Shilin, the clinic's director, was standing at the consultation desk. When he saw the hesitant man, he had already guessed his identity.

At this time, he smiled politely and greeted, "This noble young man, you can come in and take a look. Go up to the second floor and let the doctor on duty check the specific condition first."

Shilin is in his early twenties. He is calm yet smart, and has a natural smile on his face. No matter what his mood is, he always looks smiling.

When I was seven or eight years old, my hometown suffered a famine.

While fleeing from famine, his parents cooked the flesh sliced ​​from their starving sister and tricked him into eating it.

When he was lying beside them with only his last breath left, he was picked up by Baili Ming who was coming down the mountain and brought back to Yumai Mountain.

He spent ten years in training at the base and acquired a lot of skills.

In order to forget that painful memory, he dropped his surname, and on the day he left the mountains, he changed his name to Shilin.

Two years ago, he followed Qiao Mu to Kyoto and started the layout of Qianmai Palace in Kyoto. This time, he was appointed by Yun Qianyou to be the head of this clinic, and he was extremely grateful.

Song Qingfeng stepped carefully on the smooth floor, his heart full of hope but also uneasy.

Under the guidance of Shilin, he and the housekeeper's servant came to the second floor, where Doctor Zhou and Doctor Wang were sitting in the clinic reading books.

Both of them came to Qianmai Palace four or five years ago.

As doctors, when they were powerless and about to give up on their beloved ones, they met Qian You who was coming down the mountain, and she helped heal their family.

Later, they became disciples and followed Yun Qianyou wholeheartedly to learn medical skills, especially the ability to treat surgical injuries, and made rapid progress.

Later, they brought their entire family to join the Qianmai Palace family, and their lives have been worry-free ever since.

"Doctor Zhou, Doctor Wang, this young man has a leg disease. Please take a look and see if you can treat it."

Shilin politely led Song Qingfeng to Doctor Zhou's consulting room.

"Get on the bed and pull up your trouser legs."

Doctor Zhou and Doctor Wang put on gloves and came over.

These are the medical supplies provided to them by Yun Qianyou.

Over the years, they have become accustomed to such operational requirements.

"After you broke your leg, the bone was misaligned during the setting, causing it to be different in length now. It should also be accompanied by rainy and cold winter days. You may have leg pain, right?"

Doctor Zhou asked him to confirm after feeling his bones.

"Yes, doctor. Is there any possibility of cure?" Song Qingfeng asked nervously, as if he really saw hope.

"Yes!" Doctor Zhou answered affirmatively.

"Then treat it quickly!"

Song Qingfeng's eyes were filled with fire, burning up his long-extinguished hope.

"I need to discuss the treatment with you. Because your leg was dislocated before, it needs to be broken and reattached at the original location. The recovery time is about three months, and you can return to normal."

"Interrupt? Reconnect? Will it hurt? Will it fail to reconnect and I'll become paralyzed again?" Song Qingfeng was a little hesitant. He couldn't believe this statement.

"Pain is inevitable, but we will use anesthetics before treatment, so you won't feel any pain. There will be some pain after waking up, but it should be within the tolerable range. But if you are afraid of pain, you can also use some drugs to control the pain. As for your concern about not being able to connect, from the clinic's perspective, since this treatment plan has been given, there is no such possibility. But whether you can gain the patient's trust and whether to treat him or not is a decision you need to make yourself."

Doctor Zhou and Doctor Wang both gave the same explanation.

Song Qingfeng hesitated again and again, somewhat undecided, but unwilling to miss this opportunity, he finally said goodbye hesitantly and left the clinic.

Shilin saw us off with a smile as always.

The three people upstairs looked at the departing carriage and smiled faintly.

"When he comes again tomorrow, he will probably bring a lot of people with him. This is the effect we want." Yun Qianyou smiled calmly.

"Everything is ready, the east wind has arrived. Tomorrow is the official opening day for the restaurant and clinic. Give the order and get everything ready."

Yun Qianyou smiled at Qiao Mu, and they both nodded in tacit understanding.

The gentle light in Qiao Mu's eyes doted on Qian You.

"I arranged for the restaurant to make some milk tea and small cakes, which were offered for free tasting and sale at the window to highlight our characteristics."

These days, under Qian You's guidance, the restaurant's chef has prepared many new dishes, pastries and drinks that are not available in other restaurants in Kyoto. He absolutely believes that Tianyi Restaurant will make a big splash tomorrow.

"You arrange for Sister Hongye to prepare three energetic songs and dances and go on stage at noon. Then you arrange for a storyteller to start talking about the first chapter of 'Mythical Journey to the West'. This will promote it earlier than the bookstore and will have a better effect."

Qian You smiled brightly and continued making arrangements.

"All the dishes in the restaurant will be displayed with pictures. We will launch a signature dish every day at half price. We will see how it goes. We will tentatively set it for a month."

"Okay, we will open for business tomorrow."

Qiao Mu was full of confidence, and his eyes were filled with doting.

Yin Jie watched the interaction between the two and was even more surprised at the extraordinary business ability of the young woman in front of him.

After being promoted to the supervisor position, he found out that the young master of the huge Qianmai Palace, who was rumored to be elusive, was actually a little girl who had not yet reached marriage age.

He returned to Kyoto yesterday and found out that the young master was actually the concubine's daughter of Prime Minister Yun of Dongcang Kingdom. Although she was not favored, it still surprised him.

He collected his thoughts, responded to the conversation between the young master and the chief, and expressed his own views.

"Yes, Song Qingfeng must have brought a group of young men. First, he attracted these lazy and sociable young men in Kyoto. Then, through them, word of mouth spread and brought young men and women, making Tianyi Restaurant the favorite place for young people in Kyoto. Then, through special dishes and special services, we can attract dignitaries and use it as the main place for banquets and negotiations. We spies can learn more information from them, or we can guide public opinion and get the answers we want."

"Yin Jie is right, that's exactly what I meant."

Qian You looked at the man in his thirties with admiration and nodded slightly.

Yin Jie joined Qianmai Palace three years ago. When his life was hanging by a thread, he was saved by Qiao Mu.

Qiao Mu took him to the inn to recuperate, and the two had a very pleasant conversation.

Yin Jie had traveled among the four countries since he was a child and had seen a lot, which aroused Qiao Mu's great interest.

His outstanding information analysis ability and decent martial arts skills just happened to meet Qian You's requirements for expanding the information intelligence organization.

Qiao Mu introduced him to Qian You, and he was shocked to learn that Qianmai Palace, an extremely powerful emerging force in the martial arts world, was actually controlled by a little girl.

After recovering from his injuries, he took the initiative to join Qianmai Palace and was responsible for the spy organization that Yun Qianyou was planning to build.

In three years, Qianmai Palace Spy Shadow has mastered all kinds of information about Dongcang and the three surrounding countries, becoming the largest and most prominent hidden information agency in the world.

Sometimes Yun Qianyou got the news about the neighboring countries even faster than the imperial court, which is exactly what we can call a duck that knows first when the river water warms in spring.

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