Considering that Mi Youren had taken Zhao Rong's medicine, the mother and daughter of the Mi family, who were indifferent, finally agreed to the request made by Zhao Rong and Liang Hongyu, and arranged two guest rooms for Zhao Liang to rest overnight. Then, Mi Xian had to blame her sister for being arbitrarily obeying others' words and risking to let Mi Youren take the medicine Zhao Rong found. Huang Ji also spoke next to her and joined hands with her friend Mi Xian to scold Mi Ning and she felt regretful.

Mi Ning regretted it and couldn't take it out after taking the medicine, so Mi Ning could only wipe her tears and said, "Brother, stop talking, let's wait for one night to see the effect. If my father's health is not good enough after tonight, I won't let him take other people's medicine in the future."

"It would be fine if it just didn't happen." Mi Xian said angrily: "I'm afraid I'll get worse."

"Yes, Shimei, you're so rude." Huang Jie also accused again: "How can you believe an outsider's words for no reason and let Uncle Shi take unreliable medicines."

After hearing these words, Mi Ning, who was already in his heart, couldn't help but regret it even more, but he had no choice but to say this: "Brother Shi, brother, stop talking. The medicine has been taken, it's better to look at the effect. You go down and rest. I will serve my father tonight."

Mi Xian knew that the medicine could not be taken out after taking it, so he could only sigh and invite the Huang family father and son and the doctor to the dining room for dinner. The Huang family father and son and the doctor thanked him. First, he followed Mi Xian to the dining room for dinner, and then the doctor said goodbye and went home, while the Huang family father and son returned to the room they lived in to rest. As a result, it was still time when there were no outsiders, and Huang Jiu asked his father Huang Xiang: "Father, can you still recover from Mi Shibo's illness?"

"How do I know?" Huang Xiang replied casually: "I can only hope that God can protect you and let your Mi Shibo's illness be cured as soon as possible."

Huang Ji nodded and asked again: "Father, will the medicine made by the dandy Zhao, who was surnamed Zhao, have any effect?"

"It would be strange if it works." Huang Xiang snorted coldly, "There is a prescription for Artemisia annua to treat malaria, but it was just a lonely prescription. Whether it was effective was only Ge Hong, who wrote "Therefore the elbow", knew that we had already used Artemisia annua to treat you Mi Shibo. The facts proved to be useless. The dandy named Zhao did not use medicine according to medical books, and changed the prescription to use alcohol and cannon medicine, which is of course even more unlikely to be effective."

"This is the best." Huang Jiu, who was thinking about his worries, said casually.

"What did you say?" Huang Xiang heard that something was wrong.

"No, nothing." Huang Jiu shook his head quickly, and quickly changed the subject and said, "Father, do you still remember what I told you a few days ago? If Uncle Mi can get better, can you tell me and his daughter... in front of Uncle Mi and let me...?"

"Don't be too much hope." Huang Xiang said immediately: "I know your Uncle Mi's temper. Although he loves talents, he has a high vision. He will definitely not want to marry his daughter to a person who has no fame and official position. Your grandfather was also implicated in the case of Yuanyou Party, and his descendants can no longer serve as officials. Therefore, even if our Huang family and his Mi family are family friends, it is difficult for him to like you."

"Then his illness should never be cured, and it would be better to return to heaven quickly." Huang Jiong expressed his true thoughts in his heart, and said to himself: "As long as he dies, the affairs of the Mi family will be decided by Brother Mi Shi. The elder brother is like his father, and Brother Shi must be the master of the marriage of Brother Mi Shi. Brother Mi Shi and I are so close, so maybe we will have the chance to get in touch with Mr. Shi."

That night, Mi Ning, who was waiting beside Mi Youren's bed, could not sleep all night. Mi Xian also turned over and turned around in his room and couldn't sleep. He even got up and went outside his father's room to check the situation. However, Huang Ji had a good dream in the guest room. First, he dreamed that Mi Youren died. Mi Xian, who was furious, sent Zhao Rong to the yamen to punish him. Then, he dreamed that Mi Ning, who was extremely regretful, crawled on Mi Youren's body and cried loudly. He took the opportunity to come forward and hugged Mi Ning, who was in pain in his arms...

Unfortunately, the sudden noise interrupted Huang Ji's dream. Just when Huang Ji dreamed that his friend Mi Xian had entrusted his sister's lifelong happiness to him, a noise suddenly came from the backyard where the Mi family lived, which woke up Huang Ji who promised to treat Mi Ning well for the rest of his life in front of Mi Xian. When he heard the source of the sound clearly, Huang Ji was happy and said in his heart: "Have you died?"

At the same time, Huang Xiang was also awakened. After hearing clearly that the noise came from the backyard, Huang Xiang blurted out: "No, something might happen. Hurry up, go and see what's going on."

Before she could wash up, the Huang family's father and son just hurriedly put on their coats, and then immediately ran to the backyard to check the situation. As a result, when they rushed into the crowded Mi Youren's room with anticipation, something that made Huang Ji unbelievable happened - Mi Youren, who had been bedridden for more than ten days, was already sitting on the bed, swallowing the porridge fed by Mi Ning in big mouthfuls!

"Dad, eat slowly, your illness is just right, don't eat too fast."

Mi Ning reminded softly that there were tears of excitement on her pretty face, and Mi Youren was reincarnated like a starving ghost. While nodding her head, she couldn't wait to suck the porridge that her daughter had fed to her mouth and sucked in. Mi's mother wiped her tears from her eyes, her face full of relief and smiles. Mi Xian was excited to rub her hands on the other side, and kept asking, "Dad, how do you feel? Are you still uncomfortable there?"

