A bowl of pastry costs four cents. If you add an egg, it will cost two more cents, and if you add a portion of beef, it will cost six cents. Song Shu paid a total of sixteen cents.

After coming out of the restaurant, there were obviously more people in the market. Song Shu went to several grain and oil stores in the market to compare the prices. After finding that the prices did not fluctuate much, the waiters in the stores were very talkative.

The shop ordered two loads of rice and noodles each, two barrels of oil and beans of various colors. They also bought various seasonings such as salt, pepper, and Sichuan peppercorns from the spice shop next door. What surprised Song Shu the most was that there was also a pack of dried mushrooms of various colors in the store.

There was not much dried and ground mushroom flavoring powder, so Song Shu just rolled it into balls.

Pei Xuan saw that she was buying more and more things, which completely exceeded the limit of what they both could take away, so she told Song Shu to rent a car from a car dealership and take them there.

Song Shu was talking to the waiter at the rice and grain store. She went out with twenty taels of silver. She had just made a big purchase and had already spent five taels. Most of it was spent on the rice and grain store. Therefore, the waiter spoke in an extremely eager tone.

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"A medical clinic? There's one at the east end of the street. Chen's Medical Clinic is an old medical clinic in the town. If there's anything that makes you feel uncomfortable due to wind, cold, fever, etc., everyone is happy to go there and take a look. In winter, they even give out free dehydrants.

Where’s the cold medicinal soup!”

Oh? That seems to be a well-established medical clinic with good conscience.

"Is there only one medical clinic in town?"

"That's not true," the clerk shook his head. "There is a Ruian Tang not far from Chen's Medical Center. The doctor in charge is named Chu, and his medical skills are quite good. That's right..."

"What is it?" Song Shu was curious.

"It's just that Dr. Chu has a bad temper and is very impatient. He quarreled with patients a few times, and gradually many people stopped going to him." The clerk scratched his head and asked, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Song Shu shook her head, "No, I have a medicinal material that I want to ask at the medical clinic. In this case, I will go to the Chen's Medical Clinic first. When my husband comes back, you ask him to wait for me here." After that, he went to the Chen's Medical Clinic.

The boy stuffed a few copper coins into his hand.

"Okay!" the guy said happily.

Places like medical clinics are always busy at any time, not to mention that it is winter again, and colds and colds are common for the elderly and children.

Chen's Medical Clinic occupies the middle position on the east-west street. There is a large plaque hanging above the door, which reads "Chen's Medical Clinic". There is a long queue on the left. At the front is a young boy with a long hair.

There was a table in front of the table, with a pot almost as big as someone else's on it, which was simmering with heat. A child held a spoon and methodically poured medicinal soup into the people waiting in line behind him.

This was probably the medicinal soup that the waiter said was used to ward off colds. Song Shu could smell the scent of astragalus and perilla in it.

Today is a big market, and there are more patients than usual. All the doors of the medical center are opened. Apart from the patients coming and going and the doctors attending the clinic, the only ones left are the medicine boys who are about the same age as the little boy, helping the doctors.

Run errands and do some work.

"Child!" Song Shu raised her hand, and the child who came out to fill the basin with water was called over.

Song Shu handed over a handful of candies and said, "I want to ask you something, is Dr. Chen in your clinic doing a consultation today?" She just looked around and didn't see Dr. Chen mentioned by the waiter, so she was worried that she would be missed.

"Doctor Chen is treating people in the back. If you want to see Dr. Chen, you have to wait aside."

Song Shu was relieved.

When she came this time, she brought over the coltsfoot flowers she had found on the mountain. It was cold, and Song Shu preserved them carefully, with almost no damage to the buds.

Although she now has a net worth of dozens of taels, and there is a saying that "a penny a day is not as good as a fortune", she still understands the principle of sitting on the fence, so she must find a way to make money as soon as possible. The mountains are rich in medicinal materials, and Song Shu has medicinal properties.

, naturally I have to come and deal with the medical clinic.

Thanks to the help of the handful of candy, the little medicine boy also brought Song Shu a small corner stool and asked her to sit and wait.

Song Shu happily accepted.

People coming and going in the hospital are either patients or accompanying family members, and from time to time you can hear a few cries or moans.

It was at this time that the quarrel started.

"...It's not cured, it's not cured! No matter what, it can't be cured! I prick the person with a needle every day, but I don't even see you pricking the person! What is this curing? Is it cheating me out of money? Quack doctor, please pay me!"

The voice became clearer and clearer. One person heard that it was a man in a rage, and the other person who was grabbed by the collar was none other than Dr. Chen Shichun, the doctor at the medicine hall.

"This patient, we have something to talk about, please let me go first..." Chen Shichun trembled his lips, which were cyanotic due to poor breathing.

"Let go of my master -" The two parties came to the front yard from behind. A medicine boy discovered it and rushed forward, asking the man to loosen his grip.

"Hmph," the man sneered and loosened his hand to the side, "Relax it and let it go. You should tell me in front of everyone, I have been here for three days. Have you diagnosed my illness?"

?Every time I come back, this old man just stares at me, and then pricks me with needles. I feel like being pricked into a hedgehog by you. The painful parts of my body still hurt, and there is a tendency to become heavier. The big guy said, should I look for it?

He settles the score?"

The onlookers were talking a lot. Some said it was because Dr. Chen was not good at studying and that he had not injected the needle correctly and caused problems. Some people defended it, saying that this kind of treatment can only cure the disease in three or two days.

Yes, you have to find out the root cause of the disease before you can prescribe the right medicine. This person is just too impatient.

Song Shu frowned.

"Everyone, come and take a look. This is the needle this old man gave me. I originally only had heart palpitations occasionally. After he gave me the needle, I felt flustered and even palpitated. When I looked at the place where the needle was inserted, my heart palpitations changed.

It's like this, you old man, and you still say it's not your fault!"

The man unbuttoned his coat and lifted the clothes on his back. What he saw was multiple purple-red raised needle holes.

"...How could it be!" Chen Shichun gasped with the help of the medicine boy and retorted: "I told you before that your pulse is heavy and soft, which is not what you should be at your age and body type.

The pulse condition may be a congenital disease, strong on the outside and dry on the inside; and your discomfort also affects the heart, so I prescribed medicine for you, supplemented by silver needles to strengthen the organs, how come it is my fault? "

"Stop your rhetoric. I don't understand, and I don't want to hear it. It's all about nature and nurture. You old man has deceived people." The man spat, "Forget about other things, how did I get the needle holes in my body?"

What happened? Did you, the old man, put something on the silver needle?"

When he revealed the needle holes in his body, the crowd was already in an uproar.

Both sides insist on their own opinions, let’s not mention who is wrong for the moment, but the needle holes cannot be faked, and some red and purple areas are even about to ooze pus. It makes people feel frightened and mutter in their hearts: No.

Are you really deliberately making people's symptoms worse just to get more money?
Chapter completed!