The young commander's little petite girl got mad at 70

Meng Wantang looked at those people coldly as they angrily scolded and accused her.

Just because she is a woman, a beautiful woman, people think that her clinic is run in an unclear manner and is not used to save people but to harm them.

He also insulted her indiscriminately.

Is it a huge mistake that she is pretty?

These people are ridiculous.

She looked at those people's faces carefully and memorized their appearances.

"Your mother came to see me yesterday for medical treatment, right?" Meng Wantang looked at those people coldly until the quarrel was almost over before asking.

Chen Shuqin said with red eyes: "My aunt came to our house yesterday and said she would introduce a very famous doctor to my mother. As a result, the two of them came to your place. My mother was fine during the day after seeing the doctor. She was in great spirits. Who knew that when she woke up this morning, she was gone! She was fine before, how could she die after seeing you once?"

"I saw two patients yesterday, one of whom was your mother. They came together, and I told her that her physical condition was very serious and asked her to go to the hospital for a checkup. I couldn't cure her here! She asked me to prescribe medicine, but I didn't give her any. When she left, she stood where you were standing and cursed at you. She said all kinds of nasty things."

Meng Wantang's voice was clear and powerful, and almost everyone could hear what she was saying.

"My second patient was a house call. After your mother left, I put up a house call sign. After returning from the house call, I gave the little girl some medicine, let her go home, and I closed the shop."

"If you don't believe me, you can ask the neighbors."

The lady who was selling clothes next door stood up and said, "Your mother-in-law cursed at people yesterday. She said that Dr. Meng was a quack and that there was no point in opening a clinic when he couldn't treat patients. Dr. Meng was also good-tempered and didn't argue with your old lady. Later, everyone knew what happened and shook their heads. We are all doing business, and we have encountered all kinds of weird customers. We understand."

Meng Wantang looked at the two women and understood them, but she really felt unhappy.

She reminded them in a cold voice: "If you think there is something wrong with your old lady's death, call the police and let them handle it. Don't come here to cause trouble. My store is here. If there is any problem, let the police come. Next time you come here to cause trouble, I will call the police and you will be the ones detained."

Chen Shuqin and her sisters-in-law were stunned and felt nervous.

They didn't dare say anything else and left in shame.

Meng Wantang looked at the people on the street with a gloomy look in her eyes. The older sister who was shopping for clothes next door sneered, "Go away! Go away quickly. If you really want to see the fun, just follow those two people and go to their house."

"spit!"

unlucky!

Who would go to a house where someone has died to watch the fun?

The people standing outside dispersed in an instant.

"Sister, thank you." Meng Wantang sincerely thanked the proprietress next door.

The lady boss of the clothing store smiled cheerfully and said, "Why thank you? I was hoping that if I had any headache or fever, you could take care of me."

"No need to look, you are in good health."

After Meng Wantang finished speaking, Ma Yulan laughed.

"Oh, I love hearing this!"

The two chatted and laughed, and their relationship became closer immediately.

There was a little girl watching Ma Yulan's room. She followed her to Meng Wantang's room, sat on a chair, and looked around Meng Wantang's room.

"Your room is different from ordinary clinics. It looks very comfortable, and the smell of medicine is also very pleasant." Ma Yulan liked it more and more as she looked at it.

Meng Wantang made two cups of tea and brought them over, placing them in front of Ma Yulan: "Try it, I made this flower tea myself, it's good for your health."

"Then I must try it."

Ma Yulan picked up the cup and took a sip. The tea was light, fragrant and delicious.

"Your tea is really good." Ma Yulan praised sincerely.

"It's full of medicinal herbs. I sorted them out and boiled a pot. It's a bit troublesome, and most people don't have the patience. It's not like tea, which can be steeped. I steeped it, but it didn't have the same effect as boiled tea."

Meng Wantang introduced.

Ma Yulan felt that Meng Wantang was amazing when she heard this: "You are amazing! I didn't expect that you are so young and yet you have this ability."

"I'm not young anymore, and my children will be going to college in a few years."

Ma Yulan exclaimed. She looked Meng Wantang up and down and said, "I really can't tell. I thought you were only twenty years old."

"I'm not that young. I'm almost 30."

"Not at all."

As the two were chatting, a business came from next door. The girl was too busy to handle it, so she ran over and called Ma Yulan.

"Sister, come back soon."

"coming!"

Ma Yulan stood up and said goodbye to Meng Wantang: "I'm going back first, you can come to my place when you have time."

"Row."

"Don't give it away."

As he spoke, the man disappeared.

When Meng Wantang chased her outside, Ma Yulan had already returned to her shop and was busy.

She stood at the door for a while before turning and going into the house.

There were footsteps behind her. She turned around and saw a familiar girl. She raised her eyebrows and said, "The medicine your mother gave you can last for two days. What are you doing here today?"

The girl said confidently: "I will work for you! You can keep the money, this will be regarded as interest."

As she spoke, the little girl picked up the mop and started mopping the floor.

Meng Wantang looked at the thin little girl, who worked very skillfully and it was obvious that she was someone who often did housework.

After mopping the floor, the little girl took a rag and wiped the cabinets and tables.

She found that this little girl was unusually clean.

After finishing her work, she did not stay in the front, but hid in the corner at the back, reading quietly with a book. It was a book about medicinal diet written by Meng Wantang, and the little girl was reading it with great interest.

"Do you understand?" Meng Wantang asked casually.

The girl said calmly, "Why can't you understand? This is no different from cooking."

Cooking is no different?

The difference is huge.

"Do you know that if there is a problem in the selection of these medicinal herbs, or if herbs that look similar but have completely opposite medicinal effects are put in the mix, people will die if they eat it?" Meng Wantang stared at the little girl. She saw the little girl's eyes suddenly light up, and she couldn't help but raise her hand to take the medicinal food from the little girl.

The little girl wanted to catch up, but she didn't dare. She followed her like a little pug, and whispered back, "I won't admit my mistake."

"Oh, I know." Meng Wantang put the medicinal food in the upper cabinet, picked up the Chinese herbal medicine encyclopedia, sat on the chair and read it, and said to the little girl casually, "Life is very short, you must cherish every minute and every second you have now. You can't lose your freedom because of some people and things, understand?"

The little girl nodded, but she didn't understand.

“Because it’s not worth it.”

It's not worth spending your life on scumbag.

"There are thousands of ways to take revenge. Which way of revenge do you think is more satisfying than sending someone to death?" Meng Wantang seemed to suddenly become interested and turned to ask the little girl.