"It's much better." Mi Youren replied: "You have the strength of your hands and feet, and you don't feel uncomfortable."

At this moment, Huang Jiong certainly had the urge to strangle Zhao Rong to death.

"Yuanhui, you're finally getting better." Huang Xiang rushed to Mi Youren's bed excitedly and said, "Do you know that I've been scared to death by you in the past ten days."

"Father, because you suddenly fell ill, Uncle Huang and others dared not leave and stayed in our house all the time." Mi Xian also quickly expressed his merits to the Huang family father and son, saying: "If it weren't for their help, I really don't know how to spend the past ten days."

"Thank you for your concern." Mi Youren nodded to Huang Xiang, then turned to Mi Ning, who had already fed a bowl of porridge next to her, and ordered: "Ning'er, hurry up, give your father another bowl of porridge."

"Dad, you just order it, don't eat too much." Mi Ning shook her head apart and said, "It's better to take a break first, then take the medicine later. I'll feed you porridge until noon."

He barely understood a little medical theory and knew that his condition had just improved and he could not eat too much at once. Mi Youren had to nod, then turned his head to talk to Huang Xiang. Mi Ning suddenly remembered a big thing and hurriedly handed the bowl of porridge to the maid. He followed the dark circles left by staying up late and quickly walked towards the guest room where Zhao Rong lived.

Mi Ning was surprised. After arriving at the room where Zhao Rong lived, not only Liang Hongyu was also in Zhao Rong's room, but there was also a breakfast that was obviously bought from outside on the table. Seeing Mi Ning enter the room, Zhao Rong, who was having breakfast, also greeted Mi Ning: "The little lady is here just in time. You must have not had time to have breakfast yet, right? I asked Xiao Yi to buy some breakfast outside, come and have some together."

"Sister, come and have cooked meat pies." Liang Hongyu also called out: "The cooked meat pies at Wang Ji Cake Shop are so delicious."

Mi Ning didn't answer, but walked quickly to Zhao Rong with tears in her eyes, and knelt down on both knees with tears in her eyes. Zhao Rong was clear-headed and quickly supported Mi Ning and said with a smile: "My lady, there is no need to do this. It's just a trivial matter, there is no need to give such a big gift."

"Yes, sister." Liang Hongyu also said: "Actually, you have made contributions to this matter. If you hadn't believed Mr. Zhao and asked Uncle Mi to drink Mr. Zhao's medicine, how could Uncle Mi recover so quickly?"

"Young Master Zhao..." Mi Ning finally shed tears and said with a sob: "I don't thank you for your kindness, and the little girl has nothing to repay you. In the future, if the young master gives me any orders, I will do my best."

"You little lady, please be polite. Don't take any small matter to heart." Zhao Rong said with a smile: "Hurry up, sit down and have breakfast with us."

"Sister, there is no need to be so polite." Liang Hongyu also came over to Rami Ning and said, "Sit down and have dinner with us. Look at your eyes, your eyes are so dark. Didn't you sleep all night last night? After breakfast, you should go to bed quickly. Don't be exhausted."

Mi Ning nodded with tears, and then Liang Hongyu pulled her to the seat with tears in her eyes. While accompanying Zhao Rong and Liang Hongyu for breakfast, tears kept falling in her eyes. There were clearly thousands of words in her heart, but she couldn't even say another word.

Before the matter was over, the breakfast on the table was basically wiped out by Liang Hongyu, who had an amazing appetite. Yesterday, the doctor who opposed Zhao Rong's medication suddenly rushed into the room. Without saying a word, he rushed to Zhao Rong and knelt down on his knees and said excitedly: "Young Master, Mr. Zhao, the villain is blind, and I am here to apologize to you."

"Old man, what are you doing?" Zhao Rong hurriedly went to support the doctor and said, "You are much older than me, how can you give me such a big gift?"

"You must have such a great gift." The doctor said hurriedly: "The villain has eyes but cannot recognize Mount Tai. I don't know that you are a good person. You are a good master. You can cure such a severe malaria so quickly. You are disrespectful to you. You said that Mr. Mi can't take my medicine again after taking your medicine. You are really offensive to the prince. You have eyes but you have no eyes. You should beat him. "

After saying that, the doctor really raised his hand and slapped himself. Zhao Rong hurriedly stopped him and said, "You don't have to do this. As the saying goes, the doctor is the parents' heart. If you don't let Uncle Mi take my medicine, you are worried that my medicine will not work. It's because of good intentions. How can I blame you?"

"Thank you, my son, for being magnanimous." The doctor said thanking loudly, and said, "Young Master Zhao, the villain has a kind of indignant request. The villain dares to ask you to teach the villain the prescription for curing Mr. Mi's malaria, so that the villain can use this prescription to save other patients, so that other malaria patients can get better so quickly like Mr. Mi."

Mi Ning and Liang Hongyu were surprised. After hearing this, Zhao Rong not only hesitated for a moment, but also said: "Of course I can teach you the prescription, but I have a condition. You must agree to me before you can teach you."

"Please give me instructions." The doctor quickly answered and said, "Prince Zhao, do you hope the villain keeps the secret and do not pass on your verification formula? If this is the case, the villain can now swear to the heaven, absolutely..."

"Wrong, a big mistake." Zhao Rong shook his head and said, "My condition is that after you learn my prescription, you must not keep it confidential. You must teach my prescription to other colleagues you know, that is, other doctors you know, so that they can use my prescription to cure more malaria people."

"What?" The doctor was stunned at first, then came to his senses and hurriedly said, "Young Master Zhao, you are really a Bodhisattva-minded person. Okay, the villain promises you that the villain will tell other doctors as much as possible so that they can use your prescription to cure more malaria people with your prescription!"
Chapter completed!