Me! The dark horse of the Siheyuan, my wife Chen Xueru

"I'm afraid he's sick. Why don't we ask Yang Muzi to take a look? I heard he's a miracle doctor."

"No need." Even if I die, I would rather die than have him.

backyard.

Yang Muzi's door suddenly opened.

"how's it going?"

"Oh my god, that guy is fine!"

“It’s amazing!”

Everyone was shocked.

The man who was dying just now actually stood up at this moment. Except for his pale face, he looked normal. This was a heart attack, and Yang Muzi cured it. "So amazing..."

Qin Huairu felt even worse.

If they followed Yang Muzi, even if he didn't have Huichuntang, his medical skills would be enough for them to have enough food and clothing for the rest of their lives.

hey~~~

Qin Huairu, oh Qin Huairu, you were really blind. At this moment, Qin Huairu felt indescribable. "It's okay, it's okay, big brother is fine!" "That's great, Doctor Yang, we kowtow to you!"

"Thank you very much, Doctor Yang. This is a small token of my appreciation. Please accept it."

A young man took out a small yellow croaker and put it into Yang Muzi's hand, and then the group left the courtyard.

"This……"

Everyone in the courtyard had red eyes.

Qin Huairu regretted it even more. It had only been a short time, but Yang Muzi had earned more money than Jia Dongxu's monthly salary.

As night fell, the workers dragged their exhausted bodies back home. "What, Yang Muzi is the young master of Huichuntang." "How is this possible!"

"I don't believe that pretty boy can do medicine?" "Acting, he must be acting."

When the men who came home from get off work heard the news, they couldn't believe their ears.

"Brother Yang, I didn't expect you to be a miracle doctor. It's worth celebrating. I bought a bottle of wine today. I'll ask Yulan to cook two dishes and we can drink."

"Uncle He is here, come sit down!"

He Daqing took the wine and came to Yang Muzi's house. The two sat together and started drinking. "You can also cure myocardial infarction? It's amazing." He Daqing was full of admiration.

Yang Muzi smiled and said, "These are all folk remedies left by our ancestors, not worth mentioning. Let's drink."

Listening to the conversation between the two, Chen Xueru's face was full of pride.

In the past, Yang Muzi had treated her for irregular menstruation, which was a minor illness, so she didn't think Yang Muzi's medical skills were that great at the time.

Now it seems that the man's medical attainments far exceeded her imagination.

On the other side, at Uncle Yi's house, three uncles also gathered together to drink.

The third uncle looked unhappy: "Tell me, how did this kid become the young master of Huichun Hall?"

Auntie Yi smiled and said: "That's because the child is lucky."

"Go away!" Uncle Yi waved his hand impatiently: "What do women know? In my opinion, he is just acting."

Uncle Er nodded: "Yes, that guy is so young, but he can treat myocardial infarction. Only you old ladies believe in him."

Auntie Yi defended herself, “You don’t know, that man was almost dead when he came, but after Yang Muzi examined him, he stood up straight away.”

"The more mysterious your words are, the more problematic this is." Mr. 1663 frowned.

Uncle San smiled and said, "Whether you know medical skills or not, we will know if we try it."

Uncle Er: "How to try?"

Uncle San smiled and said, "It's simple. Our Jie Cheng has caught a bad cold these past two days. I'll send the child over to him later and let him treat him. Let's see how good he is!"

"Be careful. If he can't even cure a cold, how will he cry?

A miracle doctor?"

"Are you still waiting for someone? Go now."

"Let's go, let's go!" Uncle San took Yan Jiecheng to Yang Muzi's home.

As soon as they heard that Yang Muzi was going to treat Yan Jiecheng, everyone in the yard ran to the backyard to watch the fun.

"Hey, Uncle San is here, come sit down and have a couple of drinks!"

"Muzi, I'm not in the mood to drink right now. My child is so sick. Please take a look and see if he can be cured."

"Jiecheng, come here!" Yang Muzi waved his hand, asking Yan Jiecheng to come closer.

At this time, Yan Jiecheng was already a grown man, seventeen or eighteen years old, full of energy.

But now he looks sick, his face is pale and he doesn't look energetic at all.

Yang Muzi took a closer look, felt his pulse, and said with a smile, "It's just a minor problem. It's just that the evil wind has entered his body. The weather has been cold these past few days, and he probably got cold because he played too much at night."

"Can it be cured?" "Of course it can!"

Yang Muzi smiled, took out a silver needle, and gave Yan Jiecheng a few injections on his shoulder.

—After a quarter of an hour, remove the silver needle.

"Okay, the fever will go away soon, Auntie San."

