Chapter 67: Unrelated

  How could it be tolerated that the great reputation of a divine doctor was actually pointed out by this unknown and mediocre old doctor?

  "You're mediocre yourself, don't mention others." Madam Zhou snorted and said indifferently.

  The doctor most dislikes is this word "mediocrity", the old doctor suddenly became anxious.

  "I'm no match for him, you'd better invite someone more capable." He said with a flick of his sleeve.

  "Someone's coming, let's send..." said Madame Zhou.

  The maid stamped her foot.

  "Madam, our daughter is ill, you drive away the doctor, how can you be at ease?" she cried.

  What can I rely on?

  Wasn't it just you saying nothing's wrong and fell asleep? Now whose heart is aching again?

  Mrs. Zhou was furious.

  The maidservant couldn't help but drag the old man away.

  "My wife only knows how to cure fatal illnesses, nothing else." She urged, looking at the doctor, "You quickly take a look and see what's good."

  This is still quite honest.

  The old doctor's expression eased slightly.

  "Don't worry, this illness is nothing serious. Just take good care of yourself and you'll be fine." He said, while considering the prescription, "The treatment should focus on tonifying Qi and nourishing blood, using Ren Shen Yang Rong Tang with modifications will do."

  The maid nodded.

  "Go quickly and get the medicine from the doctor." She said to the maidservants standing beside her.

  The servant girls were stunned and looked at Madame Zhou.

  "Why don't we let Jiao'er herself decide on the prescription?" said Madame Zhou hesitantly.

  "Madam, all the girls in our house are like this, what else do you want?" The maid shouted.

  Mrs. Zhou was furious.

  "Your wife is like this and you only tell me now?" she shouted. "This girl of yours has a reason!"

  "Mother. This isn't the time for that." Shūroku said from outside the door. "First, let's go get the medicine."

  Ordered the servant to prepare the carriage and send the doctor back.

  Watching the doctor leave with a disdainful expression, Mrs. Zhou also didn't have the mood to stay and left in a huff.

  "You're saying this is a joke, right?" she said. "First, it's not cured, then that's not cured, and then it's inevitably incurable. And when it's finally cured, the person gets sick again, what a hassle!"

  "Mother, it's fine this way," said Saturday Lang, while telling Qin Langjun's words.

  Old Zhou nodded.

  "That's right, that's right, it's better this way," he said. "Talk of ghosts and gods is absurd anyway, our Zhou family is a respectable one."

  Mrs. Zhou still had some doubts. As a woman, she found the talk of ghosts and gods to be the most convincing.

  "It's just a woman's idea," said Old Master Zhou. "What they say is their business, no matter what they say, as long as our Jiao Jiao's resurrection is real, that's enough, and when something happens, won't they come to ask for help?"

  The medicine was carefully wrapped up and the consultation fee collected, and as soon as Zhou's servant left, the pharmacy immediately erupted into a flurry of activity, with everyone surrounding the old doctor in an instant.

  "Is she really going to see a doctor?"

  "Can it be that even a doctor who can bring people back from the dead also cannot heal himself?"

  "How old is it? What's it like?"

  All sorts of inquiries burst forth in a flurry.

  The old man is easy to get rid of.

  "It's a patient's matter, how can we discuss it casually?" He said with righteous words, "Don't talk about it, don't talk about it."

  Although the old doctor strictly adhered to the rules, the fact that the Zhou family had invited a doctor for Cheng's wife and had prepared medicine was indeed true, and it quickly spread, causing the previously circulating rumors about communicating with ghosts to become chaotic.

  "...can communicate with ghosts and spirits, so can revive the dead..."

  "...What are you talking nonsense about? That girl is completely unable, otherwise why would she still get sick..."

  "...that's because communicating with ghosts and spirits has consumed his vital energy..."

  "You're talking as if you've communicated with ghosts, what do you know..."

  When it comes to this rumor in the wine house and tea shop, there are many mouths, even red faces and thick necks directly fight, and finally who first proposed a new guess is unknown.

