Of course, Manager Song cannot be kicked out.

However, Miss Jun was rushed by Old Lady Fang to tidy up her clothes because she couldn't bear to look at her.

The maids were driven out of the yard, and everyone listened attentively to what was happening in the hall.

"The mistress and the master were arguing in the room..."

Bai Shao's voice came from the room.

Miss Jun, who was sitting nearby and had simply tidied up her appearance, smiled.

"I can't quarrel anymore?" she said.

"Who is arguing with whom? It's obviously the young master arguing with our young lady." Liu'er immediately shouted, pointing to the inner room, "You have the nerve to keep silent after doing something like that."

"Then you can't tell him now. His health is not good. He can't take it slow." Mrs. Fang said anxiously while standing beside Fang Chengyu in the inner room.

Miss Jun laughed again after hearing this.

"You know now that he's not feeling well? Then couldn't he have slowed down what he was doing just now?" she said.

"That's right, like a sex-hungry ghost..." Liu'er said.

Old Mrs. Fang slapped the table.

"Shut up, shut up," she shouted.

Liu Er pouted and stood behind Miss Jun. Mrs. Fang wiped her tears and comforted Fang Chengyu, while Miss Jun picked up the tea.

Manager Song was a little confused.

"What did Chengyu do?" he couldn't help but ask.

"Nothing."

Old Mrs. Fang and Mrs. Fang spoke in unison with great understanding.

This is a case of trying to cover up one's own misfortune.

Shopkeeper Song frowned, then heard Miss Jun and her servant sneer at the side, and he looked over with a bit of sternness.

"Let's not talk about what happened. As Chengyu's daughter-in-law, don't you know that you and Chengyu are closely related?" He said, "How can you say such a thing?"

Miss Jun smiled and looked up at him.

It was very impolite to look up from below. The shopkeeper Song looked very unhappy.

Although I had heard that Jun Zhenzhen was arrogant and rude, I had never met her. Now that I saw her, I found that she was indeed as good as her reputation said. It was such a waste of her gentle and quiet appearance.

"You lowly person, it's your turn to teach me a lesson." Miss Jun said.

Among the four classes of people, scholars, farmers, merchants and artisans, it is true that merchants are the lower class, but no one says it so bluntly.

Manager Song almost fainted from anger.

"You!" he said. He wanted to say something but didn't know what to say.

No wonder Old Madam Fang and Madam Fang didn't teach Miss Jun. There's really no way to teach such a person. I just wish I could turn away from them.

"His second uncle, calm down." Old Madam Fang said awkwardly, and glared at Miss Jun. "Don't be rude."

"Did you hear that? Don't be rude." Liu'er looked at the shopkeeper Song and snorted.

Miss Jun smiled and said nothing more, drinking her tea with an attitude that said, "I don't care about you guys."

It's simply unreasonable.

The shopkeeper Song stood up with a wave of his sleeves.

"Let me see Chengyu." He said and walked into the inner room.

Old Mrs. Fang followed him in without any resistance.

"Second Uncle." Mrs. Fang wiped her tears and said while making way.

Manager Song had a gloomy expression, but his eyes were full of care as he leaned over to look at Fang Chengyu.

"Chengyu. Chengyu." He called softly.

Fang Chengyu's face, which was originally abnormally pale due to illness, was now covered with a layer of gray, and his lips were completely bloodless. He kept his eyes tightly closed. If it weren't for his chest still rising and falling, one would have thought he was dead.

Hearing the shout, his eyelids moved, but he seemed to have no strength to open them.

Mrs. Fang, who was standing behind the shopkeeper Song, couldn't help crying out loud, but she quickly covered her tears.

Mrs. Fang cried without any concealment.

"How come he got so seriously ill all of a sudden? He was in good spirits when I saw him in the first month of the year." Shopkeeper Song said anxiously, turning to look at the crying mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. "What happened? I heard that he was abused by his wife, is that true?"

"No." Mrs. Fang said with sobs.

"How could he be abused?" Old Mrs. Fang also said, "His mother and I are not dead yet."

Manager Song said nothing, but just looked at their expressions.

Mrs. Fang and Old Lady Fang were pouring out their sorrow, and Old Lady Fang had a look of anger on her face in addition to sorrow.

Why are you angry?

Shopkeeper Song frowned slightly.

"So what happened?" he asked again, "Why did it become like this?"

Mrs. Fang and Old Mrs. Fang were evasive again and only said vaguely that it was nothing.

Even a fool would know that something is wrong.

Just as Manager Song was about to ask again, a maid came hurriedly from outside the door.

"Doctor Jiang is here."

