Chapter 166

Ma Zhongren had been anxiously waiting for his servant to come, but the wait lasted two hours, and his heart was scorched through.

You must know, his house was at most a three-quarter-hour walk from here; how many three-quarter-hours had passed?

At first, Yun Qiyue was inside treating people and hadn't come out, so he wasn't in a hurry.

But the problem was, the person had come out now.

And everyone was like a wolf or a tiger, wanting to snatch the opportunity from him.

He had already been snatched of one treatment opportunity before; was he going to be snatched again this time?

Thinking of this, Ma Zhongren glared at the servant, "What's bad, where are the banknotes?"

The servant looked uneasy, "Ma, Master... the Mistress said, said that if Master wants to take ten thousand taels of silver to treat an illness, it's... it's because Master's brain is ill..."

Hearing this, Ma Zhongren was not lightly angered.

But thinking of his wife's miserly appearance, he endured it for the time being, gritting his teeth, "Then, where is the silver?"

Don't tell him the silver wasn't brought.

Just as he thought this, he heard the servant say: "The Mistress didn't give it..."

Ma Zhongren felt dizzy and was about to faint.

Seeing this, Yun Qiyue reminded him indifferently: "Liver disease, it's best not to get angry."

Upon hearing this, Ma Zhongren immediately calmed his emotions, then smiled ingratiatingly, "Thank you, Ghost Doctor, but this... can you first..."

"No!" Yun Qiyue refused ruthlessly.

It wasn't that she truly had to see the money before treating someone.

It was just that after one surgery, the next one would also be very tiring, and she wanted to rest for a while.

Mainly, that illness wouldn't be fatal for a while.

Ma Zhongren was refused, and his face darkened.

Of course, not at Yun Qiyue, but at the servant, "Useless thing, go, follow me home to get the money."

He earned the money; couldn't he treat his own illness? That dead woman really had a wide reach.

Ma Zhongren left very unwillingly.

Yun Qiyue continued to take pulses, but the ones that followed were all minor ailments, which were very simple to handle, and Yun Qiyue didn't use her special medicine, just wrote prescriptions.

Those prescriptions were also looked at by Doctor Dong and Doctor Lv, and they were completely different from the prescriptions they had written in the past; they looked a bit hazy, but they also had a feeling of "so that's how it is."

In short, they couldn't understand them, but they couldn't help but admire them from the bottom of their hearts.

After all, they really hadn't seen anything wrong with them.

The two didn't disturb Yun Qiyue, just wanting to wait until Yun Qiyue wasn't busy to discuss them.

The old-fashioned Dong Yin, at this moment, didn't have the slightest look down on Yun Qiyue.

After all, who could touch a pulse and diagnose an illness? Who could take a person whose hands and legs were broken and reset them, and at such a fast speed, recover to that state?

In short, they couldn't do it.

This time, Ma Zhongren came very quickly, taking a carriage, and a round trip had only taken five quarter-hours.

However, Ma Zhongren looked a bit disheveled, because his clothes were slightly messy, and there were claw marks on his face; one look and you could tell he had had a big fight at home to get the money.

Looking at Ma Zhongren, Yun Qiyue said nothing, only indifferently: "Follow me in."

Ma Zhongren followed Yun Qiyue uneasily.

After the two entered the medical hall, everyone held their breath and waited.

They didn't know what Ma Zhongren, who was said to have a stomach full of water, would be like when he came out.

After all, no one had ever heard of the symptoms of Ma Zhongren that Yun Qiyue mentioned.

Time passed second by second, and after about another hour, Yun Qiyue walked out of the Ghost Doctor Pavilion.

Everyone subconsciously looked behind Yun Qiyue, and when they saw Ma Zhongren behind her, a series of "hiss" gasps were heard.

"Heaven—I can't believe my eyes."

"Me too, it's truly too magical."

"What the Ghost Doctor said was actually true."

And the source of everyone's disbelief was naturally Ma Zhongren.

When he went in, Ma Zhongren had elephant legs and a big stomach, while other parts were relatively thin.

Now, the stomach had subsided, the swelling on his legs had actually subsided, and Ma Zhongren was a whole size smaller.

If it weren't for the fact that the face was still the same face, everyone would have thought it was a plant brought by Yun Qiyue.

Really, completely different.

Those who were familiar with the large-sized Ma Zhongren were undoubtedly the most shocked.

And Ma Zhongren himself?

He only felt refreshed and had never felt so light; he felt a rebirth.

"Many thanks, Ghost Doctor." Ma Zhongren bowed and thanked Yun Qiyue sincerely.

"Money and goods are settled, that's all." Yun Qiyue remained indifferent.

But Ma Zhongren's face was still very grateful.

After Ma Zhongren left, the front of the Ghost Doctor Pavilion was quiet enough to hear a pin drop for a while.

Magical, simply too magical.

Then, everyone scrambled to line up and cut in line, waiting for Yun Qiyue to treat them with her miraculous hands.

However, at this time, Yun Qiyue announced: "Consultations for today end here."

After finishing, ignoring the surprised expressions of the crowd, Yun Qiyue walked into the Ghost Doctor Pavilion.

After entering, Yun Qiyue took out a note, which Chen Kui had given her when she came out just now.

On it were only a few words: Diagnosed, wait.

It was Ye Lanjue's handwriting.

Yun Qiyue was absolutely certain.

Because when she went to Ye Lanjue's study, Yun Qiyue had memorized Ye Lanjue's handwriting in her heart.

Of course, not intentionally, just, she looked at it once and remembered it.

The Imperial Uncle actually knows how to write little notes.

Yun Qiyue was very surprised, but she couldn't help but curl her lips and smile.

Why did she feel inexplicably happy?

At this time, in the tea house opposite, Ye Lanjue, who had finished "accompanying" Yun Qiyue through the surgery, looked at his clothes and couldn't help but frown.

"Is it dirty?" Ye Lanjue asked Chen Feng.

Chen Feng looked, and in the purple robe, nothing could be seen, so he shook his head, "Not dirty."

Ye Lanjue: "Is it wrinkled?"

Chen Feng looked again, "A... a little."

Lying on the roof for three or four hours, could it not be wrinkled? Unless the clothes were made of iron.

Upon hearing this, Ye Lanjue frowned.

Although the mask covered Ye Lanjue's expression, Chen Feng still sensed his master's inner displeasure.

However, when had his master ever paid such attention to his clothes?

Sigh, it wasn't until the future mistress appeared that his master became strange.

Sure enough, men in love become strange.

Chen Feng thought this, and heard Ye Lanjue order, "Hurry, go find clothes."

Chen Feng: "Now?"

It was getting late, and the future mistress might be finishing her consultations soon; would there be enough time?

Ye Lanjue looked coldly: "Why, you won't listen to my words anymore?"

Chen Feng shivered, "Listen—" Who would dare not listen?

Chen Feng left immediately, rushing toward the Regent's Mansion at his fastest speed.

And at this time, neither Ye Lanjue nor Chen Feng noticed that a figure was passing through the crowd and walking toward the inside of the Ghost Doctor Pavilion...