After the housekeeper left, Wang Changcheng's expression was still serious, carefully scrutinizing the pharmacological matching, and pondering repeatedly.

Wang Jiaomin looked at her father's positive appearance, and for some reason, some joy arose spontaneously in her heart.

Maybe it's because he saw that the prescription was valued by his father, and he was hopeful of being cured of his illness.

Or maybe it's thinking of a certain teenager, who was stupid that day.

About a quarter of an hour, the housekeeper returned and replied to Wang Changcheng: "Master of the house, the master is here, and he will go to the main hall immediately!"

As soon as he heard this, Wang Changcheng came back to his senses from the prescription, a little puzzled, and wanted to reproach the housekeeper: "Didn't I say that you should go to see where the old man is, and just go back and forth? How can I let him come over in person." ”

The housekeeper smiled bitterly and hurriedly bowed down to defend: "The master heard that the eldest lady was also there, but he took the initiative to come over in person." ”

Speaking of this, he squinted at Wang Jiaomin, and his voice couldn't help but drop a half-tone: "Young Master Liu is beside the master." ”

When the words settled, Ye Ling's color changed suddenly, and his face rose a little unpleasantly: "My cousin is not practicing in the outer courtyard of the sect, what are you running to our house all day long." ”

On the side, Wang Changcheng knew that his daughter didn't like her cousin, but to no avail. One's lips are sealed.

A father and daughter were waiting in front of the main hall, and soon an old man with gray hair and a young man with grace walked up.

The old man is Wang Jiaomin's grandfather, Wang Qingshan.

As soon as the old man saw Wang Jiaomin, he smiled: "Yo, Min'er knows that she has come to greet her grandfather?"

Wang Jiaomin put her hands behind her back, bowed slightly, and looked playful: "The main reason is that my father is too rigid, and he comes to greet him, how can I make my grandfather angry?"

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Wang Changcheng and his father glanced at each other and laughed.

When she entered the main hall, Wang Jiaomin took the prescription on the table and handed it to Wang Qingshan: "Grandpa, look, how is this character written?"

Wang Qingshan took it with a smile, originally thought it was Wang Jiaomin's handwriting, and he didn't plan to take a closer look, but after a glance, he couldn't help but look at it.

After a long time, Wang Qingshan came back to his senses and nodded in admiration: "It is indeed a good word, although the font is not written in pen and ink, but it still has a charm, and there is a sense of jumping between the lines. ”

Wang Changcheng thought that the old man had already discovered the problem after looking at it for so long, but he didn't expect him to be immersed in calligraphy fonts.

can only take the initiative to speak: "Father, you pay attention to this prescription, whether the pharmacological combination is effective for Min'er's condition." ”

As soon as these words came out, Wang Qingshan was stunned, lowered his head again, and changed his expression in an instant: "This prescription ...... It seems to be targeting the pathology of congenital cold disease. ”

Before Wang Qingshan could continue to speak, Wang Changcheng couldn't help but interject: "However, does my father also think that these medicinal materials are too commonplace?"

"Yes!" Wang Qingshan nodded and sighed: "We have used countless heavenly and earthly treasures, but we have no curative effect, can these ordinary medicinal materials really be effective?"

"But this pharmacological combination is indeed peculiar, one link after another, and the congenital cold disease is completely summarized. ”

Speaking of this, Wang Qingshan asked: "Which alchemy master's handwriting is this? Not only is the calligraphy and font transcendent, but even the pharmacology is just right, maybe it can really save Min'er." ”

However, the scene suddenly fell silent, and I saw Wang Changcheng smiling bitterly, but Wang Jiaomin was triumphant and thoughtful.

In the end, it was Wang Jiaomin who opened her mouth and told the whole story, talking about the chance encounter with the young man in the wilderness.

Between the words, Wang Jiaomin's eyebrows fluttered, and she seemed to have a good impression of the young man.

At this time, Wang Jiaomin's cousin, Fang Li, who had never spoken out, flashed a trace of coldness in his eyes, but he was not noticed by Wang Qingshan's father and son present.