Fu Yong had no intention of paying attention to her at first, and only raised his head after others revealed that she was the head of the Yun family.
It’s not that I want to cling to her, but I want to use her to become famous!
Although Fu Yong was very famous in the capital, he was only among the common people. Only by stepping on someone with a high status to get into the position could he enter the eyes of the superiors.
Yun Ning is a stepping stone in his eyes.
"How?"
Fu Yong thought about the bright future, and there was a hint of excitement in the pupils under his eyelids.
At this moment, there was a sudden sound outside, which was very noisy.
"Mr. Fu, please, please save this child!"
When everyone walked out the door, they saw a young woman holding her child in her arms, with tears streaming down her face.
Her clothes were ragged, her face was withered, and there were even some stains.
The child in her arms looked to be about five or six years old. He was also skinny and had no color in his lips.
Seeing this, Fu Yong stood up and frowned at the two people kneeling at the door, with obvious impatience on his face.
"Mr. Fu." Yun Ning said suddenly, with a cold voice, "How about we bet on this child's illness. Whoever can make him recover in the shortest time will win. How about whoever wins?"
Yun Ning said, raising one eyebrow slightly, and her whole face was full of confidence.
But it turned out to be ignorance in Fu Yong's eyes. Fu Yong laughed "haha" and stroked his beard, with ridicule in his voice.
"I know that Patriarch Yun doesn't want to see his maid's leg never heal again, but we can't waste other people's time making bets like this. The child on the ground is obviously lifeless. How can we treat her again?"
As soon as he said this, the face of the woman kneeling on the ground turned pale instantly, and her fingers tremblingly placed on the boy's mouth and nose.
After a while, she knelt on the ground and cried loudly, "God is unfair. Tiedan is such a good child. Why did he leave just like that? God..."
"Master Yun has also seen it. If you took this as a bet, you have already lost." Fu Yong said mockingly.
"Really? But I see, this child is obviously still breathing." Yun Ning smiled lightly, without any trace of panic on his face.
"Humph, you ignorant boy." Fu Yong snorted coldly, then stepped forward, took out a new cotton wool from his arms and placed it at the boy's nostrils, but saw that the new cotton wool did not flutter at all.
Fu Yong looked at Yun Ning sarcastically and said, "Listen, if the cotton wool doesn't move, it proves that this person has stopped breathing. Does the Master of the Yun family know that?"
Fu Yong's words even meant to teach him a lesson, but Yun Ning hadn't spoken yet.
The onlookers spoke one after another.
"It turns out that you can tell whether a person is dead in this way. I've learned a lot."
"No wonder it's not standard to put your fingers at the nostrils. You still have to use such a light thing to judge whether you are dead."
"Mr. Fu has been treating illnesses and saving people for so many years. This is unmistakable. It seems that the Yun Family Master is definitely losing this round."
"She had no chance of winning."
The woman kneeling on the ground cried more and more desperately. In the sad atmosphere, a disdainful voice seemed very abrupt, "Such a quack doctor has treated countless people with the wrong disease. It is simply ridiculous."
Yun Ning's voice was a bit angry. Although this was ancient times and there were no sophisticated instruments to judge whether a person was dead, it was true that there was a record of "绸纩Listening" in this time and space.
But this old guy didn't even check carefully at the beginning and just made a conclusion about the child.
Doctors who care less about human life are not worthy of practicing medicine.
Yun Ning stepped forward and said softly to the woman, "Put the child flat on the ground. He may still be saved."