Starting with a cub, the superpower boss becomes the richest man by lying flat

Chapter 34 Master will bring your husband home soon

The old man over there smiled as he returned to his clinic, which looked old and shabby on the outside but was actually quite wealthy on the inside. Before he even got off the carriage, another young disciple came out to greet him. "Master, you're back! Master Meng has been waiting for you for a long time."

"Really?" The old man was happily helped off the carriage and walked quickly into the house. Suddenly he remembered something, went back to the carriage, took down a wooden box as if it were a treasure, and carried it into the house.

"Mr. Cui, where did you go to have fun again and are you back?" A clear yet somewhat weak voice sounded.

"Why are you here? Is your brother not feeling well or are you?" The old man stared at a pale young man sitting in a chair for a while. Seeing that his complexion was just a little worse and there was no anxiety between his brows, he asked jokingly.

"Can't you expect a little more from me?" The young man smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Does your condition get better just because I hope for it?" The old man rolled his eyes and said as he looked at the young man who had already put on thick clothes as autumn began.

"Okay, okay, it's all my fault. I said something wrong," the young man admitted beggingly, then asked curiously, "But I see your face is glowing. You seem to be in a good mood! Did you get some good herbs again?"

"Of course, I made a lot of money today. Come, let me show you something good." The old man opened half of the box in his hand and handed it to the young man.

"Wow, you happened to see this one. How come it looks better than the last one?" the young man asked with a smile.

"Hey, you're quite knowledgeable. With this thing, maybe your brother can wake up early."

"Really? Where did you get it? Do you still have it?"

"What are you thinking about? You're so lucky to ask that. This is not cabbage. You can have as much as you want." The old man took the box back like a treasure, held it in his hands and looked at it carefully, as if he was not looking at a ginseng, but a rare beauty.

"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot. I remember that you seemed to have passed the imperial examination and got the third place, right?" After looking for a long time, the old man suddenly remembered something and looked up and asked.

"That happened a while ago, why are you still bringing it up?"

"Why not? I'm telling you, I just took in a new apprentice today, a three-year-old kid. I taught him the soup recipe song, and he memorized it after just one lesson. Even when I asked him the next day, he still remembered it. Don't you want to see someone like that?"

The young man shook his head slightly. "Mr. Cui, I know what you want to do, but I won't let you down with my broken body."

"That's your fault! What's wrong with being in poor health? Who said you can't teach your apprentice if you're not in good health? Let me tell you, my apprentice has an older sister who cooks delicious food. And guess what I saw at their house?"

The young man laughed, but still cooperated and asked, "What did you see?"

"Hey, a big, live tiger! My little apprentice treated it like a big cat. It didn't bite him even when he did somersaults on top of it. He even gave it food!" The old man said with great joy. "I was quite scared at first, but then I found out that the big tiger was as well-behaved as a cat. I even touched it. Its fur was so smooth, wow."

"Is it really that magical?" The young man didn't quite believe it.

"Of course. In a couple of days I'll make this ginseng into medicine, then I'll take you to my apprentice's house to play and have his sister cook for us. I guarantee you've never eaten such delicious food." The little old man encouraged.

"Okay, if you have nothing to do, I will really go with you to broaden my horizons." The young man smiled and wanted to say something, but suddenly his face changed and he started coughing violently. As he coughed, spots of blood spurted out from his pale thin lips.

"Yi Chen!" The old man's expression changed, and he dropped the box in his hand and patted him on the back. After a long time, the young man's cough finally stopped. He slumped in the chair with a cold sweat on his forehead, half-closed his eyes, and gasped weakly.

The old man frowned and pinched one of his wrists to take his pulse. His frown became tighter and tighter. After he finished taking both hands, he sighed softly and said nothing.

"Mr. Cui, there's no need to do this. I know the condition of my own body and I can accept any result. It's just that my eldest brother..." Meng Yichen recovered a little and said with an unsteady breath.

"You don't need to worry about your brother. He's fine. It's only a matter of time before he wakes up. The problem now is you. I've told you many times not to stay up late. Don't stay up late. Get a good rest. Do you think your crappy book is so good? Ah? What book is more important than your health?" the old man said angrily.

"Well, that's it for me anyway. This is the only hobby I have in my life. I think I have to read enough books! Otherwise, when I go down, I will think that there are so many books I haven't read up there, and I will have no peace down there." Meng Yichen smiled self-deprecatingly. Anyone could see the bitterness in that smile.

"You!" The old man nodded his head, stood up and walked to the medicine cabinet. He opened a small locked drawer in the middle and took out a small medicine bottle and handed it to him. "Here, this is the medicine I made for you. Take one pill first, and take the rest home. Take one pill a day and see how it works. Come back to me for a pulse check in seven days."

Meng Yichen took it and poured out a pill, stuffing it into his mouth. He put the medicine bottle into his sleeve pocket and said to the old man, "You interrupted me as soon as I came in. I almost forgot what I came here for. Mr. Cui, please come with me! My brother's fingers can move today."

"Really?" The old man's eyes lit up.

"Really, Mr. Cui, do you think my brother... is about to wake up?" Meng Yichen asked expectantly.

"I'll have to wait and see. The medicine I prescribed last time was quite strong, so it's normal to have a reaction. By the time this medicine is finished, he probably won't just be able to move his fingers."

"Then let's go now!"

"Okay, let's go!" The old man put the ginseng in the medicine cabinet, locked it twice out of reassurance, and then followed the young man into his carriage.

Along the way, he kept telling Meng Yichen how "simple" Lin Xin's family was, how beautiful the village was, how smart Lin Nan was, and how delicious the food Lin Xin cooked was. In short, there was only one word: praise!

"Master Cui, the disciple you accepted is only three years old. You haven't even determined his personality yet, but you accepted him as a disciple. Aren't you afraid that he will be like Brother Mingyao when he grows up?" Meng Yichen really didn't want to listen to his praise, and it stabbed him in the heart.

"Tsk, you just can't stand seeing me doing well," the old man said, a rare sight, remaining calm even when hearing Zhai Mingyao's name. "Let me tell you, Xin and Nan are not like that. Do you know how I met them?"

Meng Yichen shook his head curiously.

"The ginseng they sold me last time was from the siblings. This time, this one was given to me by Xin, who said it was a gift from Nan Nan to me, her master. Their family is very poor, and you know how valuable this ginseng is. Yet, she gave it to me without even blinking an eye. This generosity is not something most people would have."

Meng Yichen nodded after hearing this.

"But are they so lucky? This kind of ginseng cannot be dug up casually. Some people may never see it in their entire life!" Meng Yichen felt a little curious about Lin Xin and her brother.

"Hehe," the little old man laughed quietly where he couldn't see, and a gleam of light flashed in his old eyes.

My dear disciple, Master will bring your husband home for you soon!
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