Yun Zimo's face was full of joy, but the next moment, his expression became embarrassed: "Brother, fifty thousand taels of silver is not a small amount. I didn't bring so much with me this time."
He looked at Yun Ziheng with bright eyes: "I know that eldest brother must have it, right?"
"It's easy to talk." Yun Ziheng said slowly: "I can take some from the public house for you to use temporarily. Remember to pay me back later."
"..."
The corner of Yun Zimo's eyes twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but said: "This is to treat Rourou. She is our sister. Brother, you have calculated this account so clearly?"
"What else?" Yun Ziheng raised his eyebrows, "Our combined salary and dad's salary is only a few thousand taels a year, and the income from the family's property is also limited these years. You yourself know that this is not a small amount."
"Okay, okay!"
Yun Zimo only felt a headache and quickly agreed, fearing that he would settle the score with him in one or two words.
"Brother, go to bed early tonight. I will accompany you to Baishan Hall to find her tomorrow." Yun Zimo cupped his hands towards Yun Ziheng.
The moment he exited Dichen Residence, he snorted secretly in his heart.
Do I need to pay back the money for treating my sister?
No need at all!
…
While Dichen was staying at home, Chang Sui Qingfeng asked hesitantly: "Your Majesty, do we really want to pay fifty thousand taels for that Miss Fu's medical treatment?"
"Forgive me for talking too much, but that girl's illness is strange, and the diagnosis fee of 50,000 taels of silver is really too much."
If you give me money at this time, wouldn't that be taken advantage of?
Yun Ziheng held up his folding fan gracefully, and the wind caused the silk belt that covered his eyes to sway gently, "I have my own idea."
Qingfeng couldn't say much.
Apart from the money matter, he was actually looking forward to Miss Ming.
The prince has been suffering from eye disease for eight years. He really hopes that Miss Na Ming is really a medical fairy and can cure his eyes as rumored.
…
The next day was sunny and sunny.
Brothers Yun Ziheng and Yun Zimo came to Baishan Hall in a carriage.
Just after midnight, there were already many patients in Baishan Hall, and the clerks and doctors sitting in the hall were also busy.
Yun Ziheng got off the carriage and walked into Baishan Hall. Immediately, a waiter came forward to greet him: "Master, do you want to see a doctor or take medicine? There is a queue there to see a doctor. Please show the prescription and go to the counter to take medicine."
Qingfeng stepped forward and said, "I heard that Jiangzhou Medical Immortal's medical skills are amazing, so my young master came here to seek medical treatment."
The waiter glanced at the silk on Yun Ziheng's eyes and nodded clearly: "The lady will have to wait for a while, the gentleman will have to wait."
"Um."
Yun Ziheng nodded and was invited to the room on the second floor.
Yun Zimo followed behind with a bad look on his face. After the waiter left, he said with a cold face: "Why is this Ming Wuyou so lazy? He opens a medical clinic and doesn't come to treat people so early in the morning?!"
"We still have to wait!"
"When will we go?"
Rourou woke up in pain last night. After that, she tossed and turned in pain for most of the night and shed tears. She fell asleep from the pain in the morning!
Now he really wanted to catch Ming Wuyou and quickly go to Rourou to see a doctor.
Yun Ziheng said slowly: "If you can't wait any longer, just leave. Don't wait to see people later. There are urgent things to do, and you offended her again with just a few words."
"..." Yun Zimo froze, "I won't leave, I won't say anything later."
Then the room became quiet.
The waiter sent someone to deliver fragrant tea with a unique taste.
About half an hour later, a carriage stopped in front of Baishan Hall, and a girl in a lilac gauze skirt stepped into the lobby.
Yun Zimo stepped forward and said, "Brother, she is here."
"Um."
Yun Ziheng responded lightly, "I saw it."
Yun Zimo said anxiously: "Let her look at Rourou first, Rourou can't hold it anymore!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ming Wuyou had already heard the waiter's report and came upstairs.
After three gentle knocks, Qingfeng stepped forward and opened the door: "Is it Miss Ming? My young master has been waiting for you for a long time."
Ming Wuyou's eyes slowly swept towards the window and fell on Yun Ziheng.
Yun Ziheng was dressed in white today, holding a simple and plain paper fan in his hand. On his thumb, he wore a jade ring that symbolized the identity of the prince of the Zhan Palace. He did not wear any other accessories on his body, and he was blindfolded by silk.
His whole person is even more mysterious.
His temperament is elegant and pure. If he had not known his identity earlier, he would never have thought that the person in front of him who looked like an unparalleled young master would be the famous war prince who terrified the foreigners on the border battlefield.
Ming Wuyou had met him several times in his previous life, and had a very good impression of him. When we met again now, we were naturally polite and gentle.
"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long." Ming Wuyou came up and sat across from Yun Ziheng, "Sir, please extend your hand."
Caiyue on the side also immediately sent Fang Fang for a pulse diagnosis.
Yun Zimo, who was sitting on the other side, suddenly stared and shouted in his heart, could Ming Wuyou be so polite?
This girl doesn't have a good expression when she faces him!
Fang Yunziheng smiled and said "Okay" and put his wrist down.
Ming Wuyou checked the pulse carefully, not letting go of both hands, and then said warmly: "I want to see the young master's eyes."
"Um."
Yun Ziheng responded and leaned forward in cooperation, letting Ming Wuyou remove the silk from his eyes.
Because he had been covered with silk for a long time, his eyes squinted with slight discomfort when he saw the light, and his eyeballs were also a little red.
Ming Wuyou checked it carefully and tied the silk silk back for him.
"Young Master's eyes must be caused by poisoning. The toxin has been lingering for at least eight years." Ming Wuyou said slowly: "Look, I have used some medicine over the years, but the toxin has not been completely removed."
"Nowadays, I can see things, but not clearly. It's like seeing flowers in the fog. When the light is too strong, my eyes will hurt and feel uncomfortable."
"How do you know?!" Yun Zimo was surprised.
He just looked at his eyes and took his pulse, and he actually explained his condition clearly?!
Is it so powerful?!
Ming Wuyou ignored him, but looked at Yun Ziheng, "right?"
"That's right." Yun Ziheng nodded, "It's exactly what the girl said."
Qingfeng on the side asked anxiously: "Girl, can you cure the young master's poison?"
Ming Wuyou nodded: "I can."
In her previous life, she had treated Yun Ziheng's eyes with great success.
However, just when he was about to be cured, the military situation at Jianmen Pass was in critical condition. Yun Ziheng went to support him, but he was caught in a conspiracy, and the entire Zhanwang Mansion and Jianmen Pass died tragically.
How could she not be cured if she had to do it over again?
Qingfeng was overjoyed: "Is this girl serious?"
"Yeah." Ming Wuyou said seriously: "It just takes a little time and some-"
The corner of her eye inadvertently glanced at the restaurant opposite, and her voice suddenly got stuck in her throat.
Murong Yu is actually sitting opposite? This chapter has been completed!