When Fang Heng left, even though they knew where he was and what he was doing, the brothers and sisters were still missing for half a month.
Now that the long banquet has disappeared, everyone understands that it is useless to be sad, but depression cannot be avoided.
For two whole days, there were no smiles in the courtyard.
Jiang Sheng didn't even touch the delicious leftover meat from the banquet. His round cheeks became pointed in just two days, revealing a vague oval shape.
Zhang Xianglian returned home three days later. Seeing her so distressed and crying, she took Master Kong to cook.
Braised large elbow, braised chicken with mushrooms, braised large carp.
They were all her favorite dishes, but when they were placed in front of the table, Jiang Sheng circled her chopsticks and only picked up a mushroom and swallowed it slowly.
"Xiao Jiang Sheng, why don't you eat meat anymore?" Zhang Xianglian was shocked, "What's wrong with you?"
Which pig farmer can tolerate his own piglets not eating?
Jiang Sheng forced a smile and said softly, "I don't really want to eat these greasy things. Green vegetables and mushrooms are good."
She picked up two more sticks, swallowed them whole, finished the soup, and put down the bowl and chopsticks.
"I'm full." Jiang Sheng stood up, "It's the end of the month, and Jiuzhenfang's accounts need to be taken stock."
The boys at the table took a few bites, put down their bowls and chopsticks, and went about their business.
Is this the home without Xiaowu?
Zhang Xianglian's heart was pounding and she had no appetite, so she turned around and gave Master Kong two pieces of meat.
It can be seen that the relationship between the couple has improved a lot in these three days.
Master Kong was no longer flattered, but felt shy. After eating a big mouthful, he patted his beloved wife on the shoulder.
Under Zhang Xianglian's astonished gaze, he walked up to Zheng Ruqian and said, "Xiao Qian, what's going on with the girl in the past two days? She doesn't even eat big elbows?"
My uncle followed what his aunt called him, which was correct, but he was a little uncomfortable with it.
Zheng Ruqian shook off the strange feeling, "I'm worried about Xiao Wu, but I can't show my worry. I just suppressed my appetite."
Master Kong also wanted to ask why. Following Zheng Ruqian's eyes and seeing Xu Mo studying carefully, he suddenly understood.
Great joy and great sorrow came at the same time, and everyone almost forgot that the palace examination would be held in a few days.
The unknown plan, the Fang family, the eldest prince, and the results of the imperial examination are all imminent.
Xu Mo didn't dare to be distracted, so he suppressed his worries about his brother and prepared for the exam, reading ancient books.
Others didn't dare to distract Xu Mo, so they could only pretend to be as nonchalant as possible.
"But this is not a solution. The girl has lost weight." Master Kong sighed, "How about taking her out for a walk more often and doing other things to distract her."
This is also the last resort.
Zheng Ruqian put away the map he drew and nodded, "Then I'll ask my aunt and uncle to help me."
Xu Mo was pressed for time and stayed at home to simulate the imperial examination.
Fang Heng took his servants to guard him and took the time to practice troop formations.
He asked Wang Xiaosong to rein in his horse, rushed into the room, and slipped Jiang Sheng out, who was in a daze.
"Second brother, please stop making trouble." She struggled, "I still have to do the accounting."
"Go to Jiuzhenfang to take stock. What are you doing here?" Zheng Ruqian forced her into the carriage, and also took Wen Zhiyun and Wang Xiaozhu who were going to the hospital with them.
The three brothers and sisters sat quietly, while there was a huge flow of people outside the car and the noise was overwhelming.
All the excitement seemed to be stripped away from them, and all that was left was confusion, calmness, and loneliness.
It wasn't like this when Xiaowu was here before.
Wen Zhiyun flattened his mouth, and his eyes were sparkling again.
Zheng Ruqian reacted quickly and pinched him from behind before he could bear to go back.
After finally arriving at Tianjiekou, Wang Xiaosong's eyes were lively and he exclaimed as soon as he stopped, "There are so many patients, why is it so busy."
