Yan Zi curled her lips. "Miss, I'm not the only one who doesn't like her. Chun'er, Sister Xia, and Sister Qiu all don't like her."
Zhong Qingye became more and more confused and asked doubtfully: "Why is this?"
Yan Zi stamped her foot and looked at her bitterly, feeling rather strangely angry. "Miss, you haven't forgotten who killed the young master four years ago, right?! How could we like that murderer?!
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Zhong Qingye paused in his steps and stopped abruptly in the street.
Four years seemed to have erased the existence of that child from Zhong Qingye's memory, but only she knew that she had never forgotten it.
It’s unclear who was at fault for what happened four years ago, but if she were to be held accountable, she would definitely be the first to bear the brunt of the blame. Qi Yan was actually very guilty. She was just a leader at that time.
The role of the fire rope was to make her suffer so much resentment in vain. In fact, it was quite unfair.
But Zhong Qingye couldn't defend her. Maybe it had been so long. After knowing the true situation, Zhong Qingye no longer had the courage to pursue anything. Her mind gradually began to think about escaping.
Anyway, the child is gone, so it would be useless to pursue the matter further.
Even though I suddenly thought of this wound, I still felt raw pain.
Perhaps Zhong Qingye's expression revealed something unintentionally. Yanzi suddenly woke up and suddenly remembered that it was a wound that Zhong Qingye could not touch. What he blurted out must have made the lady think of that child and feel sad.
She secretly pinched herself in annoyance and said quickly: "Miss, I didn't mean that... I..."
Yanzi was at a loss and didn't know how to explain to fully express what he meant.
Zhong Qingye came back to his senses, glanced at the people around him who looked at them doubtfully from time to time, hurriedly pulled Yan Zi's hand, smiled awkwardly and said: "Don't worry, I'm fine, let's leave quickly."
Yanzi didn't wake up for a while, but Zhong Qingye was embarrassed to stand on the road with her and chatter any longer. He took her hand and walked forward for a few steps. He didn't relax until he was out of the liveliest crowd.
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Next, Lu Yanzi was extremely cautious in his words and deeds. When he spoke, he carefully observed Zhong Qingye's face, for fear that he would accidentally touch the young lady's sadness again.
Gradually, the two walked for a while, and they reached the signboard of Tongrentang in the distance. Zhong Qingye stopped, looked around, pointed to a fabric store far behind him and said: "Yanzi, I suddenly want to buy a few pieces.
Take the fabric back and go to that fabric store to see if there are any fabrics in a more festive color."
Yanzi nodded and asked doubtfully: "Miss, where are you going?"
"I can't sleep well. Go to Tongrentang in front to grab some sleeping pills. If you find something you like, buy it and come to Tongrentang to find me." Zhong Qingye pointed to the Tongrentang sign in front. "Yes.
Problem?"
"No! Since Miss is going to get some medicine, she can do whatever she wants. My Miss's complexion is not very good today. Let the doctor check her carefully."
Zhong Qingye nodded, waved goodbye to Yanzi, turned around and walked towards Tongrentang.
The people in Tongrentang were lonely, probably because it was earlier and no patients had come to ask for medicine. Zhong Qingye walked to the counter silently, put a one hundred tael banknote on the counter, and was fiddling with the abacus.
The shopkeeper's eyes immediately widened. He asked her the purpose of her visit diligently, and then sent her to the private room with a smile, which was the ancient VP room.
Zhong Qingye handed him the banknote, and not long after, an old man in his sixties walked in carrying a medical kit. He nodded to Zhong Qingye in an unassuming manner and sat down opposite him.
Zhong Qingye also sat down and took a look at the doctor. The old man was slender, slightly hunched, and had a goatee that reached to his chest. He was in good spirits and had bright eyes. He was simply more energetic than the young man.
In ancient times, ordinary people trusted the elderly. They felt that after all, the elderly had lived for so many years and had more experience than young people. This was especially obvious in medical clinics. Which medical clinic was the best?
Doctors must be elderly people in their fifties or sixties. Even the imperial doctors are basically over forty years old. It is difficult for doctors of the younger generation to gain recognition from everyone.
The old doctor placed a small sheepskin bag on the small table and said calmly: "The girl looks weak and pale. Isn't she in good health? Please put your wrist on it and let me diagnose her."
Zhong Qingye smiled, put his wrist up without saying anything.
The old doctor lifted up his wide sleeves, put his hand on her wrist, and made a careful diagnosis. His expression suddenly changed, and he immediately stopped his hand, without saying a word, picked up his medical kit and left.
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Zhong Qingye stood up, stretched out his hand to stop him, and smiled softly: "Doctor, why are you leaving in such a hurry? After checking the pulse, shouldn't you tell the patient what the disease is?"
In ancient times, the treatment of diseases relied on the four methods of seeing, hearing, asking, and treating. Therefore, doctors with excellent medical skills all have a pair of powerful eyes. Tong Ren Tang is a famous medical clinic in Jingyang City. As the most powerful doctor here, the old man in front of him is obviously not a person with false reputation. Once he arrives,
Zhong Qingye's smile told him that she must have known something.
The old doctor's face changed, showing an expression that seemed both angry and ashamed. "Girl, please forgive me for your illness! It's a waste of time to stay any longer. Please let me leave!"
Zhong Qingye was not angry at all, and the expression on his face did not even change at all. He said calmly: "I am not here to ask you to cure my disease."
The old doctor was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyebrows and said angrily: "If it's not for treatment, why did the girl come to the hospital?!"
"But didn't you say that you can't cure me?" Zhong Qingye retorted lightly. "Since you can't cure me, how can I force it?"
The old doctor was stunned by her, and the wrinkles on his face twitched slightly, "The girl has such smart lips and teeth, and her dress is not that of ordinary people, right?"
"Who I am has nothing to do with you, doctor. Knowing too much is not a good thing." Zhong Qingye spread his hands and said with a smile: "Now, can you please sit down and talk?"