The noisy crowd instantly calmed down, and everyone was so scared that they lowered their heads and dared not say another word.

Seeing the tense atmosphere, Gu Qing hurried to smooth things over.

"Auntie, I see you've been coughing non-stop. Why don't you come first?"

She walked forward and helped the skinny old man in the corner to Mr. Huang's side.

“Good Samaritan!”

The old lady walked unsteadily, with a hint of uneasiness in her eyes. She stretched out her hand tremblingly at Mr. Huang's instructions.

After taking her pulse, Mr. Huang checked her complexion and tongue coating and prescribed a prescription.

They still encountered the same problem as Gouzi and his mother, they had no money to buy medicine.

This time, Mr. Huang did not plan to let Gu Qing pay the money, but instead chose to pay from his own medicine garden.

"My great benefactor! The living Bodhisattva who saves people from suffering..."

The old lady bowed to the three people again and again, and wanted to kneel down and kowtow, but Gu Qing quickly supported her.

"Auntie, please don't be like this."

Then she asked the driver to take her home.

…

Gu Qing, Chen Zhizhou and Mr. Huang were busy all afternoon, and only returned to the small courtyard on the mountain when the sun was about to set in the evening.

Along the way, Mr. Huang kept his hands behind his back and said nothing.

After returning, he plunged into the herb garden, looking around at every seedling, his heart filled with reluctance, especially the ginseng in the center, which he had carefully taken care of for many years, like his own child.

He half squatted down and gently stroked its leaves with his hands.

Gu Qing and Chen Zhizhou looked at each other, neither saying a word.

They are waiting!

Only when Mr. Huang speaks up can everything that follows go smoothly.

Gu Qingchao winked at Chen Zhizhou, and the two of them hid in the kitchen to deal with the remaining vegetables and meat.

"How did you come up with this idea?"

After closing the door, Chen Zhizhou spoke in a low voice.

He felt that he admired Gu Qing more and more.

He knew Mr. Huang's personality very well. He was stubborn. Once he made up his mind to do something, no one could change his mind even with nine oxen.

He asked himself if he had the ability to change, and he really didn't expect that Gu Qing could grasp the key in such a short time.

Letting Mr. Huang feel it actively is more effective than them persuading him a thousand times!

"Actually, it just occurred to me."

Gu Qing rolled up her sleeves, revealing her lotus-white arms and slender fingers. Against the backdrop of the lush green leaves, her skin looked even whiter, like a flawless piece of fine jade.

She raised her hand, scooped up a little water, poured it on the leaves, and carefully washed away the dirt.

Her movements were skillful, and as a strand of hair fell from her forehead, it added a touch of charm to her whole person.

She tilted her head slightly, a faint smile on her lips.

Chen Zhizhou looked at her and felt a powerful invisible suction force swallowing him whole.

Just one glance and you won't want to look away.

"At first, I just thought that the reason Mr. Huang was so resistant was because he thought that merchants were all profit-driven and selfish. If I wanted to change his view of merchants, or simply make him feel that I was different from others, I should let Mr. Huang know more."

"That day I thought about it for a long time, and I thought about a lot. On the way back, I saw someone selling herself to bury her father. After asking her carefully, I found out that her father died because he was seriously ill and had no money for treatment."

“That’s what inspired me…”

She told Chen Zhizhou everything in detail.

The latter nodded.

No wonder she brought back a maid when she came back that day.

He didn't take it seriously at first, thinking that adding or reducing maids was a trivial matter, as long as she was happy.

"You really care about Mr. Huang!"

Chen Zhizhou paused, pursed his lips, and there was a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"But you've never seen Mr. Huang treat patients. Are you sure he can cure those people?"

What if it can’t be cured?

Gu Qing curled her lips, the smile in her eyes deepened, and she stared at him sincerely.

"That's because I believe in you!"

Besides, he also said that Mr. Huang once served as an imperial physician. How could someone who could treat the royal family not have real skills!

Hearing this, Chen Zhizhou was stunned at first, and then a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Regardless of whether her words just now were sincere or false, he was willing to believe them.

…

The table was filled with food, and the aroma was everywhere.

"Mr. Huang, let's eat!"

Gu Qing brought over a porcelain bowl filled with rice and greeted Mr. Huang warmly.

"Um."

Old Huang stood up from the herb garden, his voice dull, without any of the joy and excitement he had in previous times. He looked at the table full of delicious food, with no interest at all.

It seems that he is really depressed!

Gu Qingchao blinked at Chen Zhizhou and picked up a chopstick of meat to ease the atmosphere.

"This is my first time making pot meat. I don't know how it tastes. Mr. Huang, please help me taste it and judge it. If there are any shortcomings, I can improve it next time."

The meat in the pot was of moderate fat and leanness, and the skin was rosy in color, which made people salivate at the sight.

Gu Qing handed it to Mr. Huang's bowl, and the moment he let go of his chopsticks, the whole meat in the pot trembled.

Mr. Huang forced a smile and put the meat in his mouth. The meat was juicy and soft, and he felt extremely satisfied.

"tasty!"

The delicious food temporarily soothed Mr. Huang's heart.

"There are also braised vegetables, steamed pork with rice flour, and mixed vegetables...they are all my specialties. Come and try them."

Gu Qing pushed the dishes in front of him towards Mr. Huang.

Mr. Huang added a little of each and put them in his mouth to savor them carefully.

No one spoke during the meal, they just enjoyed the food quietly.

It was not until Mr. Huang put down his chopsticks that he sighed with satisfaction and looked at Gu Qing with a complicated expression and mixed feelings.

He knew that they were not speaking because they were waiting for him to speak first.

"You cooked all these delicious dishes today, and you took me to see a doctor. What exactly do you want to do?"

Mr. Huang looked at her steadily.

"I don't think you're simply trying to be kind."

Gu Qing smiled awkwardly, then said seriously, "Mr. Huang, you've seen the situation of these people. If we hadn't taken action today, their fate would have been to wait for a painful death!"

"And you may not know that there are many people like them in this world. Not to mention other places, even in the capital, which is under the feet of the emperor, the number of such people is unimaginable."

"People say that doctors have a compassionate heart. I know you want to save them, but even if you pull out all the herbs in your entire pharmacy, how many people can you actually save?"

When Gu Qing thought of those people today, a trace of sympathy and pity flashed in his eyes. He turned to look at Mr. Huang, and his tone became more firm.

"Let alone you, even if Zhizhou and I spent all our wealth, the effect would be minimal."

"Whether it's your herb garden or our wealth, they're all inanimate objects. Once they're used up, they're gone. But now, there's a way to make money before us."