The three brothers and sisters were all attracted. They raised the curtains of the car and saw that the hospital was full of people.
Wen Zhiyun often provides free clinics and gives away free medicines. Most of the visitors to Wen's Medical Clinic are ordinary people, but the people sitting inside at this moment are all well-dressed, and they can tell that they have wealth and status.
"Why are there so many rich people here?" Wang Xiaozhu was frightened, "Master, what should I do, Master?"
Wen Zhiyun was dumbfounded. He was not the type to resist things, so he was already in a panic.
Fortunately, there was Zheng Ruqian beside him. He frowned and said, "Go and take a look first."
"Yes, fourth brother, don't be afraid, we are all here." Jiang Sheng managed to cheer up, "Let's go, let's go there together."
The brother and sister jumped off the carriage one after another. As soon as they arrived at the entrance of Wen's Medical Center, everyone inside turned around.
A dozen pairs of eyes looked at it, which was really a bit bluffing.
Wen Zhiyun felt timid, managed to steady his body, and said softly, "Excuse me, are you here to see a doctor?"
There is always no shortage of doctors in wealthy families. Even if there is no government doctor, they will see a doctor in a big medicine hall. It is rare to visit a small medical center like this.
If he comes, he is either looking for trouble or has some agenda.
Even Jiang Sheng was prepared. If that didn't work, he would ask Wang Xiaosong to go to the Jiang family to deliver the letter and find support from his parents and grandmother.
Unexpectedly, the person inside smiled and stood up politely, "Yes, you must be Dr. Wen. We have several patients who would like to ask Dr. Wen for help."
He pointed at a middle-aged man, then at a young man, and finally at an old man with white hair and beard.
No matter how you look at it, it looks like three generations of grandparents came together to see a doctor.
Wen Zhiyun couldn't believe it, but as a doctor, he had a benevolent heart. All the patients came to his door, so he couldn't turn them away.
He put down the small medicine box and glanced at Wang Xiaozhu.
The tacit understanding cultivated over a long period of time allowed Xiaozhu to suppress his panic and get up to prepare paper, pen, ink and inkstone, as well as pulse diagnosis and other necessities.
Jiang Sheng and Zheng Ruqian looked at each other and stood calmly in the corner.
The pulse diagnosis was placed on the table. The middle-aged man stretched out his wrist first, allowing Wen Zhiyun to feel it carefully, and asked about his recent diet and rest.
"This master..." The young doctor's tone was tactful.
The middle-aged man said solemnly, "My surname is Wu."
Wen Zhiyun was stunned for a moment, but fortunately, following his younger brother's influence, he quickly realized, "Mr. Wu is quite healthy, but has some symptoms of internal heat. From now on, he will eat more good anti-inflammatory foods, such as green vegetable leaves, or Dispel fire melons and fruits.”
As he spoke, he took a pen and ink to write on the rice paper.
Mr. Wu only thought he was writing a prescription. Unexpectedly, after finishing writing, Wen Zhiyun dried the ink and put it in a drawer.
"You..." He couldn't help it, "won't you give me a prescription?"
Wen Zhiyun was also stunned, "What prescription should I prescribe? As I said just now, just eat some green vegetable leaves and water-reducing fruits."
The medicine contains three parts of the poison. If you can't take it, don't take it. This is his medical philosophy.
Not to mention a symptom as simple as getting angry.
It was Chang Yan's idea to trap Prince Meng Gong and his son. If Wen Zhiyun had been alone, he would not have had the courage to do so in eight lifetimes.
"But..." Mr. Wu still wanted to say something.
The old man with white beard and hair coughed twice, and he had no choice but to retreat.
It was the turn of the young master. This one looked young. His eyes were particularly lively and active, and he looked at people with a meaningful look.
"Wrist." Wen Zhiyun felt a little uncomfortable and forced himself to feel his pulse.
Unexpectedly, the young man retracted his hands into his sleeves and said with a playful smile, "Can you see a doctor without taking the pulse? The ancients paid attention to seeing, hearing, asking and feeling, and taking the pulse is not the only way."
