I really don't want to take shortcuts anymore

Chapter 395 The joys and sorrows in the world are not the same

Qin Sang was still the same as before, not missing any opportunity to cause trouble between Ji'antang and Luo Qianhuai. Whenever he encountered an incurable disease, he would sincerely recommend Jing Langzhong from Ji'antang.

It's a pity that nine out of ten patients that he couldn't cure were rejuvenated by Luo Qianhuai's skillful hands. On the contrary, Ji'antang's brand name was raised higher and higher.

Qin Sang was not without benefits. At least he gained a good reputation for not being jealous of talents and talents, which made some of his colleagues who had previously looked down upon him change their minds.

The patient, an elderly man in his fifties, was carried here by his two sons using door panels. When Luo Qianhuai went out, the door panel had been placed on the steps under the eaves. Tan Fei and two newly recruited pharmacy clerks were arguing with the family members.

As soon as he saw Luo Qianhuai coming out, Tan Fei seemed to have found a backbone, and immediately came forward to greet him, with an angry expression on his face: "Master, this Renxintang is too bullying. There are only other patients, and this one is here today." There is only one breath left, no matter which medicine shop I change, I can't accept it, but Dr. Qin boasted to the patient's family in Haikou, saying that you will definitely be able to cure it."

Luo Qianhuai has already seen the patient's family members, including his two sons and daughter-in-law. They are all wearing linen robes. Although they are not patched, they have obviously faded after washing. It is obvious that their family is not in a good situation. .

But Jiantang never cared about the patient's family background, and Tan Fei was not someone who disliked poverty and loved wealth. Today, he was blocking the patient so he could not let him in. On the one hand, he saw that the patient was dying, and on the other hand, he did not want Qin Sang's trick to succeed.

Luo Qianhuai had a serious face and did not answer Tan Fei. Instead, he squatted in front of the patient and began to check the pulse.

While she was concentrating on it, she suddenly heard a "plop" sound. The patient's two sons knelt straight down in front of her. First they kowtowed heavily three times, and then one of them said:
"Mr. Jing, Mr. Qin said that in the whole Changling city, you are the only one who can save our old man. He brought us up and married a bride. He has not yet enjoyed any blessings. I beg you to raise your noble hand and save him." Save!”

"That's right, no matter how good Jinglang's Chinese medicine skills are, he is not a god. This person's life is up to the time when the king of hell asks for his life. You insist on not leaving. Aren't you deliberately adding trouble to Ji'antang?"

"What Mr. Cao said is what he said? If he had this ability, why wouldn't he give your uncle a life?"

"Hey, who doesn't want to die on the bed at home? Not to mention suffering all over the place, once you close your eyes outside, how can you, my daughter-in-law, be happy?"

Luo Qianhuai frowned and was about to speak, but Tan Fei stepped forward first: "Are you here to cause trouble? I have just said repeatedly that medicine can't cure the disease, but you, the gods, are already hard to save. Take advantage of this opportunity." Take the person home as soon as he has died, so as not to damage the reputation of our Ji'antang, and don't delay other patients' medical treatment!"

The two sons of the patient knelt down. The two daughters-in-law behind them looked embarrassed as they listened to these words: "But Mr. Cao from Renxintang clearly said..."

When he spoke, the patients who were still waiting behind him also reacted. There was a lot of discussion for a while, and some people came to persuade the family members: "The old man must be over fifty years old, and he is worried about seeing his son getting married. Well, even if you close your eyes, it’s considered a happy occasion, so let’s go back and make arrangements for the funeral.”

"Hey, I remember that the last time I came to see a doctor, a Hu Shang who was hit by a stone was carried over. I heard that he was also recommended by Dr. Cao from Renxintang. At that time, I was thinking that Dr. Cao was really an honest man. , it doesn’t seem to be the case now!”

"Haha, you are still young and don't know about the grievances between Renxintang and the older generation of Jiantang. I think back then, Mr. Cao and his father had been competing with Mr. Liu of Jiantang for a lifetime, and they couldn't compete until they died. I wanted to rely on my son. It’s a pity that the gap between the two medicine halls is getting bigger and bigger now!”

"Why should we mention it in the past? I have been waiting all morning, and when I was about to get in line, I was delayed by this old man. So each person has his own destiny, so don't force it. Not only will it not change anything, but it will also make people hate you! "Ms. Duan's words are a bit harsh. Let's keep our voices down and see how Mrs. Jing behaves, right?"

"Oh, am I mean? I came out to stand in line all morning, wasn't it just to prescribe some ointment for my Jungu's leg? There are a lot of things at home waiting to be done, Jungu is too late to go back Most of them will still blame me, but then who will I blame?”

The voices around him fell into Mo Feng's ears and turned into countless small and hard hailstones, hitting the bottom of his heart one by one.

He opened his tearful eyes that were gradually blurring and looked at Aweng's appearance beside him: his whole body was swollen, his exposed hands and face were swollen and shiny, and his abdomen was as swollen as a drum, with almost no ups and downs visible. His breathing was weak, but the frequency was quite rapid. Very low phlegm sounds came from his throat from time to time. His whole body was filled with a smell of decay and decay that is unique to dying people.

Aweng couldn't even open his eyes, and even when he woke up occasionally, he couldn't say a word. Perhaps as everyone said just now, it is the way to be filial to carry Aweng back quickly so that he can die of old age.

He is the eldest brother, and the younger brother beside him is also waiting for his decision. It was only the unwillingness deep down in his heart that made him go crazy and believe Mr. Cao's lies.

He had already mastered the carpentry skills, and after years of hard work, he finally managed to acquire a carpentry workshop. Just after the national mourning, furniture orders from weddings that had been suppressed for a year began to spring up like mushrooms after a rain. Even new workshops like theirs, which had no reputation, received a lot of them.

It seemed that he could live a good life with Aweng, but unfortunately, his health began to deteriorate, and in just a few days, he had reached the point of death.

The son wants to take care of him, but he doesn't want to be loved. Mo Feng is unwilling to give in, really unwilling to give in!

But there is nothing we can do no matter how unwilling we are. Previously, he was too persistent and couldn't listen to anyone's advice. He insisted on taking Aweng around for consultation, but no medicine hall dared to admit him.

The spring was cold and the steps under his knees were as cold as ice, completely extinguishing the little hope left in Mo Feng's heart.

They were all looking for a living outside. Mo Feng didn't know what those doctors were worried about, and he really couldn't guarantee whether he and Adi would repay their anger if Aweng really died in the medicine shop.

He sighed and looked at Jing Langzhong, who was squatting opposite the door panel and never said a word.

She had already taken her pulse at this moment, her face was solemn and there were no clues, and she was holding a strange-shaped object and pressing it back and forth on Aweng's chest.

The object was a small round discus at one end, with two tubes attached to the back, which were inserted into Jing Langzhong's ears.

"Forget it." Mo Feng put his hands on the ground, stood up slowly, and said to Adi beside him: "Carry Aweng up, let's go home!"