Situ Sheng glanced at her but did not reply.
Qiu Rong had long been accustomed to his appearance and was not surprised by it. She was not as upset as before.
On the second floor, Dr. Huang was not seeing patients today, so there were very few people coming to see him.
After Gu Qing entered the private room, he lifted the bamboo curtain and saw Mr. Huang lying on a bamboo mat, shirtless and barefoot, drinking wine. He immediately called out loudly, "Uncle Huang!"
Mr. Huang was so frightened that he spilled the wine on the mat, and cried out in pain, "Ouch! What a pity for my excellent daughter's red wine!"
"You girl! What are you doing to scare an old man like me!"
As he said this, he quickly put on his clothes, still sitting barefoot on the mat, looking up at her: "What do you want to talk to me about? Come here."
Gu Qing smiled and squatted down, sitting down with him. There was no disdain in his eyes, but he said happily: "Mr. Huang is really smart. How did you know I had something to ask you?"
"You are such a smooth talker, girl."
Old Huang smiled and asked her to stretch out her hand so that he could feel her pulse. There was a hint of helplessness in his eyes. He was afraid that this girl would not be able to give birth in the future.
That knife wound was so deep!
"Mr. Huang? What's wrong with you? I'm fine now." Gu Qing affectionately brought up the wine Cui Ru had prepared and handed it to him. "Furonglou, the new Huadiao wine is even more mellow than this Nv'erhong. Would you like to try it?"
Mr. Huang was delighted and immediately filled his wine gourd with wine. He took two sips and his eyes suddenly became refreshed: "This is really good wine!"
"You, girl, are truly lovable!" Old Huang laughed twice, then said seriously, "Although your body is fine now, you must not eat raw or cold food in the future. Drink ginger and jujube tea every morning to warm your body. Don't be careless now that summer has arrived."
Gu Qing rarely saw him being so cautious with her, so she couldn't help but wonder, "Mr. Huang, am I really alright?"
"Don't you believe what I say? Then go find someone else."
"How can you say that? Is there a more powerful doctor in the capital than you?" Gu Qing said this in a pleasant way, but Old Huang continued to say earnestly, "Your body is extremely yin, so you need to be more careful than an ordinary woman."
"Qing'er understands." Gu Qing looked around and said, "Mr. Huang, did Pei Shaoheng come to see you today?"
"You mean that kid?" Old Huang snorted coldly, "I asked him to come every day with good intentions, but he seemed reluctant."
"No matter whether he comes or not, it will save me, an old man, the trouble!"
Gu Qing sighed.
If Pei Shaoheng disregarded his own health just for the sake of a few taels of silver and was afraid of being ridiculed and pitied by others, I would really look down on him.
While the two were talking, Gouzi ran in and lifted the curtain. He first saw Gu Qing and immediately restrained his mischievous temper and bowed respectfully: "Greetings, Madam."
Gu Qing smiled and handed him a handful of fruit: "Dog, what's the matter that makes you so anxious?"
Gouzi excitedly said to Huang Lao: "Master, the man from yesterday is here!"
Old Huang and Gu Qing looked at each other and smiled.
"It seems that he is a person who knows how to cherish his life." Old Huang supported himself to stand up, his steps were a little unsteady due to the alcohol he had drunk.
Seeing that Gu Qing was a little worried, Gouzi said cleverly: "Don't worry, Madam, my master's medical skills have become even better after drinking wine!"
"Okay." Gu Qing leaned over and touched his head, whispering, "Madam has an important matter to entrust to you."
When Gou Zi heard this, his eyes instantly became serious, as if this was a huge matter.
Gu Qing said: "After that person has finished seeing the doctor, find a reason to take him to the next room."
"I understand, ma'am!" Gou Zi was overjoyed after receiving Gu Qing's fruit.
Gu Qing also stood up, brushed the corners of his clothes, asked Cui Ru to prepare tea, and drank it slowly.
Over there, Pei Shaoheng sat in front of Mr. Huang, quite humble and polite: "Thank you for your wonderful hands yesterday, sir. My wound has healed a lot today."
Huang Lao looked at the wounds on his body, clicked his tongue twice, and still smelled of alcohol: "Your health is really not easy."
"You should also take good care of yourself. Is there anything in this world more important than your own life?"
Pei Shaoheng's eyes flashed with bitterness, and he smiled and said, "Sir, that's right."
"I'm afraid I'll have to bother you these days, sir."
Old Huang saw that the man was speaking too politely and lost some of his interest, so he said no more. He gave him acupuncture to remove the blood clots, and asked Gou Zi to apply medicine on him. Then he sat aside and drank.
From beginning to end, Pei Shaoheng never groaned no matter how much pain he was in. He gritted his teeth and endured it. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead like beans onto the ground, soaking his clothes.
The dog looked shocked and said, "Big brother, you are so awesome! Doesn't it hurt?"
Pei Shaoheng smiled and rubbed his head: "Thank you, it doesn't hurt."
There are many places that hurt more than this, and the pain of the flesh is nothing.
Gou Zi sighed. The most painful thing he could imagine was the last time Situ Sheng was whipped by a bad woman until his whole body was bleeding.
But this brother's body was covered with wounds, not a single spot was healthy.
After applying the medicine, Pei Shaoheng placed the only silver he had on him on the table. As he was about to leave, Gouzi called out, "Big Brother!"
"Hmm?" A hint of embarrassment flashed across Pei Shaoheng's face. Could it be that Mr. Huang felt that he didn't bring enough silver?
"The lady said she doesn't want your silver. I'm returning it to you along with the money you secretly put here yesterday." Gou Zi stuffed the silver back to him.
Looking down at the purse in his hand, Pei Shaoheng felt ashamed. He was really judging others by his own standards.
"Also, your wounds still need attention, so please go to the next room and wait."
Gou Zi was still a child after all, and was not good at lying. He looked nervous and uncomfortable when he spoke. Pei Shaoheng guessed his embarrassment, raised his eyes and glanced at the house next door, and he already understood.
He responded and accepted the silver that Gouzi stuffed back: "Thank you, little brother."
"You're welcome." The dog scratched his head shyly and took out the fruit given by his wife from his arms. The pride after completing the task made the fruit in his hand much sweeter.
Inside the side room, the air was filled with the scent of incense, which was the special medicinal incense made by Old Huang for Gu Qing.
When Pei Shaoheng pushed the door open, he saw her sitting upright on the couch, her eyes slightly closed, her expression serene, like a god or Buddha in the Western Paradise. This made his heart calm down a lot, and he felt comfortable in his chest.
Gu Qing heard the noise, raised his eyes and stood up, with a slight smile on his lips: "Mr. Pei is here, please take a seat."
Pei Shaoheng bowed respectfully: "Madam Third Young Master."
"Mr. Pei, there's no need to be so polite."
Gu Qing sat on the chair and raised his hand to signal him not to be so reserved.
Pei Shaoheng's eyes were three parts cautious, six parts grateful, and a hint of unusual curiosity.
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