He took the medicine from Chunsheng and asked Dazhuang beside him again, "Doctor, will this medicine cure my grandson's illness?"

Dazhuang nodded: "It's just a case of not being used to the water and soil; drinking some herbal medicine will make me better."

"Okay, okay, then I'm relieved." He said, nodding to Dazhuang, "Thank you, doctor, thank you, doctor."

Shen Qiyin turned her back to him, pretending to fetch medicine, but her eyes were constantly glancing at his movements.

She only turned around after he left.

As she watched the old man disappear into the crowd, a playful smile appeared in her eyes.

Guo An...

I didn't expect him to come to the capital so soon.

This is going to be quite a spectacle.

Thinking of something, Shen Qiyin said to Dazhuang, "Senior brother, I have to go out for a bit."

She originally intended to find Granny Dai to ask her about some details between her grandmother and Guo An, but when she passed through an alley, she unexpectedly bumped into Shen Cang, who was supposed to be on duty at the Imperial Hospital, in front of a small courtyard!

There was a woman with him.

Although it was a coarse cloth robe, it could not conceal her captivating charm.

Her eyebrows resembled willow leaves in early spring, her face was like peach blossoms in March, her waist was slender and graceful, and she was as languid as a swallow or a nightingale.

When she opened her mouth, her voice was unusually gentle and tender: "It just rained outside, and it might rain again later. You should bring an umbrella so you don't get wet and catch a cold."

As the woman spoke, she presented the umbrella with both hands.

As Shen Cang took the bottle, he casually grasped her delicate hand and said rashly, "If you get frostbite, Wan Niang can give me some wine to wipe my body and reduce the fever."

"Ugh—" The woman called "Wan Niang" blushed with embarrassment, stomped her foot, and punched Shen Cang in the chest with her fist, saying coquettishly, "Stop being so glib and hurry up and go."

"Then I'll come again tomorrow."

"I'm waiting for you."

"Oh, right!" Shen Cang suddenly remembered something, took out a package from his pocket, stuffed it into Wan Niang's hand, and said, "Take this money. Tell me when you've spent it, and I'll give you more."

Wan Niang refused, saying, "I don't want your money..."

"No, you're not allowed to refuse!" Shen Cang suddenly straightened his face, becoming extremely domineering: "We're husband and wife, if you don't spend my money, whose will you spend?"

"Would I let my woman go without money?"

"Besides, I have plenty of money, I don't need these things, you can use them without worry."

Upon hearing this, Wan Niang finally accepted it.

The two rummaged around for a bit, exchanged a few more words, and were quite reluctant to part.

But just as Shen Cang turned to leave, that tender affection vanished in an instant!

A few steps away around the corner, Shen Qiyin, carrying a medicine box, watched this scene with a relaxed demeanor and a faint smile on her face. Shen Cang felt a chill run down his spine and was filled with dread.

Their eyes met, and instead of backing down, she moved forward.

She first glanced at Wan Niang, then turned her gaze back to Shen Cang, raising her eyebrows slightly, and said cryptically, "Father, so... you're living a good life now?"

Shen Cang's heart pounded, and he frowned, saying, "How did you get here?!"

"I'm making a house call." Shen Qiyin patted the medicine box slung to her side. "I didn't expect to run into my father like this."

She brought her first-aid kit with her on purpose, just in case she ran into someone she knew on the street and couldn't hide it.

Unexpectedly, it actually came in handy.

Shen Cang didn't suspect anything, but narrowed his eyes and said in a dangerous tone, "If you dare to mention a single word about what happened today when you get back to the manor, I'll break your legs!"