After being busy for a few more days, Dong Wenye laboriously lifted his sore arm, turned his neck, kicked his legs, stretched his waist, and went out, these days in Yunzhou City, made him feel that it was better to be a martial artist, at least not only one arm.

Seeing Fu Zhao carefully spread out the medicinal herbs, more meticulous than his aunt taking care of his cousin, Dong Wenye shook his head, "Doctor Xian is not here, you can't take the opportunity to be lazy?" It's such a toss every day, and you're not afraid of being tired and going to see Hades early. ”

Fu Zhao turned his head, pushed Dong Wenye's suddenly approaching head away, and said, "It has nothing to do with that." ”

Looking at Fu Zhao's appearance of disliking him but treasure medicinal materials, Dong Wenye, who was aggrieved and surging into his heart, exploded, "Fu Zhao, you have to remember that we came to Yunzhou for official business, not to learn how to be a doctor!" The words were sonorous and powerful, and Dong Wenye himself felt that he was much taller in an instant.

Fu Zhao glanced at him, and with just one glance, Dong Wenye took a few steps back with his neck stalked, feeling that he had reached a safe distance, and Dong Wenye opened his mouth again, "What are you staring at me for?" Am I wrong? ”

"That's right." Saying this, Fu Zhao threw a fan to Dong Wenye, "Over there, go fan the fire first, don't use too hard." I'll take over in a moment. ”

Looking down at the pu fan that he had taken in his hand, Dong Wenye glared at Fu Zhao fiercely, turned around and walked forward for a while, then squatted in front of the clay stove and shook the fan gently. While meditating: The eldest husband can bend and stretch, he has stretched just now, and now it is time to bend.

Doctor Xian came back at this time, he saw that the two of them were busy, nodded with satisfaction, and had only one thought in his heart: Is it time to take an apprentice seriously.

When he received the news of the opening of Chunshengtang tomorrow, Liang Jingsheng breathed a sigh of relief. After the second aunt came that day, she sent someone to her every day to inquire about the news, but where could she know anything. Fortunately, the people from Chunshengtang went to Yuejizhai a few days ago to take the booklet and give a vague date for reopening, so she could be considered to have an explanation for the time being.

"Jing Sheng, will Chunsheng Hall really reopen tomorrow?" Liang Jingsheng looked at the second aunt with an anxious face, and only nodded woodenly, but she was amazed at the strength of the second aunt's feet, and it didn't take long for her to let Mozhu send the news.

"That'...... Then I'll go early tomorrow morning and let Dr. Xian take a look? ”

"Well, I'm afraid it's a little early."

"Didn't you say that the booklet had already been handed over to the people of Chunshengtang? Why can't you go tomorrow? Didn't you put my name first? In the end, the second aunt's expression was hideous.

Liang Jingsheng tilted her neck back quietly, "Second aunt, don't worry." ”

"How can I not be in a hurry? Do you know how old I am? What if the shop closes again? Am I going to wait until my hair is gray? ”

"Second aunt!" Liang Jingsheng amplified the volume, and the grandmother beside Second Lady Murong saw that the situation was not good, and helped to pull Second Lady Murong.

Liang Jingsheng avoided the second aunt who was about to pounce on her, "Didn't I show you the re-transcribed booklet?" But you should also know that before Chunshengtang asked Yue Jizhai to help register the roster, there were many patients next to you. ”

Second Lady Murong was already a little clear at this moment, "Then, when will I wait?" ”

Liang Jingsheng couldn't, so he had to say perfunctorily: "I'll go to Chunshengtang tomorrow to help you ask." ”

In the half month that Chunshengtang was closed, Dr. Xian did not rest, he asked Dong Wenye to help transcribe it, except for the medical records of patients in the early years, they were all recently treated patients, and after classifying and registering them, Dr. Xian decided the order of consultation, those who have no children for many years after getting married are ranked first, those who have women and no children under their knees are in the middle, and those who have just married are ranked last.

This is the first category that Dr. Xian feels needs to visit the doctor, and as for the others, after the previous category has been seen and prescribed medicine, they will be notified one by one to go to the medical center for treatment. Because in Dr. Xian's opinion, the second category at least has a daughter, and the last category, the newlywed Yan'er, is waiting and waiting, maybe he doesn't need to diagnose the pulse at all, and he will naturally be pregnant. As for Bao Sheng's son? Whew, what the hell is that.

I thought that during the closure of business, fewer people would come to the door to ask for children, but looking at the roster that Yue had helped register, I realized that they were thinking too much. Once this reputation goes out, there will only be more and more people, unless the shop is closed forever. Before reopening, Dr. Xian discussed with Fu Zhao and Dong Wenye and decided to limit the number of people who could see patients every day, so that even if he did not close, Dr. Xian would not be too tired.