  "This woman, isn't she someone who has encountered an immortal? She should have been given a life-saving technique by the immortal, rather than possessing an immortal root herself. Therefore, she can only cure people who are destined to die, but not other illnesses, including her own."

  As soon as this statement came out, it was recognized by both sides with different views. Those who did not believe in ghosts and gods would only listen to the secret recipe and technique of encountering immortals, while those who believed in ghosts and gods were also satisfied with the point of encountering immortals. Repeatedly, this view eventually became the most widely spread version.

  Along with these ups and downs, before the end of the first month, Zhou Shi's wife in the capital had also gradually become a figure that five out of ten people would mention when speaking.

  For a bustling metropolis like Beijing where news breaks every day, this is already a rare occurrence.

  However, for Cheng Jiaoniang who triggered all this, these were all unknown, as she was recuperating from her illness at the Zhou family's closed door.

  The maid stood under the corridor, carefully checking the vegetables and meat sent by the servant woman.

  "Can't you buy fresh bok choy?" she asked discontentedly.

  "Sister, on a cold winter's day like this, it's really hard to find." The servant woman said with a troubled face.

  "It's easy to find," said the maid, "Isn't it just in Dongcheng Waoyao?"

  My wife took a deep breath of cool air.

  "Go, go, look and sell out." She stuttered.

  "The next time go earlier, just lack this flavor to make soup." The maid said.

  His wife bowed her head in response and watched as the maid turned around and entered the house.

  "She can buy whatever she wants." Mrs. Zhou heard it and didn't care, "It's just spending money, what's the big deal about money? We're not like the Cheng family who has never seen money before, being stingy with our Jiao Jiao when it comes to food and drink, money..."

  She said here, put down the mirror in her hand, and didn't even bother to turn around from her dressing table to look at Old Man Zhou who was drinking tea.

  "Master, it's a bit inconvenient for Jiaojiao to carry that 10,000 yuan," she said.

  10,000 yen!

  Old Zhou stopped what he was doing, and in the chaos of the past few days, he had forgotten about this.

  So much money, how can it be left with a child's family?

  Outside the capital city, Song Family Village, at the end of the first month, the weather was still gloomy and cold.

  A few coughs came from a dilapidated courtyard.

  "Darling, how did you get out?" The woman who was carrying a dung basket and entering the door hurriedly walked closer to the family entrance, looking at the man standing at the doorway.

  "I'm fine now, it's always good to take a break." Li Dazhu said, looking at the courtyard, "Spring is about to begin, and the work in the fields can't be delayed."

  The woman nodded and helped him sit down.

  "When the time comes, I'll rent an ox and ask my relatives from my mother's side to come and help. Don't worry," she said.

  Li Da Shao let out a long sigh.

  "Don't lie to me, where's the money? Your brother-in-law won't come to help you out, will he? You went to borrow money, didn't you come back crying?" He said in a low voice.

  The woman's eyes were slightly red.

  "Don't worry about it anyway, there's always a way out, you see, your illness has at least gotten better." she said.

  "We've met a kind-hearted person." Li Dazhu said, looking at the door, "Remember the benefactor's surname and name?"

  The woman nodded.

  "Remember, he's a scholar now, and for now, it's not worth thanking him. Let's wait until he goes to high school, then we'll thank him." she said.

  It's a bit bitter to mention this.

  What else can they do to thank others? This family of old and young may still have a problem making it through the winter.

  The atmosphere suddenly became depressed.

  "Alas, Dalang, Zui Feng Lou has closed its doors and moved away." The woman hastily changed the subject, only to regret it afterwards.

  What's wrong with saying this!

  As expected, Li Daxi's expression became even more gloomy.

  "Is it?" he muttered.

  "But it seems like they've sold it again." The woman said hastily, "I saw many people moving in."

  "Is it?" Li Daxi forced a smile, "I don't know if it's still open for food."

  It doesn't matter anymore, it has nothing to do with them either way.

  The courtyard fell silent again, and the couple lost interest in talking, staring blankly at the outside of the door.

  A horse-drawn carriage appeared in sight, coming from afar and getting closer.