Three days have passed since Cheng Jiaoniang's consultation, and Cheng Jiaoniang's yard was as crowded as ever.
A lady opened the curtain and came out, and others sitting in the room quickly stood up.
"How is it? Mrs. Cheng has prescribed medicine?" everyone asked hurriedly.
The lady shook her head, a little puzzled.
The people present looked at each other with confusion in their eyes.
"You won't prescribe medicine? What did you say?" asked a helper.
The lady shook her head again.
"It's like this again." Everyone said in confusion, "What, what does this mean?"
In the past few days, everyone has met Mrs. Cheng as they wished, and they have talked about their requests for medical treatment with full satisfaction. Whether it is about their sons, daughters, husbands or other relatives, Mrs. Cheng has listened quietly and asked them to explain in detail one by one.
Come, but listen carefully, but in the end say nothing.
If you don't prescribe medicine and don't talk about the symptoms, what kind of diagnosis is this? Are you just listening to their gossip?
Everyone present was a little anxious.
"Which lady still wants to ask?" the maid opened the curtain and came out and asked.
Seeing this maid, a lady stood up.
"I'll ask her," she said, making a calming gesture to everyone, "I'll ask her directly and see what she says."
Everyone nodded. In the past few days, everyone, on the one hand, Madam Cheng adheres to the etiquette, and on the other hand, they only regarded it as the rules of Madam Cheng's medical practice, so although they felt strange, no one asked any questions.
But it seems that it is impossible not to ask.
The lady entered the side room and saw a woman sitting in front of the desk who seemed to be reading a book. To be precise, a girl.
Sit down and salute each other.
"Let me know what the disease is and the age of the patient." Cheng Jiaoniang said directly.
The lady also knew the rules, so she started talking seriously. After she finished speaking, she saw that the woman's eyes were still looking at the book, and she didn't know whether she heard or not.
There was a moment of silence in the room.
"Have you finished speaking, madam?" the maid asked.
The lady nodded and looked at Cheng Jiaoniang.
Cheng Jiaoniang nodded slightly and saluted.
"Please, madam." The maid hurriedly stood up and led the way.
This time, the lady did not follow me out obediently, but sat up straight.
"Ms. Cheng," she asked, "how should my husband use the medicine?"
Cheng Jiaoniang raised her head and looked at her.
"I don't know," she said.
The lady was stunned and thought she had heard wrongly.
"Madam? What did the madam say?" she asked.
"I can't treat your husband's illness, so I don't know how to use medicine." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
What does this mean?
The lady's eyes widened with astonishment on her face.
After hearing the news, everyone from outside rushed in and surrounded Cheng Jiaoniang asking random questions. As expected, Cheng Jiaoniang all answered that she could not be cured.
"Madam, are you, are you, playing tricks on us these days?"
"Yes, yes, aren't you a miracle doctor?"
"Why can't you be cured? There's nothing unusual about these diseases?"
The room was filled with anxious questions.
Cheng Jiaoniang was still sitting quietly in front of her, slowly holding her book.
"This is the rule." The maid shouted, raising her voice to cover everyone's inquiries.
"Rules? Yes, your rule is not to go out to receive medical treatment. Here we are, what do you want from us?" Anyway, when I think of this, I think of waiting here anxiously these past few days.
One lady was so angry that she shouted.
"Yes, my wife has rules for treating diseases, don't you know?" The maid asked in surprise, "This is one of them."
The first one? And the second one?
Everyone was stunned for a moment and looked at each other.
"What is the second one?" someone asked.
The maid didn't say anything. Cheng Jiaoniang stood up and scanned the crowd with her big eyes under her eyebrows.
"No, people who are bound to die will not be treated," she said.
Everyone was stunned and immediately started an uproar.
People who are not destined to die should not be treated?
Are you kidding me?
Crazy?
The courtyard full of ladies poured into Mrs. Zhou's courtyard like a tide.
First, she came to visit out of curiosity, but was not able to see her, and came back disappointed. Then she suddenly said that she would be consulted, and her attitude was so good. She was very happy and came here in a lively manner. The woman also said that she only consulted five or six people a day.
Everyone waited anxiously and excitedly, but now they suddenly said that people who are not destined to die should not be cured!
In other words, these people have spent so many days in vain!
Disappointment, surprise, excitement, anxiety, and then disappointment, are you just kidding them?
The whole room was shaken. The ladies, who had always been very particular about their manners and manners, completely exploded after experiencing this ups and downs of emotions.
"...What do you mean?"
"...I call you Sister Zhou. Is there a sister-to-sister relationship?"
"...Kang Jiuniang, we have been friends since we were little. You...you have climbed the high branches of Mr. Chen's family now, and I am nothing in your eyes, right..."
"..Are there any bullies like you?"
Mrs. Zhou just took medicine to sleep. When she saw so many people rushing in, shouting and talking, her mind was confused.
What happened?
What happened?
It took a while to get the angry ladies to ask what was going on. Mrs. Zhou was completely stunned.
"Are you kidding..." She stood up and said.
"Yeah, are you kidding us? Chinese New Year is so fun, isn't it?" a lady asked angrily.
"What does this have to do with me?" Mrs. Zhou stretched out her hand to caress her chest.
"Isn't your daughter none of your business but ours?" the other lady immediately replied.
Look, look, this girl has a smile on her face, and she will be responsible for all the trouble.
Mrs. Zhou held her chest and coughed.
"She's not cured, why are you so anxious about me when you go find her?" she said angrily.
"Since there are rules, if you didn't make it clear earlier, you are deliberately watching our excitement!" the ladies also said angrily.
What are the rules? Mrs. Zhou's mind was buzzing, and she was even more confused after hearing it.
