Yijuan cloud

Chapter 209 Rokuro
"Doctor Zhang will be even busier in the future." I put down my pen and looked at the newly written words on the case with a smile.

"Hey, don't you dare. What I do is just running errands. Miss Zhao's research on the prescription is the real hard work."

I said: "Since ancient times, rich people have made more money. As long as it is worth the money, it doesn't matter if it is more expensive. What's more, the medicinal materials in this prescription are expensive. Since the Miao family has set a price, then the price will be set in the future." Increase it by half. As for the medicine, you asked someone to send the guest list one day in advance. Who wants it? How much does it cost? I will ask someone to send the medicine to Jishi Hall. "

"This...I'm not afraid of running errands, but I still have to trouble Miss Zhao every day...You let me be a cover, don't you just don't want to show up? In this way, there will be a lot of back and forth between your house and Jishi Hall, I'm afraid it will cause trouble Others speculate. Wouldn't it be better if you just tell me how to make the prescription, just like selling Baihua ointment, and I will make the medicine while you just count the money?"

I chuckled, stood up, and looked at the window lattice.

This old man is greedy and he talks nicely, but in his heart he must be complaining about not trusting him.

So he deliberately said loudly: "What Dr. Zhang said is absolutely true. It's just that it's very troublesome to prepare this medicine. The dosage and heat are not the same. If it were made by the little masters in Jishitang, if it breaks, we will work hard to set it up." The signboard... This is nothing. I asked you to give the guest's name for no reason. It's just that the individual physiques are different, and the medicinal materials used are also slightly different. Although it is a bit troublesome, but the powerful people in the city , that’s all, ordinary people can’t afford it, so it won’t be a troublesome thing, Doctor Zhang, what do you think?”

"Yes, yes, I admire Miss Zhao for her thoughtfulness." Dr. Zhang said repeatedly.

As I expected, Mr. Miao, a playboy who no one dares to mess with in the north, is playful and loves to show off, and he never has any secrets in his mouth.

Within a few days, his heroic "magnificence" was publicized throughout the city.

Mr. Miao also got a new nickname because of this: Liu Lang.

Six times a night.Although it is definitely untrue, Mr. Miao really likes others to call him that.

The number of people who come to order the "strengthening and strengthening" pills is increasing day by day.

Xing'er pinched the small pill with his hand, squinted his eyes and looked around in the candlelight, and said: "Such a pill is more valuable than gold. Miss, after we finish the job, we can concentrate on business from now on." Well, this is really a way to make money."

As he said that, he turned to look at me with admiration on his face and said, "How did you get this brain? It's amazing. First you took the Baihua Ointment, and then this little pill. The money bags of these men and women were all wiped out by you." The conspiracy was in, and that person named Jiang, he would never have thought of falling for this..."

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at me as if he had never seen me before.

I know what he is thinking. How could I, a woman, come up with such a trick?
I pretended not to know what he was thinking, and kept pruning the wintersweet flowers as if nothing had happened, but the scene that night emerged uncontrollably in my mind, and I couldn't help but feel annoyed and resentful.

"Repay kindness in kind." I said coldly and softly.

Xing'er was puzzled and looked at me doubtfully: "What do you mean?"

Jiang Chujie finally appeared on the list.

Of course it was not the medicine he went to grab, but the name of a boy.

But Doctor Zhang made a mark: This person is a servant of the Chiang family and will definitely be a big customer in the future.

This old man is not good at medical skills, but he is really good at working in the camp.

Jiang Chujie has been suffering from impotence for a long time, and no doctor can cure it. Only the medicine I prepared will be effective. He is careful about me, and will definitely let people check the pills before they can take them with confidence.

But the pill was the same as the one given to Mr. Miao. It was beneficial and harmless to people. Only when Jiang Chujie took it himself could the medicine in the pill blend with the dark poison in his body and turn into a real poison.

At first, I didn’t think that day by day, year by year, like a big tree that is strong on the outside and has a strong trunk on the inside, it turns into a dead tree, which means that it is impossible to survive or die.

……

The bait was hooked and I was able to have a good sleep.

At night, while I was having a good dream, I suddenly heard the sound of fighting outside.

The little maid came over in a panic and said, "Oh no! Some Mongolians came and started fighting with Mr. Zhao!" There has been peace in the north for the past two years. Do those grassland tribes dare to enter the city and plunder again?
I put on my fur coat and went out.

Leng Yue Qinghui, several Mongolian men were lying on the ground groaning.

There is another person, Doctor Zhang.

He was kneeling on the ground with a cloth stuffed in his mouth and tied up. When he saw me, he kept making "oooooooo" noises.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but shudder, winked at Xing'er, and strode towards the study.

Soon, Xing'er dragged Doctor Zhang in. As soon as he pulled out the rag from his mouth, Doctor Zhang quickly knelt down and kowtowed:

"Miss Zhao, help me. The Mongolians captured me to treat a patient. The patient was poisoned by a poisoned knife. His wound was suppurating and he had tetanus. He couldn't be cured. As soon as they heard me saying that there was no cure, they were going to drag me out. Go out and chop."

"So, you just tell them that I can cure diseases?"

Through the screen, I couldn't see his expression, but I could only hear him hesitantly saying: "...They...they think I have good medical skills, but I, I just have a headache..."

"You can't even ignore the headache! I'll make you talk bad! I'll make you talk bad-" Xing'er kicked him in the face.

I thought for a moment and said in a deep voice: "Okay. I gave him his reputation. We can't ignore him if something happens to him."

"Thank you, Miss Zhao. Thank you, Miss Zhao." Dr. Zhang said with a tearful voice.

"Just go home quietly through the back door and pretend it didn't happen."

"Yes, yes, I'll take my leave. I'll go home now."

Xing'er pushed open the screen and said with a grimace, "Everyone in the yard saw it..."

I said calmly: "Doctor Zhang's mouth is gagged. What can he say? The servants at home are just curious. However, if we give the prescription to Dr. Zhang, we won't need him in the future, and we won't need Jishi Hall either." , anyway, after making so much money, I can find another way out when I stabilize in the future."

Xing'er nodded reluctantly.

"Don't be so sad. This is a good thing." I glanced at him, saw his surprise, and waved to him.

When he leaned over, I whispered in my ear: "Doctor Zhang has not been cooperating with him for a long time. Besides, it was originally to deal with Jiang Chujie. After the incident was completed, we had to find a way to escape. The Mongolians Isn’t coming here an opportunity? Maybe, there is still a chance to go to the capital. You go and invite those Mongolians over.”

Xing'er carried a long sword and pushed several Mongolians into the study.

I asked: "Which tribe are you from? Who is sick?"

A Mongolian leader who looked like a leader said: "We can't defeat you, we'll kill you or chop you into pieces, it's up to you!"

I laughed: "I won't kill you. There are no outsiders here. If you tell me clearly, I can save your master's life. Tetanus can be fatal in up to ten days. I just heard from Doctor Zhang that the injured person has been seriously ill for five days." , his life is in danger."

The Mongolian man's eyes were as wide as bells, his face full of worry, but he hesitated to speak, as if he had something to hide.

I ran through a few thoughts in my mind, and I had an intuition that the identity of the injured person must be unusual, so I said: "Just tell me which tribe you belong to. As for the patient, I will see him sooner or later."

"Wala." The leader hummed.

I was stunned for a moment and said to Xing'er: "Prepare the carriage and go overnight."

(End of this chapter)