Siheyuan: The beauty Xueru Huizhen, the birds are jealous

Under Yang Ming's strong suggestion, Yi Zhonghai was forced to swallow the unspeakable "mysterious potion". He was well aware of the embarrassment and awkwardness involved.

However, he knew that once the matter was leaked, he would be subject to endless ridicule and humiliation. Therefore, he chose to remain silent and acquiesce to it all, just to protect his fragile dignity.

Yi Zhonghai woke up in his own bed, and a mixture of indescribable stench almost suffocated him. He rushed to the pool in the yard and gargled frantically, trying to wash away the disgusting smell.

Only when he felt his mouth was almost numb did he finally stop what he was doing and staggered back into the house.

Faced with his wife's concern and inquiries, Yi Zhonghai suddenly became furious.

He angrily slapped his wife, asking her why she was so gullible and why she didn't choose to send him to the hospital when he was seriously ill, but let those people do whatever they wanted in the yard. He felt that his dignity was trampled on and his face was lost.

The wife was stunned by the sudden slap. She didn't understand why her husband was so angry after waking up.

She tried to explain that the situation was urgent and she panicked, so she believed what those people said. However, her explanation sounded so pale and weak to Yi Zhonghai.

Yi Zhonghai angrily accused his wife of not only having a physical defect and being unable to have children, but also of being so gullible. He recalled the moment he met his wife when he was still an employee of Loujia Steel Plant and fell in love with her at first sight.

Although everyone around him advised him not to marry a woman with a bad history, he was still bewitched by her beauty and chose to marry her. However, now (of money), he is full of resentment and disgust towards his wife.

The wife knew she was wrong and could only cry silently.

She knew that she had no job and no education, and could only rely on her husband for life. If she left her husband, she would not be able to survive. Therefore, she could only silently endure her husband's accusations and abuse.

It was a dark night, and the couple each had heavy thoughts in their minds. Although they lay on the same bed, it seemed as if there was an invisible wall between them, and they spent the night in silence.

With the arrival of dawn, the first ray of sunlight quietly slipped into the room, and a gentle call came from outside the door.

"Master Yi, are you feeling better?" a soft female voice asked, "Dongxu asked me to come and see you." Qin Huairu, who was also pregnant at the moment, stepped into Yi Zhonghai's house with slightly heavy steps.

Obviously, how could Jia Dongxu, who was indifferent to his mother, think of caring about Yi Zhonghai's health?

In fact, it was Qin Huairu, the "white lotus" that quietly bloomed in the secular world, who remembered what happened yesterday. In the final analysis, it was because she and Jia Dongxu asked Yi Zhonghai to help for a job opportunity, but he ended up being wronged and forced to take the unspeakable "medicine".

Although that was for the purpose of treating Yi Zhonghai's illness, such an experience was undoubtedly a humiliation for Yi Zhonghai.

Therefore, Qin Huairu was worried that this matter would affect the relationship between the two families, so she hurried over under the pretext of visiting a patient, hoping to take the initiative to repair the relationship.

When Yi Zhonghai heard Qin Huairu's words, a warm feeling surged in his heart.

At least, the sacrifices he made yesterday, his disciple Dongxu, and his "daughter-in-law" Qin Huairu, are all remembered in their hearts.

However, when Yi Zhonghai's eyes fell on Qin Huairu's slightly bulging belly, a bold idea suddenly flashed in his mind.

Since his wife is infertile, why not find a suitable person to continue his bloodline?

After all, raising a child who is related to you by blood is always safer than relying on outsiders for your old age, right? But this thought only flashed through Yi Zhonghai's mind, and he did not act rashly.

After all, Qin Huairu is pregnant at the moment.

Inside Baicao Hall, Yang Ming was sitting at the examination table, taking the pulse of a middle-aged man who came to seek medical treatment.

After carefully observing the middle-aged man's complexion and tongue coating, he picked up a brush and quickly wrote down the prescription on paper.

"Doctor Yang, my illness..." the middle-aged man asked nervously, "Is it okay?"

"Your condition is mainly caused by overwork and improper diet." Yang Ming explained, "Please follow this prescription and take the medicine for half a month. You should be able to get better."

After hearing this, the middle-aged man's worries finally dissipated.

He was relieved to see that the herbs on the prescription were not expensive. After all, as the breadwinner of the family, he was afraid of getting sick and not being able to afford the treatment.

Watching the middle-aged man's leaving, Yang Ming sighed softly.

Since he started to work in Sun Renxiang's clinic, he has truly realized the helplessness of being a doctor. He can only relieve the physical pain of patients, but cannot change their plight.

In his daily preparation of medicines, whenever he faced patients whose family conditions were not well-off, he would always carefully select medicinal materials that were both effective and economical.

Behind this, there is actually Sun Renxiang's tacit approval and support.

Mr. Sun has been practicing medicine all his life, and his clinic has always adhered to the bottom line of not oppressing poor people.

However, for those patients with affluent families, they seem to have a special pursuit of the rarity of medicinal materials. If the medicinal materials are not expensive enough, they will be suspicious and think that the efficacy is not enough.

Therefore, whether it is Sun Renxiang or him, when facing such patients, they would tend to prescribe more rare and expensive medicinal formulas.

It is not about pursuing the immediate effect of the medicine, but to satisfy their inner peace of mind and trust.

"but,"

"During these days in the clinic, my Chinese medicine skills have reached the seventh level,"

“This is really a joyful thing for me.”

Thanks to the constant stream of patients in the clinic, his medical skills were fully practiced and honed.

Now, relying solely on the skill of "looking", Yang Ming can roughly understand a person's health status, even those potential diseases that are not easy to detect.

"Yang Ming,"

At this time, Sun Renxiang walked slowly from the courtyard holding a pot of freshly brewed tea.

"You have made amazing progress during your time at the clinic,"

"My lifelong medical skills seem to have been passed on to you."

"how,"

"Are you interested in inheriting this clinic and becoming a real doctor?"

Sun Renxiang looked at Yang Ming in front of him, his eyes full of expectation and admiration.

He has devoted his life to the inheritance of medical skills, but finding a suitable successor is not easy. The appearance of Yang Ming undoubtedly brings him hope.

However, Yang Ming shook his head slightly with a hint of apology.