"Great-grandfather, I am Zhao Juan, not Xiao Yan."
"Zhao Juan? Who is Zhao Juan?" The old man scratched his head, his mind becoming increasingly confused.
“Miss Juan’er, what do you think of my abandoned child?” His great-grandson cannot be like him, living a life of loneliness and hardship.
Old Zhao, receiving no response, turned to Liu Qi and asked, "Qi'er, how is Juan'er?"
Liu Qi nodded and smiled at Zhao Juan.
Zhao Juan sighed. The old man was senile, and now even the man beside him was senile.
She asked Liu Qi, "Who are you? Why is my great-grandfather with you?"
Just as Liu Qi was pondering how to reply, he heard Old Man Zhao cover his mouth and cough lightly, then chuckle and said, "What a question! He's my great-grandson. Is it strange that he's with me?"
Seeing that Liu Qi did not refute her at all, Zhao Juan stopped asking questions and got up to continue her work. "Great-Grandpa, I will take you home tomorrow."
She also had to help Shen Yu greet the guests.
Liu Qi was finally able to catch his breath. He sat down next to Old Man Zhao and began to count the copper coins that had been given to him.
Shen Yu glanced at the two people in the corner out of the corner of his eye, then continued seeing patients.
"Dr. Chen, my stomach hurts, it hurts every time. Can you take a look and tell me how to relieve it?"
"Madam, how is your pain?"
The woman's face was flushed, and she lightly covered her lower abdomen with one hand, saying, "It just hurts."
"It hurts every time? I can't make a diagnosis if you don't explain clearly."
"It all hurts."
Looking at Shen Yu's flustered state, Old Zhao sighed repeatedly, lamenting that the doctor Xiao Yan had found lacked experience.
This lady clearly suffers from menstrual cramps.
He leaned on his cane and slowly walked up to the woman. Looking at her slightly furrowed brow, which was damp with sweat, he asked, "Is it menstrual irregularity, or lower abdominal pain?"
Shen Yu looked up, surprised at the old man who had suddenly stepped forward.
"Yes, it hurts, it hurts right now. What's a good solution?"
"Take some motherwort and cyperus..."
Old Zhao picked up his pen and began writing the prescription.
Shen Yu felt somewhat ashamed, never expecting that the old man would know medicine.
He had certainly thought of that, but he had overthought it.
Feeling bored, Liu Qi searched the pharmacy but couldn't find Qiu Yan, so he sat back down in his original spot.
On Qiu Yan's side, they searched the entire back mountain and all the villages near the mountain, but still could not find any trace of Old Man Zhao.
Qiu Yan was also anxious because she couldn't find the person.
As she rode her horse along the road, she asked everyone she met, "Have you seen an old man in his seventies, not very tall, leaning on a cane, hunched over, and somewhat senile?"
As dusk approached, Qiu Dayong returned in his oxcart, and Qiu Yan and Zhao Yougui's family finally learned some clues.
The villagers who rode in the oxcart with Old Zhao told them that the old man had gone to Baiyang alone in the oxcart driven by Qiu Dayong.
Upon hearing this, Qiu Yan looked at Qiu Dayong with displeasure and immediately questioned, "Where did he go?"
Qiu Dayong spread his hands, "How would I know?"
Today, he experienced such an unpleasant event, and he is not feeling well at all.
Just then, before he returned home, he discovered that his wife and daughter were missing. He searched the entire city of Baiyang thoroughly, but could not find them.
Unable to find the person, he was distraught and heartbroken.
He was still counting on Qiu Huihui to earn some dowry money; otherwise, he would have to be drafted into the army.
This is absolutely unacceptable.
"You don't know?" Zhao Yougui asked anxiously, pacing back and forth.
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