"Smack!" the teacup smashed to the ground with a crisp cracking sound, followed by the man's indignant roar.

"Didn't you already drink medicine according to her prescription? Why did you still go to Xinglintang to see a doctor?" Huang Shilang angrily stared at the four doctors with their heads hanging on the opposite side, eager to drop the teacup on their heads.

The four doctors all lowered their heads, looked at their noses and noses, and their noses looked at their hearts, and none of them would speak.

Huang Shilang was even more angry when he saw it, "Do you know what people outside are talking about us and Shuntang now?"

The heads of the four doctors were even lowered.

"They said that we and Shuntang are not as good as Xinglin Hall after all," Huang Shilang slapped the table angrily, "The reputation of Heshuntang for nearly a hundred years has been ruined by the four of you." ”

The four doctors glanced at each other, and they all saw a hint of disapproval in each other's eyes.

Compared to the reputation of Heshuntang, they care more about their own lives.

Especially Dr. Guo was a little dissatisfied in his heart, and felt that Huang Shilang didn't have a backache when he stood and spoke.

Of course he Huang Shilang didn't feel scared!

In the days when Huang Shiyi Lang was seriously ill, Huang Shilang refused to go back to the Hou Mansion under the pretext of being busy, and hid in Heshun Hall every day, until the news of Huang Shilang's death came out, and he pretended to return to the house in grief.

But the four of them were all called into the Southwest Hou Mansion to see Huang Shiyilang, especially Dr. Guo, almost from the onset of Huang Shiyilang's illness to his death, Dr. Guo was always there.

The fear of being infected and the pain of seeing Huang Shilang endure with his own eyes, Huang Shilang had never seen it, but they remembered it vividly.

Although I have eaten Mu Jin's recipe in the past few days, I feel scared in my heart after all, what if that recipe doesn't work, what if I .........

This fear tormented several of them day and night, and in just a few days, they lost more than ten pounds.

After hearing that Han Jiaerlang had gone to see Mu Jin on the second day of Huang Shiyilang's death, the four of them couldn't live anymore, so they made an appointment to go to Xinglin Hall in disguise and let Mu Jin diagnose the pulse.

After all, because of Huang Shiyilang's reason for having a waist dragon, there were people who went to Xinglin Hall to find Mu Jin to diagnose whether they had a waist dragon, but they didn't attract the attention of others at first, but who knew that they were recognized after the consultation......

However, if you recognize it, you can recognize it, anyway, Mu Jin said that they are in good health and have not been infected.

Of course, one's own life is more important than being embarrassed.

After listening to Huang Shilang scolding them angrily without any psychological burden, the four doctors angrily went to find Shopkeeper Xia.

"Fourth master, our income this month is 20% less than last month, it's not a way to go on like this. As soon as Huang Shilang entered the door, Shopkeeper Xia, who was holding an abacus to settle accounts, told him a news that made him even more upset.

Huang Shilang sat down with a gloomy face, he took over Heshuntang with joy, thinking of finding a way to get enough oil and water for himself first, but before he could make a move, Heshuntang's profit was affected by Xinglintang's monthly decline.

Not to mention fishing for oil and water, it's good not to be scolded.

Huang Shilang sat with a calm face for a moment, remembering what his father said to him last night, his eyes rolled, but he smiled again, "Uncle Xia, don't worry, some people and things look like they have the upper hand temporarily, but they don't know that the temporary scenery will not last long." ”

Shopkeeper Xia's eyes flashed and he looked at Huang Shilang.

Huang Shilang leaned forward and lowered his voice, "Uncle Xia, you go ........."

In Xinglin Hall, Song Yuma's body was raised for a few days, and it was finally announced by Mu Jin to be out of danger, and then it would be good to raise it for a while.

As soon as Mu Jin's voice fell, Princess Minghui's eyes turned red.

Song Juma held her hand tightly and helped her wipe away the tears on her cheeks, "What are you crying about, aren't I okay?"

In the past few days, he has seen another side of Princess Minghui.

It turns out that she is also a woman who can cry and get angry.

Princess Minghui looked up a little embarrassed, but found that Mu Jin had already walked out of the door, so she turned her head and avoided the horse's hand, the horse's attitude towards her in the past few days was very gentle, and it was like two people in the past, and what made her even more puzzled was that the horse still did something to her at every turn, such as wiping her tears and stroking her hair.

This was a scenario that Princess Minghui couldn't have imagined before.

She carefully enjoyed the warm time with the colt, and did not dare to ask why the colt had suddenly changed his attitude, for fear that the current warmth would be broken as soon as she spoke.

At present, such scenes only existed in her dreams before, so she should not think about more.

After living in Xinglin Hall for more than ten days, Song Horse was finally able to return to live in his house.

Song Yanzhao rushed back from the barracks and took him home in person, but the horse insisted on calling Mu Jin to go back with him, on the grounds that if he just returned home and felt unwell, he would feel more at ease with Mu Jin.

Mu Jin was helpless, and Princess Minghui looked at her like that, so she had to agree to follow her back to Osmanthus Lane.

Song Yuma secretly winked at Song Yanzhao, and he was suddenly scorched on the outside and tender on the inside.

Is this still his father, who has always considered himself high and does not ask about the world?

As soon as the group came out of Xinglin Hall, they ran into Han Yuntao.

"You, are you going out?" Han Yuntao's eyes suddenly lit up when he saw her, and when he saw Song Yanzhao standing side by side next to her, he couldn't help but look gloomy.

Mu Jin bowed his head slightly, "Looking for me?"

Song Yanzhao, who was next to Mu Jin, saw Han Yuntao, squinted his eyes and didn't speak.

Han Yuntao mustered up his courage and looked at Mu Jin, "I have something to do with you, can I borrow a step to speak?"

"If you have something to say here, Han Langjun!" Song Yanzhao frowned, and a sharp look flashed in his eyes when he looked at Han Yuntao.

Han Yuntao was not afraid, and raised his eyes to greet him, "Regarding my physical condition, I asked Mu Niangzi to check the pulse before, and now I still have some questions to ask, what's the matter?

Song Yanzhao hooked the corners of his mouth, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, "I hope this is really the case, not that some people have bad intentions and deliberately find excuses to achieve their ulterior goals." ”

"You!" Han Yuntao's face sank, and his eyes looked at Song Yanzhao sharply.

Song Yanzhao smiled at the corner of his mouth and looked back at him without giving in.

Both saw a clear hostility in each other's eyes, and sparks of hostility crackled silently in the air.

The group confronted each other at the entrance of Xinglin Hall, attracting passers-by to stop and look.

Mu Jin tugged at Song Yanzhao's sleeve, Song Yanzhao looked back at her, and the sharpness in his eyes disappeared.

"You go home first, I'll go back in a while, Han Langjun is here for treatment, it's not easy to turn away. Mu Jin said in a low voice.

Song Yanzhao's eyes flashed, and a happy smile appeared in his eyes.

Well, go home, he likes the word, the surname Han is a patient who comes to see a doctor, he can't be as familiar with a patient, right?