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Chapter 392 Return to the world
Tang Zhao was about to ask another question when he heard a loud cough behind him. Tang Zhao quickly gave Wu Yi'er a look to leave, then turned around, patted his belly, and gave a charming smile.

Dr. Zhong, who was about to launch into a tirade, was immediately speechless. He could only angrily step forward, shove the bowl of medicine at him, and command, "Drink it."

"Another pregnancy-stabilizing medicine?" Tang Zhao wrinkled her nose at the sour and bitter smell emanating from the medicine bowl. "I'm already more than five months pregnant, and the pregnancy is very stable. I did a backflip while rescuing someone yesterday and I was fine!"

Dr. Zhong could hardly believe it. "You're heavily pregnant, how could you dare to do something so dangerous?"

"What happened? I heard from the Ghost Doctor that my maternal grandmother was fighting alongside my maternal grandfather when she was pregnant!"

"The Ghost Doctor also said that appropriate exercise is beneficial to fetal development," Tang Zhao said, glancing behind Dr. Zhong. "Don't you agree?"

Dr. Zhong turned around and glared at the Ghost Doctor: Look at what you've taught her!
The Ghost Doctor was also helpless. In his opinion, Tang Zhao was as strong as a calf and did not need to rest in bed like an ordinary woman. However, both Gu Ci and Old Man Zhong regarded Tang Zhao as a fragile vase. She needed help to get out of bed and take a few steps. A perfectly healthy person had to be taken care of to make her sick.

But given the reality that Tang Zhao just couldn't gain weight no matter how much he tried, his doctor's orders were hardly convincing, and he could only leave it to Old Man Zhong and Gu Ci to take care of him.

Well, most importantly, Tang Zhao promised him that as long as he stood by her side, she would let her child become his disciple in the future.

Faced with this enormous temptation, the already corrupt doctor's heart was completely and utterly skewed.

While watching Tang Zhao drink the medicine to prevent miscarriage, Dr. Zhong kept a watchful eye on the Ghost Doctor. Under immense pressure, the Ghost Doctor stood in front of Tang Zhao and asked, "When do you plan to take over at Renxintang?"

Dr. Zhong asked, puzzled, "What's it to you?"

"If you don't go, how will the Jin family come knocking on our door?" the Ghost Doctor argued confidently. "If we don't handle things between the Jin and Yang families properly, how can Zhaozhao return to the capital to rest and prepare for her pregnancy?"

Why don't you go?

The Ghost Doctor honestly said, "I'm afraid I'll poison the Jin family grandfather and grandson to death."

Dr. Zhong was displeased. He had already retired from the medical profession and had refused to see anyone who came to him for treatment all these years. How could the Jin family be worthy of his medical services?
But when Dr. Zhong looked at Tang Zhao's bulging belly, he said that the worst thing to do during pregnancy is to overthink. This girl was preoccupied with the political affairs of Jiangnan, so how could she rest and have a healthy pregnancy?
If anything goes wrong during childbirth, Dr. Zhong clenched his fist. “I’ll go right now,” he said, looking at Tang Zhao. “Don’t think that just because I’m not here, you can skip taking the pregnancy-preserving medicine. I’ll have Gu Ci watch you drink it three times a day. If you dare to skip even one dose, I’ll come back immediately.”

Tang Zhao nodded with a wry smile, "I understand."

The ancestral home of the Jin family, Cui Ting Garden.

The servants and maids kept their distance, and a middle-aged man carrying a medicine chest scrambled out of the house, crying, "Young Master, spare my life!"

Jin Ge, disheveled, chased after him, hitting him, "Useless thing! I've been taking medicine for so many days and there's been no improvement at all!"

"Young Master, these things can't be rushed. Please give me five more days!" The middle-aged man cried out in pain as he was kicked to the ground.

"Five days, five days, and another five days! How many five days have I given you already?!" Jin Ge kept punching and kicking.

The middle-aged man huddled on the ground, clutching his head. "Young master, for the kind of illness you have, medicine and acupuncture can only play a supporting role. To improve it, you need to change your lifestyle!"

Your unrestrained revelry every night leaves even the most skilled doctor helpless!
"You bastard, how dare you argue!" Jin Ge roared. "Men, drag this bastard away and have someone smash up his clinic!"

The middle-aged man pleaded repeatedly, but the servant suppressed his pleas.

Jin Ge sat down in a chair, panting. "Find another skilled doctor for the master." The steward looked distressed. "Young master, Doctor Wang is a famous doctor in Suzhou. If even he can't cure this, I'm afraid..." He swallowed the rest of his words under Jin Ge's fierce gaze.

"If Suzhou can't cure it, we'll look elsewhere. If Chongqing can't cure it, we'll look in the Turkic and Tibetan regions. I refuse to believe that no one in the world can cure my illness!"

The steward left the mansion with a bitter face, strolling along the street, thinking he really wanted to quit his job as steward and go farm on the estate.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
The manager's attention was drawn by the sound of the gong.

"Renxintang is opening, and Dr. Zhong will be personally seeing patients for the first ten days. People in need should hurry up and line up!"

"Dr. Zhong?" The manager, seeing the long queue in front of Renxin Hall, couldn't help but approach and ask expectantly, "Is this Dr. Zhong Lou, who is known as a medical sage and a reincarnation of Hua Tuo?"

The staff member from Renxintang smiled and said, "It is indeed Elder Zhong."

The manager was almost moved to tears. This was exactly what it meant to find a way out of a seemingly hopeless situation!
The steward waited patiently in line, and when it was finally his turn, he was asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Under the watchful eyes of the others, the manager stammered and remained silent, his old face flushed red.

Dr. Zhong stroked his beard. "Is there something you're having trouble saying?"

The manager nodded quickly.

"Come with me," Dr. Zhong stood up and walked to the back first, with the steward following closely behind into a separate small room.

"Please speak frankly about any illness you may have."

"It's not that I'm sick, it's my young master," the steward dared not hide the truth, "For some reason, two months ago, my young master became unusually vigorous in bed, needing to come at least seven times a night! A month passed like this, and then, suddenly, suddenly..."

Dr. Zhong was very understanding. "So you can't have sex?"

"Not really, it's just that it lasts for a very short time, less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea," the steward said, his old face burning with embarrassment. "My young master has seen many doctors and taken all sorts of medicines, but nothing has worked. He's getting more and more irritable. I wonder if Dr. Zhong could possibly help him?"

"Based on your description, your young master's premature ejaculation is caused by excessive sexual activity. As for whether it can be cured, I will need to take his pulse to know. Bring your young master to Renxintang tomorrow, and I will personally take his pulse."

The manager looked troubled. "I didn't know the old doctor might come to our house for a consultation. My young master can pay you three times, no, ten times the fee!"

Dr. Zhong refused, saying, "I have long since retired. I would not treat people casually, let alone come to their homes for consultations, unless it is for a free clinic."

The manager looked disappointed.

"I will inform the apprentice in advance and lead you directly into the courtyard, away from the sight of others," said Dr. Zhong, a doctor with high medical ethics. "I guarantee that your young master's privacy will not be leaked."

"Thank you, Doctor!" The steward was overjoyed, bowed deeply to Doctor Zhong, and then ran happily back to the Jin family to tell Jin Ge the good news.

Jin Ge had heard of Dr. Zhong's reputation and initially wanted to invite him to make a consultation. So even though he was unhappy with Dr. Zhong's haughty refusal to come to his home, he still reluctantly agreed.

The next day, Jin Ge changed into coarse clothes and quietly went to Renxintang with Mu Li.