Wei Shuyu naturally knows the name of Medicine King, Sun Simiao!

Now that Wei Shuyu knew that it was Sun Simiao who was asking a doctor, he walked towards the back of the long queue, and a long queue also began to form.

The people in the city knew that Sun Simiao was here for a free consultation, so they came to see the doctor one after another. When it was Wei Shuyu's turn, it was already past noon.

Wei Shuyu sat in front of Sun Simiao, stretched out his wrist to let him feel his pulse, and looked at Sun Simiao with his eyes.

He was wearing a white shirt. Although he looked very shabby, he was very simple and clean, and had a clear air of a doctor.

Sun Simiao looked at Wei Shuyu and did not check his pulse. He just glanced briefly and said, "Young Master is strong and has no serious illness. The next one."

Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to seeing, hearing, asking, and understanding. It is obvious that Sun Simiao did not gain fame in vain. After just one glance, he was completely clear.

Wei Shuyu chuckled and retracted his wrist, and said truthfully: "The boy is indeed not sick, but the wife is a little unwell. Seeing that the husband is so busy, I don't dare to invite him into the house, so I have to come here to ask."

"I don't dare to speak nonsense without seeing the patient, so I will talk about the condition first." Sun Simiao nodded.

"It's not a serious illness. It's just that my wife bumped her forehead against a pillar a few days ago. There is a red scar on her forehead that won't go away. Is there anything you can do, sir?"

"It's not a problem, just apply some ointment."

"Disciple, give this young master a box of scar removal ointment."

"yes!"

A teenage boy took out a wooden box of ointment from the house and handed it to Wei Shuyu.

"Thank you sir, this is the medical fee and medicine fee." Wei Shuyu said and took out half of the money from his sleeve.

"This is a free clinic."

"You guys do what you can to support the free clinic and buy medicine."

"That's fine." Sun Simiao nodded happily, never expecting that Wei Zheng could teach his son so much sense.

Sun Simiao visited the palace and heard in the imperial hospital a story about a palace maid who hit a pillar. The scar on his forehead had not gone away for a long time. At this moment, he naturally thought that the person in front of him was none other than the Young Master of the Wei family.

Wei Shuyu put the ointment into his sleeves, clasped his fists in salute, and prepared to leave.

Before leaving, Wei Shuyu bowed again, with confusion on his face, and asked, "I have one more question."

"But it doesn't matter."

"If a human being is sick, there are medical skills that can cure it. If a human race is sick, how should it be treated?"

When Sun Simiao listened to Wei Shuyu's question, his originally confident face suddenly became dull, and his eyes were a little absent-minded.

When it comes to medical skills, Sun Simiao asked himself that he would not lose to anyone... But Wei Shuyu's question touched the deepest part of Sun Simiao's heart.

"When people are sick, there are medical skills that can cure them, but if humans are sick, how should they be treated?"

"I...can't answer you." Sun Simiao was lost for a long time, his throat moved again and again, and finally he shook his head helplessly.

"I'm preparing a family dinner at home today, and I would like to discuss the cure for the disease with my husband!" Wei Shuyu already felt a hint of urgency. The immortal saints have been taking action, and there is not much time left.

Sun Simiao shook his head lightly, "There are too many patients, I'm afraid we don't have time."

"I know that sir, you don't just want to save people, but don't want to save the human race... I'm waiting at home!" After Wei Shuyu finished speaking, he clasped his fists in salute, then turned and left.

Sun Simiao looked at Wei Shuyu walking away, and was a little absent-minded. He murmured: "There is a big difference between saving people and saving the human race. There is a world of difference between clouds and mud. It is not easy..."

"Disciple."

"The disciple is here."

"Tell the people behind you that the queue will be just like this today. We don't have enough medicinal materials. We will come back at 00:00 tomorrow and it will last for half a month."

"It's the teacher!" Sun Ming was a little confused. The teacher had obviously prepared enough medicinal materials, but... Sun Ming didn't dare to go against the teacher's wishes, so he went down to inform him.

We will diagnose and treat as many patients as there are patients queued up today, but there is no need to queue up again.

…

Zheng Guogong Mansion.

When Wei Zheng saw Wei Shuyu, he couldn't help but asked in confusion: "Why did Shuyu come back so late? Could it be that His Majesty held you in for a long talk?"

"That's not true. Mr. Sun Simiao was doing a free clinic in the city, and my child went to get some ointment for Mei Niang." Wei Shuyu explained with a chuckle.

