Chapter 215: The Old Doctor

Leaving the Siheyuan, Li Da Xiong turned back and glared.

"Just wait, I, Li Da Xiong, will stand up someday."

"Those who look down on me, those who have bullied me, I remember them all."

Then he thought of Yu Li again.

He liked her that way—pretty, virtuous, yet abused by the Yan Family.

Such a woman should be held in the palm of one's hand, cared for gently.

As for Gu Ning, Qin Huairu, Liang Ladi and those widows, he had little interest; he preferred a young daughter‑in‑law.

Lou Xiao'e was also fine—pretty with a noble bearing.

Chen Hong was also fine, Chen Hong?

Thinking of Chen Hong made him shiver instantly.

This one can't be provoked.

Yu Li was still the best.

If Yang Qing learned that he dared to plot against Chen Hong, he would surely kill him.

Originally Yang Qing thought that after Jia Zhangshi made the first move, others would follow, but reality was different; damn, no one acted.

Even the Er Da Ye and the Xu Damao family, whom he considered most likely, showed no sign of movement.

Lou Xiao'e quite liked it and wasn't short of money, but Xu Damao wouldn't allow it.

"What are you doing? Don't you know what your status is?"

"Others can be flamboyant; you must stay low‑key, only then can others forget your Miss‑status."

Lou Xiao'e listened to the advice; if Xu Damao didn't permit, she stopped thinking about it.

Her family was actually okay; the décor was rather upscale.

The table was red‑wood, an Eight Immortals table, also red‑wood; two round chairs of small‑leaf rosewood; a main‑hall decorative painting, Xu Feihong's galloping horse picture.

Whether they truly didn't know or not, this level is here.

Their shared bed was an iron‑frame bed, which at the time symbolized wealth.

Lou Xiao'e held a Persian cat, looking very bored.

"Damao, can I find something to do?"

"Every day I'm idle, so boring; you won't let me play with others, so I can only gossip with those old women."

"Those old women also don't like talking to me."

Xu Damao.

"If you're idle at home and still unsatisfied, then being bored, hurry and give me a child."

"All this fuss every day, yet I never see any sign in your belly."

Lou Xiao'e touched her own belly.

"I'm also puzzled; you haven't stopped fussing, yet why do I have no sign at all?"

"Otherwise, shall we go to the hospital for a look?"

Xu Damao nodded.

"Then find time to get checked."

Lou Xiao'e said, puzzled.

"You aren't going?"

Xu Damao glared.

"Why would I go? You know how fierce I am."

"It's your land that's not good."

Lou Xiao'e didn't understand either, thought Xu Damao was right: if she couldn't bear a child, it was the woman's fault.

Men couldn't possibly have a problem.

"Fine, then I'll go see tomorrow."

She felt a bit uneasy; if she couldn't bear, what then? Xu Damao wouldn't divorce her, would he?

In the back courtyard, Yang Qing was pruning the branches of fruit trees, grape vines, and osmanthus trees.

Making them grow a bit more reasonably.

Chen Hong accompanied the old lady, who was nagging her about having children.

The old lady talked a lot; Chen Hong could only let the words go in one ear and out the other.

"These days are the best for having children; babies conceived now are all smart."

"Look, the little flowers are out and active, the trees are green too."

"Hong, we need to step up our effort."

Chen Hong was so nagged by the old lady that she lost her temper.

She could only keep assuring.

"Nai, this isn't just my problem; Yang Qing is useless, and letting me work alone won't help, right?"

"Don't worry, I won't drop the ball here."

Yang Qing, hearing from afar, felt his body go limp; he really couldn't stand it.

If his capital weren't okay, he would have done it long ago.

"Shall we go find an old doctor to get some Six-Flavor Rehmannia Pill?"

"Keeping on like this isn't sustainable; even a man of iron can't endure this."

"Or perhaps consult Liang Ladi and Qin Huairu?"

These two people are really good at having kids; they must have some trick.

Thinking of the two widows, a wave of heat rose in his lower abdomen.

Damn, spring has come—look at this state, and there's still a reaction.

At this point, Chen Hong really couldn't bear the old lady's nagging.

Yang Qing, come over.

Yang Qing nervously went over.

The old lady gave earnest instruction.

I heard Tong Ren Tang has a really skilled old master surnamed Li; since you're both home today, why not go take a look?

No response at all—that won't do either.

If you're sick, you ought to treat it early—we can't hide our illness and avoid doctors.

The old lady was swayed by Chen Hong's tone, still thinking Yang Qing was incapable.

Watching Chen Hong trying not to laugh and the old lady wearing an expression of caring for a mentally disabled person.

Yang Qing was speechless.

Alright, go.

He'd had enough—better to have kids early and enjoy peace early.

By the way, do you have that stuff everyone knows about?!

Watching the couple walk out of the little courtyard, the old lady smiled with satisfaction.

He spoke to the big and small flowers basking in the sun.

Soon you'll have a little master.

Tong Ren Tang, an old-brand Chinese medicine clinic.

In the past, Chinese doctors didn't separate medicine from pharmacy.

Doctors seldom write a prescription for you to fetch the medicine yourself; normally you gather the herbs yourself.

Yang Qing eyed the hall's senior practitioner: white-haired, youthful-faced, immortal aura and daoist bearing—clearly a highly skilled old Chinese doctor at a glance.

The couple got in line, reassured.

A good doctor is like that—has quite a few fans.

After waiting two hours, it was finally their turn.

Yang Qing opened his mouth to speak.

The old master raised a hand to stop him, reached for his wrist, and began taking his pulse.

After a moment, he gestured for Chen Hong to extend her hand.

Chen Hong obediently complied.

Thus the old master held one hand each, listened for a good while, then slowly withdrew his hands.

You want a child?

Damn, amazing—no need to say it, they already know.

Both of your bodies are fine.

It's just that your constitutions are a bit special.

If you want a child, you need to do it between 2 and 3 p. m. each month.

At other times, don't overexert— the more you overexert, the harder it is to conceive.

Yang Qing froze.

We still have to check the time?

The old master nodded.

Do you know the night-blooming cereus?

It only opens at a specific time at night, and the duration is very short.

Your wife's constitution is similar to the night-blooming cereus.

Her constitution is special—it's only open from 2 to 3 p. m.

This situation is rare, but not nonexistent.

Yang Qing half-believed it, yet thought it was nonsense, having studied biology.

The old master made him feel a bit mystical and dubious.

Do we not need to take medicine?

The old master shook his head.

No need; your bodies are fine—just exercise restraint later and you'll regain confidence.

Yang Qing shook his head.

No good, give me some medicine—I feel incapable.

You don't know—I have headaches, ringing ears, sore and weak limbs, and a listless spirit.

I'm sick, O divine elder—please save this young man.

The old master grinned.

He glanced at Yang Qing's build, then at Chen Hong's, seeming to understand something.

He waved his hand.

Come with me.

Yang Qing was delighted and immediately hurried after him.

Chen Hong blushed, feeling embarrassed.