In the dark, the old butler had expected such a result.

But he did not give up, as if a drowning man was about to grasp the last straw on the shore. He still opened his mouth and asked, "This... Really? I wonder what else you have to say? Do you want to prescribe some decoction and a few plasters for the young master? Can you ......?"

There is a way to care about it, but it is chaotic, how shrewd and capable Steward Zhou was, everyone in the house remembered the names one by one, and the long family banquet recipes were reported in one go without a single stumble, and now it was just a matter of chatting with the doctor, and it became stumbling and overwhelmed.

The old man twisted his gray beard vigorously, and was silent, just shaking his head.

"Mr. ......"

Only then did Wang Langzhong raise his head and wave his hand again and again. "Alas, there is nothing that can be done! I've been practicing medicine for 20 years, and this is the only case where I can't even prescribe medicine. My signboard is smashed! You want me to prescribe some medicine to the eldest young master, if I really prescribe it to you, it is useless not to say, but it is to blackmail the money in your house, it is better to tell me frankly! In my opinion, you should be smarter! ”

The doctor looked very depressed: "Hey! It's useless to say more, according to the previous agreement, I won't take a penny. These two hours, it's disturbing! After speaking, Lao Langzhong clenched his fists and went outside.

"Sir, please stay!" But it was the voice of the head of the house.

As soon as the words fell, a small servant had already stepped forward quickly, holding a silver ticket in both hands. Lan Fengshan took it, stepped forward quickly, and handed it to Lang Zhong with both hands: "No matter what you say, since Mr. is here, there is no reason to leave empty-handed." My Lan family has already let out the wind: as long as it is a serious doctor, who is willing to come to treat the dog, whether it is successful or not, there will be a reward. Mr. can not do it, but our Lan family can't not give it! ”

The old man insisted on not accepting it, and it was another shirk of your back and forth. In the end, Wang Langzhong claimed that he still took half of the money according to his master's instructions, according to the old practice, one is sincerity, and the other is apology.

"The young master's illness, the old man is helpless, and he can't relieve the general's worries, it's really ashamed! Since half of the money has been collected, the old man might as well leave two sentences of entrustment, and it will not be in vain to accept people's money. The young master's illness is a rare and vicious disease, which cannot be cured by medicinal stones, and it will inevitably be a disaster for life in the long run. In order to avoid this bad luck, the old man left a set of tricks, which had been passed on to the eldest young master, and the things he planned were nothing more than to dissolve the lesions, relax the meridians and activate the meridians, and strengthen the body, so as not to continue to aggravate the leg disease. If this exercise is persistent, although it will not cure the leg disease, it will certainly prevent the necrotic stiffness from spreading upwards and harming the torso. The general must take good care of the young master, let him practice this drill every day, and never give up halfway. Remember! Remember! ”

"Mr. Toyoyama Xie's gift!" The head of the Lan family went to the end.

Wang Langzhong didn't say anything more, just returned the salute, then leveled the scarf, didn't turn his head back, and went straight to the door of the mansion.

Lan Fengshan didn't stretch out his hand to stop him, but just dodged away slightly, and watched Wang Langzhong go out and walk away. Steward Zhou saw it clearly: the head of the house had a calm face on his face, but the look in his eyes was not right - the mood changed suddenly, there was disappointment, anger, anxiety, unwillingness, and there was even a faint hatred!

Who is to blame for this? Things have come to this point, and no matter how good the cultivation is, I am afraid that they will lose their temper! threw a lot of money, thinking that he could visit the world's famous doctors, but Lang Zhong came and went, full of ambition when he entered the door, and was depressed when he went out, a full twenty-one doctors, no exception! One by one, they are all high-sounding, and if they can't cure the disease, they must pretend to be modest, persuade each other with good words for a while, push the responsibility, talk about how the disease is strange, how serious it is, and how difficult it is to prescribe medicine, and then leave behind what kind of "gymnastics" of Raushzi, dozens of mouths all say that they can "control the lesion", and they all tell the eldest young master to "persevere". But today, all the shrewd people in the inner courtyard remember it clearly: among the twenty or so Langzhong, there are already seven sets of different sets of manipulation just before and after! The little master who is less than five years old has learned and learned, and he can't draw a scoop according to the gourd, and none of them can be effective!

All Lang Zhong said similar things, and the people in Lan Mansion heard more, so their ears naturally became calloused.

As for this Wang Langzhong just now, he looked sincere, but in fact, he just did useless work, and he put it like that, and the fifty taels of silver tickets fluttered in his hand!

"Master, why did you give him those hundred taels of silver tickets? This quack doctor is full of nonsense, even if he only takes half of it, he is still a white wolf with empty gloves! Aren't we losing money inside?! "At this moment, except for Steward Zhou, absolutely no one dares to come up and provoke the tiger whiskers of the head of the family and touch this moldy head!

"How can I not see this nonsense? But our family's words have been released before, even if the surname Wang is the best quack doctor and waste dim sum, he is also a serious businessman, so we can't not give it! The general held back his cheeks, desperately trying not to roar out, but his changing expression and uncertain eyes still betrayed him, "Besides, if I don't pull out a hairie in a rage, what will the people of Yangguan Dao say about my Lan family?" What do you say about my Lanfeng Mountain? Didn't the other two see our jokes enough this time? Isn't there enough jokes about me in the second and third rooms at home?! ”

The voice became louder and louder, and the anger gradually rose, and everyone in the courtyard did not dare to breathe.

was at a stalemate, and a slender figure hurriedly came out of the Buddha hall in the wing, broke free from the maid's support in a few steps, and came to the door in a blink of an eye: "How is Wang'er?" Is there a result this time? What about doctors? Why did you leave so quickly? ”

The body is slender, the slender waist can be grasped, a long plain dress, the skirt is like a flowing cloud floating in the air, the cyan mandarin duck flower jacket reflects the willow leaf thin eyebrows, veined eyes and vermilion sandalwood lips, three thousand green silk coiled on the top of the head, like a cloud hair bun with a hosta throughout. In a hurry, a few locks of black hair didn't have time to take care of it, like a trickle of mountain streams flying down, grazing over his cheeks like congealed fat.

Who else could it be if the person who came was not the hostess of the Lan family's big house and the biological mother of the eldest young master, Wu Lan!

Judging from the faces of the people in the courtyard, this scene of the hostess worrying about the result and everyone being speechless may have been staged many times. This plot has been rehearsed so well that the housewife doesn't have to wait for her husband or other subordinates to talk, just by looking at everyone's faces, you can know that the result is not good.

"The doctor is gone?"

Everyone nodded.

"And you say it can't be cured?" The hostess's voice began to tremble just right.

Everyone nodded.

"Still can't prescribe a prescription?" The woman's voice trembled even more.

The crowd continued to nod.

"Nothing but?" The voice has a crying tone, which should have been absent during the previous "rehearsals".

This time, everyone shook their heads.

There was a brief silence.

There was no "actor" answering.

The "script" here is not written like this either. Originally, when she arrived here, the hostess should have been either anxious or panicked, and she began to contact the next Lang Zhong in a hurry, and the male host would stand up and persuade her to calm down.

But this time, the hostess seemed to have forgotten the words.

With a scream, the "drama stage" disappeared, and everything returned to the front yard of Yangcheng Lanfu. The old mothers around them all screamed when they saw that the main mother's body was weak and she fainted to the ground, and even Lan Fengshan had no idea in an instant. Everyone did it together, supporting the support, beating the back, pinching the people, irrigating the water, a rush of chaos, so lively.

It seems that this "drama" is still a mess in the end.