"Why!"

"Go back and make some ginger soup for Jie Cheng. Drink a bowl of it while it's hot. You'll be well tomorrow morning."

Everyone is confused, so just give them two injections and then boil some ginger soup and they'll be fine.

I began to doubt Yang Muzi's medical skills again.

You know, in recent days, Yan Jiecheng has been taking medicine and drinking ginger soup every day, but his condition has not improved at all.

Could it be that your ginger soup is different from others’? “Is he okay?”

"Why do I feel like they are fooling me?" "That's right, two injections will do the trick, that's too much."

After half an hour.

"It's all right, it's all right, sir, the fever has gone down." "Oh, it's really good!"

At Uncle San's house, Aunt San's surprised voice came. "What? It's really good that it's solved."

"It seems that boy is not just acting, he really has the talent." "Amazing, really amazing."

The public opinion in the courtyard changed, and no one doubted Yang Muzi's medical skills anymore.

Yang Muzi, who was drinking, was also disturbed. "Muzi, take a look at my aunt's cold legs."

"Muzi, my eyes go dark when I squat, especially when I'm pooping. I've fallen into the pit three times. Look..."

"Well, there's something behind me..." People with all kinds of illnesses came to Yang Muzi for treatment.

Something even more magical happened. No matter what disease it was, Yang Muzi could cure it.

Although some serious cases cannot be cured on the spot, they can be greatly alleviated. "What a miracle doctor! We have a little miracle doctor in our hospital!" "That's great!"

"From now on, I'll go to Muzi for medical treatment!"

The neighbors looked at Yang Muzi differently.

In the past, everyone thought he was a laborer and looked down on him. Later, after he married Chen Xueru, he became an idle gigolo again.

It was not until his medical skills were revealed that everyone looked at him with respect.

In any era, people with special skills will always be looked up to.

What's more, Yang Muzi knows medical skills. Who can guarantee that he will not get sick for his whole life? He will be of great use in the future.

Who would dare to look down on Yang Muzi like before? Of course, some people are happy and some are sad.

The most unhappy ones were the Jia family and the deaf old lady.

In addition, Uncle One and Uncle Two were not in a good mood either. Yang Muzi's rise made them feel a huge threat.

He can treat illnesses and can easily win people's hearts, which will definitely shake their position over time.

The more weight Yang Muzi's words carry, the less their rights are squeezed.

In the end, Yang Muzi became the highest authority in the courtyard.

It was not until half past ten that the patients left Yang Muzi's home.

It's late at night. Tap-tock-tock...

There was a knock on the door suddenly.

Yang Muzi, who was about to go to sleep, had to stand up. "Who is it?"

"Muzi, I'm Auntie Yi." Auntie Yi? What is she doing here?

After opening the door, Auntie Yi walked in somewhat embarrassedly.

"Muzi, I'm sorry to bother you so late."

"Auntie Yi, what's the matter?" "Muzi, I, I, I..."

Auntie Yi mumbled for a long time but didn't say a complete sentence.

Yang Muzi smiled and said, "Auntie Yi, as the saying goes, no illness is too serious to be treated with a doctor. I am a doctor, so you should tell me what's wrong."

Yang Muzi guessed that Aunt Yi might have come to him for infertility treatment.

Aunt Yi has no children. This is her biggest pain, which she cannot tell others about.

That's why he waited until everyone left before secretly coming to look for me.

"Muzi, you know that your aunt Yi has no children. Can you feel her pulse and see what the problem is?"

"Well, Auntie Yi, please extend your hand!"

Yang Muzi felt Aunt Yi's pulse and said with a smile, "Aunt Yi, you are fine. You are not sick."

"Ah~~~Muzi, take another good look. If she's not sick, how could she not be able to have a baby?" Aunt Yi was anxious.

"Hehehe!"

Yang Muzi smiled and said, "Auntie Yi is wrong. Just because you are not sick doesn't mean you can have children."

"What does this mean?" Auntie Yi was puzzled.

Yang Muzi explained: "Men and women are like fields and seeds. If the seeds are bad, no matter how fertile the land is, crops will not grow."

This metaphor is very vivid, and Auntie Yi understood it immediately: "Muzi, what you mean is that I, Auntie Yi, am not sick, but it is your Uncle Yi who is sick, and it is his seeds that are not good."

“Correct!” “Wow…”

Auntie Yi cried, she had suffered so much injustice over the years. On the surface, she and Uncle Yi were a harmonious model couple.

In fact, Uncle Yi did not quarrel with Aunt Yi in order to maintain his moral standards.

