Qianqianjie, kidnap a reborn prince back to the modern era

The Office of the Vice Minister of Works.

Song Qingfeng's family sat in the flower hall, and the atmosphere was tense.

Song Qingfeng's mother, Wei, was restless. The news her son brought made her excited and anxious.

"Mom, I want to try."

Song Qingfeng's heart, which had been wavering for a whole day, finally settled down and he made up his mind and said.

"I support my brother to give it a try. Instead of being crippled for the rest of his life, why not try again? What if Xinglin Medical Clinic can really do it?"

Song Mingyue looked at the family hesitating, stood up anxiously, and paced back and forth.

"Sit down! It's making me dizzy."

As soon as Wei heard that he needed to break his legs, he became nervous and couldn't make up his mind.

"Let's give it a try! Since the clinic dares to say that the leg can be restored, they must be able to do it. Moreover, this is the first patient of Xinglin Clinic. If the treatment is not good, they must know the serious consequences. By then, we will not let them gain a foothold in Kyoto."

"Tomorrow, bring more friends with you, visit more households, and put pressure on them. If they still dare to accept the treatment, they must be 100% sure."

Song Liu, the Vice Minister of Works, made the final decision.

Li day.

Just after the 9th hour, horse-drawn carriages gathered from all directions at Qingyin Lane on Yong'an Street, filling the not-so-spacious alley.

Although Song Qingfeng's father was only a minister of the Ministry of Works, he had a younger sister who was the emperor's favorite concubine, and a son of the extremely talented Prince Ning. When the young masters from various mansions who usually came to visit heard Song Qingfeng's call, they all rushed over to serve him.

"The imperial physicians at the Imperial Hospital can only ensure that the broken leg is reattached, but the leg cannot be prevented from becoming lame. Can the Xinglin Clinic also break and reattach the leg to ensure recovery?"

"real or fake?"

"I've never heard of Xinglin Clinic. When did it open?"

"Who is the doctor of Xinglin Clinic? How dare you challenge the Imperial Hospital?"

"If this really succeeds, then the medical skills of Xinglin Clinic will be no less than those of the Imperial Hospital, right?"

The crowd grew larger and larger. The people brought by Song Qingfeng, including the pedestrians who stopped to stop and the passers-by who saw the traffic and rushed over to watch the excitement, were all talking about it. The news spread more and more, and with deliberate dissemination, half of Kyoto city knew about it in a short time.

Song Qingfeng, his mother Wei, and his sister Song Mingyue came in the same carriage.

The housekeeper supported the limping Song Qingfeng and walked into the open door of Xinglin Medical Clinic again, followed by a group of relatives and friends.

The clean and bright lobby made the crowd slow down their pace unconsciously. Although there were many people coming in, the momentary quietness made the lobby not seem crowded.

Shilin and another young man were still standing behind the reception desk, with neither humble nor arrogant smiles on their faces, without any sense of pressure or embarrassment, which made Song Qingfeng and his mother unconsciously lose their momentum and put on a respectful attitude.

"Can you really ensure that my son's leg will recover?" Wei asked nervously.

"Yesterday, two doctors gave a confirmed diagnosis and said that the patient can recover through treatment."

Shilin smiled widely, his face looked so gentle that it made people feel more relaxed unconsciously.

"Then when can he recover?" Wei still felt uneasy. Her son was her life, the only legitimate son in the Song family, and her only hope in the Song family.

"The doctor's opinion yesterday was that I could get out of bed and walk around about a month after treatment, and through rehabilitation, I could fully recover within three months."

"How long will the treatment take?"

"According to the preliminary diagnosis, the operation will take about an hour and a half. Family members can wait in the lobby on the first floor."

"When can I get treatment?"

"Once you are sure, sign the opinion first, then pay the fee, and you can get treatment at any time afterwards."

Shilin's tone was gentle and affirmative, which gave Mrs. Song some confidence.

"The medical fee is not a problem, as long as my son's leg can be restored."

Wei didn't know what else to ask, but she still looked at her son with worry, unable to make a final decision.

Under such circumstances, Xinglin Medical Clinic did not panic at all as if facing a great enemy. It continued to explain patiently with a smile, which made Song Qingfeng 80% convinced.

He made a decision immediately and went up to the second floor with his housekeeper and another young man. Under the guidance of Doctor Zhou and Doctor Wang, they went to the operating room on the third floor.

Half an hour passed as the news was passed from person to person.

More and more people gathered in Qingyin Lane. Some boldly walked into Xinglin Medical Clinic and looked around the lobby, while others looked at the clean and bright lobby floor and did not dare to set foot.

Song Qingfeng and his family sat on chairs in the lobby, waiting anxiously.

The group of young masters who came with him saw Song Qingfeng going upstairs for the operation and walked out of the clinic in boredom.

After the Si hour, a strong fragrance wafted through the air of Qingyin Lane.

Everyone followed the scent and saw the plaque of "Tianyi Restaurant" hanging next to the clinic, and they were all stunned.

Has this place got a new owner?

The restaurant is opened in this alley. I wonder if the business people's brains have rusted. So many owners have changed here.

Some people were disdainful, some were on the sidelines, but most people were attracted by the sweet aroma, and inexplicably looked at the bright windows of the restaurant and secretly peeked inside.

Next to the gate, on the wall, there is a window made of fine colored glaze, through which you can clearly see what is going on inside.

Cups of novel shapes exude a subtle aroma that is sweet but not greasy and tempting.

There were plates of exquisitely shaped dishes with neatly arranged small cakes on them. They looked soft and fluffy, and one could almost smell the rich sweetness.

Everyone was whispering, no one knew what kind of pastry it was or what it tasted like.

Under the temptation of the aroma, many people's stomachs are aroused, and they stroke their stomachs and swallow their saliva.

At this time, the door of the restaurant opened wide, and young men and women wearing uniform gray-green men's clothing and pink-white women's clothing came out one after another. They were all under 20 years old, with their hair tied up in a bun, and they were neatly dressed.

Each person was dragging a tray with many small pieces of cakes and small cups of drinks on it. The shapes of the cakes looked the same as those in the window, but they were of different sizes.

These people stood in two rows, smiling as they looked at the crowd gathered in Qingyin Lane.

A young man in a sky-blue gown, with his hair tied up with a fine white jade crown, a face as handsome as a jade, slender fox eyes, and upturned tail horns, exuding a romantic and dashing look, walked out slowly from the lobby.

"Today, Tianyi Restaurant officially opens. We are giving away milk tea and small cakes to passers-by. These are our secret drinks and desserts. You can try them and see if they suit your taste. If you like them, you can come into the restaurant to eat, or you can buy some to bring back to your sisters at home, or bring them here to taste together."

Qiao Mu had a smile on his face, a pretty face, and a calm voice, filling the entire corridor of Qingyin Lane.