People who are not destined to die should not be treated?
"I don't know this," she said hurriedly.
However, the ladies who were full of anger at this moment would not listen.
"Anyway, you guys are so powerful. You have the final say in everything. We deserve to be left alone to play with you." The ladies said angrily, no longer listening to Mrs. Zhou's words, and walked away with their sleeves rolled up.
Mrs. Zhou stretched out her hand to stop him but didn't know which one to stop. She coughed and finally stretched out her hand to cover her chest.
"Call the master back quickly, we are in big trouble!" she shouted, falling down on the mat.
Accompanied by the carriages and horses speeding away in front of Zhou's house, this bold, arrogant and foolish statement quickly spread like a tide.
The first month of leisure is the time when most people move around. In the inner houses and concierges of various houses, all kinds of rumors spread faster and more widely than in the past.
Even though there were rumors of curing Chen Xianggong's father and meeting immortals, they could not offset the absurdity of this sentence.
What's more, there are more people seeing Cheng Jiao Niang now. She is obviously a young girl, and although she doesn't seem stupid, she is not clever either.
I have never studied medicine, how dare I say such a thing.
The common people, women and children can just hear about the magic of gods and spirits, and it’s just a fun thing to do. All clans, high officials and dignitaries respect ghosts and gods and stay away from them.
"Old Shaanzhou must be crazy if he wants to be famous!"
"Isn't it just that after curing one person, the Zhou family is so frivolous?"
"Speaking of which, I have been called Lao Shaanzhou for a long time. There has been no progress over the years. It's time to change my name. For example..."
"..For example, call me Old Silly Zhou?"
"...Hahahahahahaha..."
Mr. Zhou pushed the table in front of him with a swipe, and the servant girls inside and outside the room shrank their heads in silence.
Mrs. Zhou's increasingly violent cough could be heard in the room.
"I'm telling you, I'm telling you, you still don't believe it..." she shouted tremblingly, "She is sincerely trying to destroy our Zhou family! You can't do this in the capital!"
While talking, he urged the servant girl.
"Pack your things, pack your things, and leave immediately, back to Shaanzhou."
Naturally, the servants didn't dare to pack things, so they knelt on the ground and tried to persuade and coax.
"Does she still call this place her home?" Master Zhou shouted, kicking over the flower stand.
"Do you think she regards this place as her home?" Mrs. Zhou shouted from inside, coughing violently again, "She regards this place as her enemy!"
"Where's that bitch, tell her to come!" Master Zhou shouted, "call her to come."
A servant girl ran out in a hurry, and soon came back in a hurry.
"She, she, won't come," the servant woman said tremblingly.
This bitch!
Mr. Zhou fell back angrily, walked around the room, reached out and grabbed the sword hanging on the wall.
"What's the use of keeping such a scourge!" he shouted and rushed out.
The servants, women and girls in the house were so frightened that they knelt down and held their arms and legs to stop him.
Liu Lang kicked the door open, and the maid in the room was startled.
"Sixth Young Master." The maid immediately smiled and stood up, "I was just going to tell you that our wife is going out, please prepare the car."
Liu Lang, who was about to scold him with a sullen face, choked because of these words.
"Cheng Jiaoniang, come out!" Zhou Lang shouted, looking behind the tent.
Seeing Zhou Lang's expression, the maid who was originally smiling lowered her face and said nothing. However, she did not have the uneasy, worried, or even angry expression that other girls should have. Instead, she took a few steps back and stood beside the tent.
Behind the curtain, there was the sound of slight footsteps, and the maid stretched out her hand to lift the curtain.
Cheng Jiaoniang, who put on her usual plain robe and plain skirt, with her long hair hanging down, looked at Liu Lang.
"Are you crazy?" Zhou Lang shouted.
"No." Cheng Jiaoniang replied and stepped out.
"You're not crazy, why are you saying crazy things?" Zhou Lang said through gritted teeth, "Don't treat people who are not destined to die. What's the rule? You are making up random things and deliberately causing trouble. Can you come up with something convincing?"
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him, the corners of her mouth curved.
"Don't you know my rules?" she asked.
"How do I know? I'm not a fool!" Saturday Lang said with a sneer.
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him.
"Don't you have Banqin?" she said slowly.
The name Banqin suddenly appeared, and the maid beside her was slightly startled, and almost responded out of habit.
"Go and ask, Cheng Jiaoniang, if I am the kind of person who makes up random things and talks nonsense."
Without waiting for anyone to answer or ask, Cheng Jiaoniang continued, slowly stepping forward and looking at Liu Lang.
"Go and ask, Cheng Jiaoniang, if I always follow the rules."
"I, Cheng Jiaoniang, behave upright and stand upright. I don't go to the house for consultation, and I don't treat people who are not destined to die. If I say anything, I'm lying."
Cheng Jiaoniang said, already standing in front of Liu Lang.
The young man who has not yet fully grown has no advantage in his sight in front of the girl who is already pregnant.
"I'll be struck by thunder!" Cheng Jiaoniang said word by word.
With these words, there seemed to be thunder rolling past Zhou Lang's ears. He couldn't help but take a step back. When he reacted, a trace of shame and anger flashed across his tense face.
Cheng Jiaoniang had already turned around and walked away.
"Cheng Jiaoniang, aren't you afraid that things will get serious?" Zhou Lang shouted through gritted teeth.
Cheng Jiaoniang stopped, looked back at him, and curved the corners of her mouth.
This was the only expression this woman could have on her face, but Saturday Lang didn't feel the slightest bit of pleasure.
His face was stiff and his eyes were devoid of any smile, which made him look quite chilling.
"I'm just afraid that things won't be too big," she said. (To be continued)
