The medical concubine devoured the world

Chapter 105
After the old potter finished speaking, the unbearable and angry expressions on his face were mixed together.

"Mr. Yin, he's the newly ordered pot and utensils in your shop, and it's messed up? Don't worry, I'll watch him make it tomorrow!"

Meng Siyin hurriedly said no hurry.

She is not a virgin, and she doesn't care about everything, but seeing the old potter like this is really unbearable.

"Master, let me take a pulse for you first."

"That's really bothering you!"

The old potter stretched out his hand, his large hands were wrinkled, and the blood vessels were particularly conspicuous on the bony backs of his hands.

Meng Siyin stretched out his hand to check his pulse, and after confirming that he was only suffering from a seasonal cold, he turned to look at the people in the shop who were peeking at the probe.

"Master, it's not a big problem for you, I'll give you a prescription, you will take the prescription to the Meng Family Medical Center to get medicine, and say that I asked you to come, and they will know that when you come back, you will be on time. Just take the medicine and rest more!"

The old tinker bowed his hands in thanks.

Meng Siyin's expression was hesitant, and the old potter was puzzled by her unwillingness to speak.

"Storekeeper Yin, what else is there? Just say it straight, I can stand it!"

He said and patted his chest.

The old tinker was wearing a small cardigan, and his body had turned red and black due to the long years of iron work, like a piece of old embroidered iron.

"I have a way to solve the dilemma between your father and son."

The old potter's eyes lit up, after all, he still cared about his son.

"You said it, old man, I'm listening!"

Meng Siyin leaned over and said:

"The relationship between you and your son is nothing more than a misunderstanding. Although he is protesting like this now, doesn't he mean to disobey you? You still care about him as usual, and the misunderstanding will be resolved."

The old potter looked a little disappointed.

"You don't know, my incompetent son is very stubborn, and I didn't have to let him guard my stubborn stall, but he has no filial piety at all!"

Meng Siyin brought a cup of tea and handed it to him.

"Why is there no filial piety? You asked him to come back, but he didn't come back? Although he was a little dissatisfied, he still did what you wanted, didn't he?"

The old potter put the teacup on the table and retorted angrily.

"Then he smashed my business and destroyed my iron tools, which is too much..."

Meng Siyin interrupted him.

"Teacher, I'm a little unpleasant, please bear with me!"

"It's okay, it's okay, what can I say as a blacksmith, please say it, please say it!"

The old potter treated Meng Siyin very politely.

"You set fire to his medical books, and I am a medical student. The medical books are all accumulated by myself, all of which are hard work, how can he not be angry? If he is really like what you said, he can leave. He is thinking about whether you are a father, or stay by your side!"

Hearing her words, the old potter was thoughtful.

"Think about it again, this blacksmith shop is your life's hard work. If someone sets the shop on fire, you can't fight with him?"

"That's natural, I must fight my life to keep my shop..."

He responded as he spoke, the speed of speech was getting slower and slower, and the voice was getting smaller and smaller. At the end, there was no sound.

He looked back at his son who was peeking in the store, raised his hand tremblingly, and waved his hand to signal for his son to come over.

"Ling'er, come here!"

The voice was hoarse, but firm.

The old tinker's son was peeking with his head half-bared, and when he saw his father calling him suddenly, he pretended to be angry, and walked over slowly with his neck stuck.

"what's the matter?"

A pair of old hands covered his son's small hands. His hands had some thin calluses and scars left by sparks due to the iron work in recent days.

"I'm sorry for being a father!"

Meng Siyin was very surprised, but it also made sense, the old potter was a man of temperament.

"father……"

The old tinker's son is stupid. These days, he has been trying to do the right thing with his father, but he can't...

"Dad shouldn't burn your medical books, Daddy asked you to come back just..."

Dad asked you to come back just to want you to spend more time with Dad.

From ancient times to the present, old fathers have always been ashamed to express their emotions. To their children and to their parents, they are all deep and silent sacrifices.

The old tinker's son fell to his knees before him with a plop, laying his head on his heart, so that his tears would not be noticed.

"Father, it was my fault. I didn't mean to mess up your business. I knew that my father was getting old, and I was fighting against you. Father, my son is ashamed!"

Seeing the two release their previous suspicions, Meng Siyin's icy cheeks seemed to have tears running down her cheeks. She raised her hand and touched it, and it really did. Really, the parental affection was the most touching.

After a long time, the old potter and his son calmed down.

The two were very grateful to Meng Siyin, and the old cook wanted to repair the pots for Meng Siyin for free, instead of her final payment.

"Two different things, two different things!"

Meng Siyin shoved the prepared money bag into the hands of the old potter.

"It's as much as it should be, it can't be vague!"

The old potter had no choice but to accept it.

"Store manager Yin is bold, don't worry, I will make the pot as soon as possible and send it to you!"

Meng Siyin stood up to say goodbye to the old potter, and just turned around to leave, but was stopped by the old potter's son.

"Manager Yin! I have something to ask of you!"

Under the setting sun, Meng Siyin was dressed in a plain white and elegant long dress, and with her long hair pulled up high, she looked very good in the sunlight.

She turned around, guessed a few points in her heart, and asked with a smile on her face:

"What's the matter?"

The old tinker's son looked at Meng Siyin with tears on his face, then turned to look at his father.

The old tinker closed his eyes, raised his hand, wiped the tears from his face in a dignified manner, and nodded slowly.

The old potter's son knelt down and kowtowed to Meng Siyin.

"Manager Yin, I want to study medicine with you, please accept me as a disciple!"

Sure enough, Meng Siyin scolded inwardly, I don't even care about one apprentice, and now I accept another one?
Yes, there is an apprentice!

She laughed to herself and said to him solemnly:

"It's not impossible to accept you as a disciple, but after your father is sick!"

The old tinker's son nodded vigorously.

"Master Xie, that's natural!"

"No, I can't accept you."

Meng Siyin shook his head, and the old tinker's son asked with a puzzled face.

"what?"

"I have opened a medical hall. The great doctor in the hall is the grandson of the imperial physician and also my apprentice. His medical skills are superb. You can take him as a teacher! I have to be busy with some things in the palace and have no time to teach you!"

Although the words were blunt, they could be regarded as pointing the way for him. The son of the old potter was very happy, and it was a blessing in his life to be able to study medicine.

He nodded, grateful.

"Thank you, Master...No...Thank you, Mistress..."

Meng Siyin almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

Mistress?

Really speechless, this child is afraid that there is something wrong with him.

Meng Siyin waved his hand and dismissed him. After saying goodbye to the old pot maker, he turned around and left with his buddy.

Along the way, Meng Siyin felt very uncomfortable.

(End of this chapter)