered himself Si Haochen's family doctor for a long time. Although they are no longer a pure doctor-patient relationship, they are still pure childhood sweethearts. .
"What is a 'meal ticket'?" Si Haochen frowned slightly.
"It just includes food and accommodation..." Mingruo continued, "I don't care about your food and clothing. Well, the treatment is very good."
"You haven't said enough." Si Haochen chuckled.
"Oh..." Ming Ruo thought for a while, "Yes, they also send me 100 monthly prescriptions."
"That's not it." Si Haochen was leaning on the pillow of the Arhat bed, "I still care about warming the bed..."
"You...you..." Mingruo grabbed the cushion on his side and threw it at him. Your Highness, Prince Yun, has your character completely collapsed?