When there was no one around late at night, Uncle Yi would often complain to Aunt Yi about not having children.

Auntie Yi was like a dumb person eating bitter herbs, she had no way of expressing her suffering. Of course, even she herself always thought that she was sick.

People in the old society all had this idea. If they couldn't have children, or gave birth to a daughter, they would blame the woman.

Although we live in a new society now, ideas that have been passed down for thousands of years cannot be changed all at once.

"Wuwuwu, Muzi, I am so wronged. That old man blames me when he says I can't have a baby. I deserve to be bullied by him for the rest of my life, wuwuwu..."

"Muzi, your life is so miserable~~~"

Aunt Yi was crying and venting all the grievances she had suffered over the years.

"Auntie Yi, please don't cry yet. Tomorrow, call Uncle Yi over and I'll take a look at him. There are many types of infertility problems, and some can be cured. If they are cured, then everything will be fine. You are still young, and it's not too late to have a child."

Yang Muzi advised. Treating Uncle Yi is a joke.

Even if he could cure him, he would not do it. It was not that Yang Muzi was cruel, but that Master Yi was a worthless person.

I don't know how many times he has been targeted. If Yang Muzi were to treat him, he must be really sick.

The reason for letting Uncle Yi in was to let the people in the hospital know that Uncle Yi had a health problem, so he couldn't have children.

"Okay, Muzi, thank you Auntie Yi." "Take care!"

Midnight, Central Courtyard.

"Yi Zhonghai, you are such a hypocritical person, now you know who is at fault...

"Muzi has already said that you are a bad seed!"

"Asshole, who told you to go to him for medical treatment?"

"Yi Zhonghai, what do you mean? You are sick and you won't let me see you." "Muzi said that he will let you see him tomorrow." "I won't go!"

"If you don't go, we'll get divorced!" "You..."

There was a loud noise coming from Uncle Yi's house.

It can be heard that Uncle Yi was very angry and Aunt Yi cried for half the night.

Early the next morning.

Auntie Yi took out her household registration booklet. "Let's get a divorce!"

Uncle Yi was annoyed: "Cuiyun, you are fooling around." Aunt Yi roared: "Yi Zhonghai, you are the one fooling around. You are sick, why don't you see a doctor?"

"I'm not sick!"

"I'm telling you, you have to see the doctor for this illness today, or else you can get a divorce. I'll just find a random man to marry, and when we have a child, I don't know where you can put your old face."

"are you mad at me!"

Uncle Yi was so annoyed by Aunt Yi that he couldn't even go to work.

In desperation, he had to bite the bullet and go to Yang Muzi for treatment. Yang Muzi held Uncle Yi's pulse, frowning. "How is it?" Uncle Yi was panicked.

Taking his hand off, Yang Muzi's face was very serious. Uncle Yi was even more scared. If a doctor wanted to scare a patient, he could scare the shit out of him. Aunt Yi asked anxiously, "Muzi, can it be cured?"

Yang Muzi smiled bitterly: "Uncle Yi, you have congenital dead sperm, I can't cure it."

Damn it!!! Uncle Yi is cracked.

As the eldest uncle, the highest leader of the courtyard, he was diagnosed with congenital dead sperm. If this were to get out, where would he put his face?

"Muzi, aren't you a miracle doctor?"

"There are also diseases that even miracle doctors cannot cure. Your disease is congenital, brought from birth. It's like a seed that has been a bad seed since the mother's womb, so..."

"do not talk!"

Uncle Yi's nose was crooked with anger, and he couldn't bear to listen any longer. What do you mean by bad from the womb? Isn't this just insulting people? "Hey, Muzi, you have to keep this a secret from Uncle Yi."

"rest assured!"

Yang Muzi patted his chest and promised: "I will never tell anyone, please trust my character, Uncle Yi."

"Then I feel relieved." Uncle Yi left Yang Muzi's house with a gloomy face.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Uncle San came back.

He is a teacher and has more flexible time. He can come back early if he doesn't have classes.

At this time, Yang Muzi also came back from outside carrying a bird cage.

"Muzi, I heard that your uncle Yi didn't go to work today, what happened?" "Uncle Yi came to see me for medical treatment."

"Mr. Yi is fine, what disease could he have?" "Congenital dead sperm."

"don't know!"

"It's just that I can't have children."

"What? You said they don't have children and it's Uncle Yi's problem." There was a gleam of gossip in Uncle San's little eyes.

"Uncle San, I'm only telling you this, and you can't tell anyone else."

"Hey, Muzi, what are you talking about? Your uncle is a teacher, and you still don't trust his character."

night.