It was so easy for him to become famous as a miracle doctor, but he was criticized by this mediocre old doctor. How could he bear it?
"You yourself are mediocre, don't talk about others." Mrs. Zhou snorted coldly and said neither salty nor lightly.
The most taboo word for doctors is the word Yong, and the old doctor suddenly became anxious.
"I'm mediocre and I can't stand it. Please ask someone to be smart." He said with a puff of sleeves.
"Come here, send..." Mrs. Zhou also said.
The maid stamped her feet.
"Madam, our wife is ill, why are you so worried about driving away the doctor?" she shouted.
What peace of mind should I have?
Didn't you say you were fine and just fell asleep? Now it has become my heart again?
Mrs. Zhou was furious.
The maid ignored her and grabbed the old doctor.
"My wife can only treat fatal diseases, but not other diseases." She said anxiously, looking at the doctor, "Please hurry up and see what can be done."
This is quite honest.
The old doctor's expression softened slightly.
"Don't worry, this disease is not serious, just take good care of it and it will be fine." He said, while considering the prescription, "The treatment should be to replenish qi and nourish blood, so just use Ginseng Yangrong Decoction with a modified version."
The maid nodded.
"Hurry and get some medicine from the doctor." She looked at the servants and girls beside her and said.
The girls and servants were stunned for a moment and looked at Mrs. Zhou.
"Why don't you let Jiaojiao'er decide the prescription on her own?" Mrs. Zhou said hesitantly.
"Madam, my wife is like this, what else do you want?" the maid shouted.
Mrs. Zhou was furious.
"Your wife is like this, why did you tell me?" she shouted, "you girl, are you reasonable?"
"Mom, now is not the time to talk about this." Saturday Lang said outside the door, "It's important to grab the medicine first."
At the same time, he ordered the maid to prepare the car and take the doctor back.
Seeing the doctor leave with a disdainful look on his face, Mrs. Zhou was not in the mood to stay and went back angrily.
"Do you think this is just a joke?" she said. "First, this is not cured, then that is not cured, and then it is inevitable that it will not be cured. If you cure it, you will be sick again, and you are tormenting others!"
"Mother, this is good." Zhou Lang said, repeating Qin Langjun's words.
Mr. Zhou nodded.
"Yes, yes, this is better, this is better." He said, "Talk about ghosts and gods is absurd. Our Zhou family is an upright family."
Mrs. Zhou was still a little hesitant. As a woman, she felt that the theory of ghosts and gods was the most convincing.
"It's really a woman's opinion." Mr. Zhou said, "What they say is their business. No matter what they say, as long as it is true that our Jiaojiao came back to life, it is enough. If something happens, they don't have to come to ask for it."
After carefully packing the medicine, collecting the consultation fee, and watching the Zhou family's maid leave, the drug store immediately exploded and buzzed around the old doctor.
"Did you really treat that lady?"
"Could it be that a doctor who can bring the dead back to life is also a doctor who doesn't heal himself?"
"How old are you? What do you look like?"
All kinds of inquiries came out in a flurry.
It was easy for the old doctor to break free.
"How can you discuss the patient's affairs casually?" He said righteously, "Don't talk about it, don't talk about it."
Although the old doctor strictly abided by the rules, the fact that the Zhou family sought medical treatment from Mrs. Cheng and got medicine was true, and it spread quickly, which made the newly spread news about communicating with ghosts and gods suddenly become confusing.
“….I can communicate with ghosts and gods, so I can bring back the dead…”
"...What are you talking nonsense about? That lady can't do that. Otherwise, why would she still be sick..."
"...That's because communicating with ghosts and gods consumes energy and blood..."
"...It sounds like you have communicated with ghosts and gods. What do you know..."
There were a lot of quarrels in restaurants and tea shops when the rumor was brought up, and some even got into fights with blushing faces. In the end, I don't know who came up with a new guess first.
"Didn't this lady meet an immortal? She should have been given the magical skills to bring the dead back to life, but she does not have immortal roots. Therefore, she can only cure people who are destined to die, and other diseases, including herself, can't be cured.
It won’t cure.”
As soon as this statement came out, it was immediately recognized by both parties with different opinions. Those who did not believe in ghosts and gods would only believe in the secrets and techniques, while those who believed in ghosts and gods were also satisfied with the idea of meeting immortals. After repeated repetitions, this view eventually became the most widely circulated
Version.
Along with these ups and downs, the first month has not yet come out, and Mrs. Cheng of the Zhou family has gradually become a figure known to five out of ten people in the capital.
For a capital city with a huge population and constant news every day, this is already rare.
However, for Cheng Jiaoniang, who caused all this, none of this was normal, and she was recovering from her illness behind closed doors at Zhou's house.
The maid stood on the porch and looked at the vegetables and meat brought by the servant girl one by one.
"Can't you buy fresh spinach?" she asked dissatisfied.
"Sister, it's really hard to find someone in this winter." The maid said with a troubled face.
"It's easy to find," the maid said, "Isn't it just in Dongcheng Wayao?"
The maid took a deep breath.
"Go, go, check it out, it's sold out," she stammered.
"Then go early next time, as this is the only thing missing to make soup." The maid said.
The servant girl lowered her head and responded, watching the maid turn around and enter the door.
"She just buys whatever she wants." Mrs. Zhou didn't care after hearing this, "Isn't it just spending money? Money is nothing. We are not like the Cheng family who have never seen money. They treat us Jiaojiao harshly in food and drink. Money...
"
She said this, put down the mirror in her hand, turned her head without caring about dressing up, and looked at Mr. Zhou who was drinking tea.
"Sir, it won't be convenient for Jiaojiao'er to hold those 10,000 yuan," she said.
Ten thousand guan!
Master Zhou stopped, he had been so busy these days that he forgot about this.
How can a child's family hold so much money?
Outside the capital, in Songjia Village, at the end of the first lunar month, the weather was still cold and gloomy.
Several coughs came from a dilapidated courtyard.
"Dalang, why are you out?" The woman who came in carrying a dung basket hurriedly approached the door and looked at the man standing at the door.
"I'm fine, why don't I rest all the time." Li Dashao said, looking at the yard, "Spring is about to begin, and the work in the fields cannot be delayed."
The woman nodded and helped him sit down.
"When the time comes, I'll rent a cow and I'll ask my family to help. Don't worry," she said.
Li Dashao let out a long breath.
"Stop lying to me. How can I have that money? How can your mother-in-law's brothers be willing to help? You went to borrow money and didn't you come back crying?" he said in a low voice.
The woman's eyes are slightly red.
"Anyway, don't worry, there is always a way. Look, your illness is at least cured," she said.
"I met a kind-hearted person." Li Dashao said, looking out the door, "Remember the benefactor's name?"
The woman nodded.
"Remember, he is a scholar. It is better to thank him now. We will thank him again when he is in high school," she said.
It feels a little bitter to say this.
How can they thank others? Whether this family can survive the spring is still a question.
The atmosphere suddenly dropped.
"Hey, Da Lang, Zui Feng Tower is closed. They said they moved out." The woman hurriedly changed the topic and said regretfully.
How to say this properly!
Sure enough, Li Dashao's expression became even more gloomy.
"Really?" he murmured.
"But it seems to have been sold again." The woman said hurriedly, "I see a lot of people have moved in."
"Really?" Li Dashao forced a smile, "I wonder if we will still open a restaurant."
Whether it is or not, it has nothing to do with them.
There was silence in the yard again. The couple lost interest in talking and looked at the door blankly.
A carriage appeared in sight, approaching from far away. (To be continued)
