The gentleman is knocking on the door

Chapter 246 Wonderful Fate

249
Soon Mrs. Zhou took out the pen and ink for Mi Congcong, but she was embarrassed and said: "Master Xiaoxian, I have pens and inks at home, but my husband has used up all the rice paper. I wonder if it is okay to write the prescription on the back of the rice paper?"

"That's fine." Seeing that Mrs. Zhou was holding a few pages of paper full of words, Mi Congcong smiled, looked at it, and couldn't help but said in surprise: "This word is really well written!"

This character is vigorous and powerful, and the font is majestic. It is said that the characters are like the person. From the characters, it can be seen that Zhou's husband should be an open-minded person.

In fact, not only the words are well written, but the above articles are also well written!
There was a proud smile on Zhou's face: "This is written by my husband!"

"Mr. Zhao is very talented!" Mi Congcong had guessed it just now, and couldn't help saying sincerely.

With such a good literary talent, it is not an exaggeration to call him "Mr."

When mentioning her son, Aunt Zhao's smile deepened, but there was a little helplessness in her smile: "Others say my son has a good literary talent, but he refuses to take the scientific examination, saying that he can do it without fame." You have come out on top, but now you don’t know where you’ve gone?”

Looking at the smiles on the faces of Aunt Zhao and Mrs. Zhou, Mi Congcong was a little curious: "Aunt Zhao, Aunt Zhao, aren't you worried about Mr. Zhao?"

The son didn't know where he went, how could the mother laugh?

Aunt Zhao smiled: "Master Mixian doesn't know something. My son has always had his own ideas since he was a child. He has never worried me, and he always keeps his word. He handed over to us three years ago when he left home. In the end, he said he would come back in five years, but it’s only three years now, so there’s nothing to worry about.”

Aunt Zhao’s son just left the whole family behind for three years, but Aunt Zhao and Mrs. Zhou didn’t complain at all, they didn’t even worry about it. Mi Congcong couldn’t understand their family. Zhao Youchang opened a prescription.

After writing the prescription, Mi Congcong dried the ink and folded it.

Just as he was about to hand over the prescription to Xiuzi to go to the pharmacy to get the medicine, he caught a glimpse of the inscription under the article on the front of the rice paper——Zhongyan.

In the blink of an eye, Mi Congcong thought of someone.

"Sister-in-law Zhao, is this Zhongyan Mr. Zhao's name?" Mi Congcong suppressed the shock in his heart, pretending to ask casually.

The name is Zhongyan, and the surname is Zhao. Mi Congcong is [-]% sure that Zhou's husband is probably the one he thought of.

Zhou smiled and said, "Zhongyan is my husband's name. My husband's surname is Zhao, and his name is Chuanzhe."

Something hit Mi Congcong hard in the heart.

Zhao Chuanzhe!Zhao Chuanzhe!
Back then, the resourceful and resourceful counselor next to the prince who cared about the people of the world!

In the end, because the prince was framed by Zhong Jingchao and the second prince, Zhao Chuanzhe, who was beheaded at the gate of the city, took the place of the prince!
Aunt Zhao noticed Mi Congcong's strangeness, and she couldn't help worrying: "Little Immortal Master, is there something wrong with you?"

Aunt Zhao didn't know that her son was inextricably linked to Mi Congcong in his previous life. The reason why Zhong Jingchao was able to frame the prince was because she heard that Zhao Chuanzhe had summoned big households in the capital to collect donations for the refugees. At that time, she also felt that those refugees were pitiful. So she asked the people in her village to donate [-] shi of grain, but she didn't know who changed the grain into poisonous rice, poisoning hundreds of refugees to death. This incident alarmed the old emperor, and the last investigation found out On the prince's head.

Although there is no evidence, Mi Congcong can be sure that the death of Zhao Chuanzhe was inseparable from Zhong Jingchao and the second prince, but they used their own hands to get rid of Zhao Chuanzhe. dissatisfied.

"It's just that I didn't sleep well last night. It's okay." Mi Congcong suppressed the confusion in his heart, smiled at Aunt Zhao, and then handed Fangzi to Xiuzi: "First catch three days."

After Xiuzi got the medicine back, Mi Congcong confessed to his mother-in-law and daughter-in-law: "Aunt Zhao, Aunt Zhao, I will come back for a follow-up visit in three days. Let the child drink more warm water when he wakes up. Try to let the child eat for the next few days." Take it easy."

"Okay, thank you little fairy teacher!" The two sent Mi Congcong out of the house gratefully.

"By the way, little fairy master, I haven't paid you yet!" Aunt Zhao chased after him tremblingly, and stuffed a piece of broken silver into Mi Congcong's hand: "Little fairy master, it stands to reason that we should pay more." It's just that we are short of money, and I will make up for the rest of the salary when my son comes back."

This little immortal teacher made another visit to the doctor and dispensed medicines, so the money she gave was indeed a bit low.

"Ma'am, this is enough." Mi Congcong took the broken silver and got into the carriage.

It was a long way from Leping Village when Mi Congcong opened the curtain and looked back, and saw Mrs. Zhao and Mrs. Zhou still standing at the entrance of the village watching her.

Mi Congcong put down the curtain, leaned against the car wall, and couldn't help but sigh the wonder of fate.

In her previous life, she was Zhong Jingchao's nominal wife. She and Zhao Chuanzhe could be said to be on opposite sides, but she never expected that in this life, she would get acquainted with his family in such a way.

Mi Congcong didn't go back to Huafu Street directly, nor did he go to the teahouse, but went to Gu Yu's small courtyard, because Xiao Can has been hiding in Gu's small courtyard to study medical books since he came back from Zhuangzi.

After hearing the words of Aunt Zhao's Zhou family, Mi Congcong knew that the doctors in these medical clinics in the county never travel far away, unless they are hired with a lot of money. People who live in remote areas like Feiyu County can't afford them Sitting as a doctor has caused many people who could obviously be cured to die in vain.

When Mi Congcong told Xiao Can about this phenomenon, Xiao Can immediately frowned.

I don't know how long it took before Xiao Can came out of his thoughts, and asked Mi Congcong in surprise: "Girl, why...why did you tell me this?"

The girl came here to tell him about this, not just to chat with him, right?

Mi Congcong smiled: "Doctor Xiao, if I fund you to open a medical clinic, would you dare to open it?"

Xiao Can's eyes that were already very energetic burst out with a strange light: "Girl, what do you mean..."

"I only contribute capital, and everything else is up to Dr. Xiao."

"Girl, I dare!" Xiao Can excitedly said after understanding Mi Congcong's intention.

"But Doctor Xiao, I have to make one thing clear to you. I don't want this medical clinic to lose money." Mi Congcong declared in advance.

In his previous life, he gave all his old background to those poor people. She didn't expect this hospital to bring her profits, but she hoped that this hospital would be convenient for those poor people who were really sick but couldn't afford to see them. She wanted to help them. The medical clinic must be kept open for a long time, instead of being compensated by Xiao Can.

"Girl, I understand." Xiao Can knew that it was not easy for Mi Congcong to do this, and even if he wanted to help someone, he would do so in private.

Mi Congcong knew Xiao Can's personality too well, so he had to remind in advance: "Doctor Xiao, sometimes there is not only one way to help people. The consultation fee can be waived, but the medicine must be paid. If some people really can't afford The money must be credited for the medicine, and they must be exchanged for the medicine with labor, such as letting them help dry the medicine, or exchange it with firewood, absolutely not for nothing!"

(End of this chapter)