The doorman's painful rolling naturally attracted attention quickly.
But the people of Murong family found that his condition was not good. When they sent him to the clinic, the doorman's face and hands were swollen to twice their usual size. In addition, he rolled and scratched recklessly, making him look a bit unsightly.
Coincidentally, Helan Yue was visiting Murong's house at that time, talking with her cousin Murong Xian and her cousin Murong Jing in her cousin Murong Xian's boudoir.
Murong Qian brought his cousin Murong Jin over to say hello to Helan Yue, and mentioned the chaos ahead.
Helan Yue and Murong Qian exchanged glances. Murong Qian understood and immediately changed the subject.
Although Helan Yue is an outsider, she has a good temperament and often visits the Murong family. The children of the Murong family are very accepting of her.
Otherwise, if it were someone else who had no idea of being discreet and was so close to Murong Qian, those dirty rumors would have spread long ago.
But even so, the two of them "exchanging glances" in front of everyone still challenged the nerves of several young ladies in the Murong family.
"Sister Xiaoyue, you have a good relationship with Brother Qian, right?"
Murong Jing tilted her head, looking curious.
Ever since the incident at the Xie family, the once sweet and lively Helan Yue has actually grown up a lot. In the past, when she heard such words, she probably wouldn't have understood their meaning at all.
But now, she could clearly distinguish any slight trace of hostility, and any words that seemed affectionate on the surface but contained sarcasm.
Helan Yue smiled faintly and said:
"It seems I've been coming here too often these days. Jing'er is actually starting to dislike me."
As he spoke, his eyes moved, and he glared at Murong Jing with a half-angry, half-happy look:
"Otherwise, why would Jing'er find fault with me even for a few more words to your brother Qian?"
She was so obvious about her intentions that Murong Jing didn't know how to respond.
Murong Xian tried to smooth things over, saying, "Xiaoyue, don't argue with Jing'er. She's just like that, she does whatever she wants."
But there was a hint of inquiry in his eyes.
Helan Yue smiled frankly and said:
"Brother Qian and I met at my cousin's shop a few days ago. I just heard from Brother Qian that the female shopkeeper came to the shop and had a conflict with the doorman.
I originally wanted him to explain in detail, but I was afraid of scaring Jing'er and Jin'er, and also afraid of spoiling your fun, so I gave him a wink.
Who would have thought that Jing'er, this little brat, would actually plot against me! "
Helan Yue was so frank, Murong Xian and Murong Jing didn't know what to say. But Murong Jin became curious:
"My cousin's shop? Is it the one with all the candy and glass? The female shopkeeper is here. Is she here to give me a slingshot?"
My cousin hasn't written to me in a long time, and he clearly promised to make me a good slingshot!
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The steward of the Murong family sent another servant to take the position of the doorman, and he personally led people to send the injured doorman to Huichun Hall.
Doctor Zhu of Huichuntang had no idea how to treat this difficult disease, but he didn't dare to offend the Murong family, so he simply prescribed a heavy dose of medicine to clear away heat and reduce fire, and added three times the amount of Coptis chinensis to the medicine, hoping that the doorman would leave Huichuntang on his own initiative because he couldn't bear the suffering.
After drinking the bitter medicine, the doorman almost vomited, but the swelling and pain on his face did not get better at all.
The steward of the Murong family scolded Doctor Zhu harshly, and then took the doorman to Doctor Hu while cursing at him.
When Doctor Hu saw this, he didn't know what to do for a moment. He asked the patient a detailed examination and when he learned that the patient was sprayed with something, he immediately asked someone to prepare cooking oil for the doorman to wash his face.
After washing his face, the doorman felt much better.
But the remaining pain still made him feel uncomfortable.
Then he washed it with clean water and soap nuts, and then used vegetable oil again. He did this several times until all the remaining spray was washed away. The burning pain on the doorman's face and hands was basically reduced to a tolerable level.
Although there is still some redness and swelling on my face and hands, it is much better than when I was just sprayed with the spray.
During this process, the manager saw that the doorman had recovered, and naturally did not forget to ask him how the situation became like this.
The concierge stammered in defense:
"She's the female shopkeeper that my cousin needs...
The third wife was annoyed that she didn't know her duty, so she asked the young lady to teach her a lesson and remind her of the rules.
I originally planned to let her in after she admitted her mistake.
Who would have thought she wouldn't tolerate even a single piece of honest advice? I barely said a few words before she got mad. I don't know what dirty tricks she used, but she nearly killed me with pain."
When the concierge thought of Xia Daohua, he felt a sweat on his forehead and a deep resentment:
"I don't know where that little slut got this dirty trick from!
Mr. Meng, you always say that since she is so willful and doesn't know when to advance or retreat, why should our family spoil her?
We might as well take back the shop and sell it to the saltworks!"
The steward known as "Meng Ye" shook his head and said:
"She must have something to rely on if she dares to do this. Don't act rashly, and don't exaggerate or gossip in front of the Third Madam, or I won't be able to protect you."
The doorman muttered, "It was the Third Madam who asked me to teach her a lesson..." Then he raised his voice again:
"For a servant like her who disrespects her master, it would be a bargain if she were sold to the saltworks!
If it were up to me, she should be sold to a brothel. I wonder if she can still hold her head high and act more proudly than her mistress!
The steward glared at the doorman and said angrily, "Don't be ridiculous! You've been dealt such a terrible hand this time, haven't you learned your lesson yet?"
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