Even though the sign on the door stated that the number of people who could see the doctor each day was limited, there were still many people waiting outside the next morning when the shop reopened. Looking at the number of people who were obviously in excess but gradually increasing, Fu Zhao and Dong Wenye glanced at each other, and they both turned to Dr. Xian. Doctor Xian remembered the nurseries who came to Fu Zhao to receive the silver, and glared at Fu Zhao fiercely, this stinky boy who was eager for quick success.

Fu Zhao and Dong Wenye were at one table, according to Dr. Xian's instructions, carefully inquired about some of the women in front of them, while inquiring, while taking notes, both sides were a little uncomfortable at the beginning, after all, there is a difference between men and women, gradually, Fu Zhao and Dong Wenye asked more, and the skin became thicker, and the changing women in front of them, seeing that the women in front of them were all seriously answering, in order to be able to pass on the family to their husbands, they all held back their shyness, gritted their teeth and answered truthfully. Moreover, if they hadn't passed the two 'little ghosts' in front of them first, they wouldn't have been able to see Dr. Xian sitting behind them.

When Liang Jingsheng arrived at the door of Chunsheng Hall, there were already a lot fewer people queuing outside. She just thought that there would be a lot of people on the day when Chunshengtang reopened, and she wanted to come later, but the second aunt was staring at it closely. She was about to take a step into the shop, but someone reached out to stop her.

"Young man, you can't run around, you have to queue up." A woman who was standing in line stopped in front of her, and pointed her finger to the back, "If you want to see a doctor, go to the back line." After a while, seeing Liang Jingsheng looking stunned and stunned, the mother-in-law said again, "Listen to the old woman, let your mother come to see the doctor by herself, since you want to have a son, don't die to save face." Then he muttered, "Why did you start to be in a hurry to give birth to a son at a young age?" Could it be that it is a single transmission of several generations? ”

"I'm not here to see a doctor, I'm looking for Dr. Xian for something." Liang Jingsheng explained.

"As long as you want to see Dr. Xian, you have to queue up!"

"That's it, who is queuing up here, who isn't looking for Dr. Xian?"

"You're so young, what son are you in a hurry to have?"

"That's it, the hair hasn't grown yet, let your mother give you a younger brother first."

……

After waiting for a while, but she didn't dare to get angry at the people in Chunshengtang, this Liang Jingsheng's words made her herself a target, everyone said a word, and I couldn't insert a word that Liang Jingsheng said, and the mouth only opened and closed in vain, closed and opened.

"What's noisy, no matter how noisy it is, don't line up." A sentence came from the front of everyone, which silenced everyone, not because of the side, but because they were all the part that exceeded the quota but did not leave. But although the mouth was not open, everyone's eyes still fell on Liang Jingsheng, green.

Liang Jingsheng couldn't, so he only arched his hand and was at the end of the line.

"Auntie...... Childe, you go to the shop to rest first, the slaves and maids are lining up here, and you will come back later? "It's Mo Ju who went out with Liang Jingsheng today, Mo Ju drew strips early, and it was a little difficult to pretend to be a man, so she was still dressed as a maid.

Before Liang Jingsheng could speak, there was a 'shh' in all directions. Seeing that everyone was making silent gestures towards their master and servant, Liang Jingsheng didn't speak, but only shook his head at Mo Ju. I've been to so many medical clinics, but this is the first time I've queued. Back then, whenever there was such a time, it was Fu Zhao who lined up. Liang Jingsheng couldn't figure it out, how did Fu Zhao treat her so well when she was by her side for so many years? Or maybe the calmness he had when he left her was definitely true.

Fu Zhao got up and finished shouting, but he didn't sit down for a long time, only watched her go farther and farther, and pinched the corner of the table tightly. Dong Wenye looked at the woman sitting in front of Fu Zhao and her face slowly changed, just like the corpse of the deceitful corpse slowly growing hair, and quickly stretched out his leg and kicked Fu Zhao, only to hear the 'click', Dong Wenye's eyes widened suddenly, and he immediately put away the second kick that was about to be kicked. The woman's face instantly turned from red to white, and she looked at Fu Zhao tremblingly. Seeing Liang Jingsheng turn around and stand still, Fu Zhao casually threw away the corner of the table in his hand, sat down indifferently, and then asked the next question.

The woman in front of her got up and walked away, Fu Zhao measured the number of people left, and turned to Dong Wenye, "Let's change." ”

"Huh?"

"You sit on my side."

Dong Wenye: "......" Who broke the table, in the end?