"Meiniang just came to pay homage. You are young...you need to exercise restraint when having sex. I feel sorry for my wife..." Wei Zheng coughed a few times and ordered.

"Yes, dad." Wei Shuyu knew.

Wei Shuyu is also old, so Wei Zheng can't say too much, just give him a few words.

Wei Shuyu paid homage to his father and returned to the bedroom in the backyard.

Wu Meiniang was sitting quietly in front of the house wearing a simple and elegant white gauze skirt.

When Wu Meiniang married into Zheng Guogong's palace, she had no personal maids. She was unfamiliar with the place and place when she first entered the palace, so naturally she was bored and in a daze.

When Wu Meiniang saw Wei Shuyu coming back, she felt a sense of familiarity in her heart. She slowly stood up and saluted, "My husband is back."

"How are you today?"

"everything is fine."

The two of them entered the house together.

"I can take my mother-in-law over tomorrow. She can live in the house and have someone to talk to."

"Meiniang, thank you husband." Wu Meiniang always feels a little uncomfortable when calling her husband, but this is the proper etiquette... and Wu Meiniang is grateful for bringing her mother here.

"Come and sit." Wei Shuyu waved to Wu Meiniang.

Wu Meiniang hesitated for a moment and finally knelt down and sat next to Wei Shuyu.

"Close your eyes."

Wu Meiniang closed her eyes as she listened, feeling a little flustered in her heart, "Is it possible...he wanted me again during the day..."

Faced with Wei Shuyu's aggressive aura, Wu Meiniang slowly closed her eyes.

Wei Shuyu grabbed Wu Meiniang's slender waist and leaned down, with the tips of their noses facing each other.

Wu Meiniang opened her eyes, her beautiful eyes were clear and bright, and her eyes faced each other.

The breaths of the two people filled each other's cheeks. Wu Meiniang looked directly at Wei Shuyu...

Apparently Wu Meiniang guessed wrong.

"Close your eyes." Wei Shuyu said again. He looked at Wu Meiniang's bright red lips, took a peck, and smiled softly in his heart.

Wu Meiniang closed her eyes slightly, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly, highlighting her inner anxiety at this moment.

Wei Shuyu had enough teasing, so he took out the scar removal ointment from his sleeve, smeared a little on his finger, and gently applied it on the red scar on Wu Meiniang's forehead.

Wu Meiniang instantly felt a slight chill on her forehead. He was applying ointment to herself...not...

Wu Meiniang was held in Wei Shuyu's arms, her eyes slightly closed, and she became quiet...

"Can you cook?" Wei Shuyu applied the ointment and felt the silky smoothness on his fingertips, so he looked for a topic.

"I know how to make some homely meals..." Wu Meiniang slowly opened her eyes, and happened to meet Wei Shuyu's brave and bright eyes.

"That's good. Let's cook some dishes tonight. Friends are coming over." Wei Shuyu nodded with satisfaction. He didn't know how to cook.

"Are Chumo, Huaidao, and Yiai coming?" Wu Meiniang asked subconsciously.

"It's not them, it's another friend, the friend who sent the ointment today."

"Oh... let Rong Meiniang go get ready first." Wu Meiniang said as she struggled to get up from Wei Shuyu's arms.

Wei Shuyu pressed Wu Meiniang's shoulder, "Don't worry, he will probably come here at night. Just put this ointment away and apply it in the morning and evening. The scar will be healed in less than half a month."

After Wei Shuyu finished speaking, he placed the ointment in Wu Meiniang's hand, and with his freed hands, he hugged Wu Meiniang's slender waist and slowly closed his eyes.

Wu Meiniang took the ointment, nodded slightly, and said nothing.

The two of them just sat quietly...cuddled together.

Before Wei Shuyu came back, Wu Meiniang felt helpless, confused and dull when facing the strange place of Zheng Guogong's Mansion...

But at this moment, I don’t know that the helplessness, confusion, and sluggishness in my heart slowly disappeared. Just leaning on it quietly, the sea of ​​​​consciousness became very relaxed and ethereal... There is no need to calculate for survival, no need to worry about it anymore.

Faced with the sinister hearts and plots of those in the palace.

…

It's getting late.

Wei Shuyu set up a round table in the courtyard, and Wu Meiniang was busy in the kitchen for a long time, making six or seven side dishes.

After Sun Simiao consulted the last patient, he simply changed into clean clothes and came to the door of Zheng Guogong's mansion.


Chapter completed!