It’s pretty fast. Maybe he’s waiting outside.

Zhenzhen's preparations were beyond her expectations. The moment she came in and saw Fang Chengyu, she was so frightened that her heart stopped beating.

It was so realistic. If I hadn't known it in advance, I wouldn't have believed that this was the method Jun Zhenzhen used.

Since Zhenzhen is already prepared, there is no need to worry.

To put it another way, even if Doctor Jiang could really see Fang Chengyu's true condition, there was nothing to be afraid of.

At worst, both sides will be destroyed.

Anyway, she will never let this enemy go.

Old Mrs. Fang raised her hand to wipe away her tears, her face filled with excitement.

"Come on, come in." She said, and people rushed out to greet them impatiently.

Mrs. Fang had already taken it.

Manager Song did not ask any more questions. With the imperial physician here, Fang Chengyu's body would honestly tell everyone what had happened.

The maids hurriedly opened the curtains. Old Madam Fang and First Madam Fang watched a man in his fifties walk in. He was energetic, well-dressed, had a kind face, and was very approachable.

Mrs. Fang recognized that this was Doctor Jiang.

A few years ago, in order to treat Chengyu's illness, she went to the capital in person, and spent money and used connections to meet the imperial physician Jiang.

"Doctor Jiang, please take a look at my son." She couldn't help crying and knelt down in front of Doctor Jiang.

Doctor Jiang was obviously used to this kind of situation, and he supported Madam Fang swiftly.

"Don't worry, don't worry. Let me take a look first." He said kindly.

Many people gathered in the room, including old women, maids, and the familiar old man, the shopkeeper Song.

As a doctor, Dr. Jiang did not care about the patient's family and was about to walk over, but subconsciously he felt a pair of eyes staring at him. He could not help but look over, past the messy women in front of him, and saw a young girl sitting on a small table by the window.

He looked over, but the girl looked away, raised her sleeves and drank tea.

"Doctor Jiang, please come this way." Manager Song said, holding Doctor Jiang's hand and seeing Doctor Jiang's gaze.

Everyone else greeted them with panic, excitement, or worry, but this woman was the only one sitting quietly by the side, looking like she had nothing to do with it. It was really...

Shopkeeper Song shook his head.

Doctor Jiang also found it a little strange, but not because of the girl's attitude. He was used to life and death and the reactions of people facing life and death. He knew that one cannot judge a person by his appearance and that feelings are not superficial.

He couldn't explain why he noticed this girl alone. He always felt that the look she gave him just now was inexplicably meaningful.

"Please come this way." Shopkeeper Song said without looking at Jun Zhenzhen.

Doctor Jiang did not stop and walked inside.

The maids had already placed a round stool in front of Fang Chengyu's bed. Doctor Jiang sat down and took his pulse without any polite questions.

Everyone held their breath and fell silent.

Old Madam Fang, Madam Fang, and Shopkeeper Song all looked at Doctor Jiang nervously, but only they knew what they were nervous about.

Doctor Jiang also remembered the Fang family. He did not come to see the patients in person at that time. Now he could not help but sigh when he saw it with his own eyes.

Life is death, this sentence couldn't be more appropriate for this young man.

He quickly withdrew his hand and stood up.

"You all know about Young Master Fang's illness, so you should just be more open-minded about it," he said.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the room looked uneasy.

Miss Jun smiled.

It seems that Jiang Youshu is still not as good as her master. After her master passed away, she returned to the capital. Although she had never dealt with him face to face, she heard that Jiang Youshu's skills were so superb that they had surpassed her master.

So what if it exceeds the limit? It doesn’t matter to her because her father is already dead.

However, he was able to invite Jiang Youshu, so the person behind the scenes must have some skills.

Miss Jun picked up the tea and took another sip.

The others were already panicking.

"Doctor Jiang, what do you mean? Is there something wrong with Chengyu?" asked the shopkeeper Song anxiously.

"Of course there is something wrong. Don't you know that his health is very bad?" said Doctor Jiang.

Everyone knows this.

"What about now? He wasn't so unwell a few days ago." asked the shopkeeper Song.

Since bringing in Imperial Doctor Jiang, he has almost replaced the Fang family.

In the past, or even half a day ago, when Old Lady Fang saw this scene, she would have thought it was natural and would have been full of gratitude towards Shopkeeper Song, but at this moment, her heart was filled with only hatred.

She wanted to eat the person in front of her alive, so much so that her eyes turned red.

With Fang Chengyu's true illness concealed, she no longer had to hide her grievances, anger, sadness and pain.

For an old woman who has lost her husband and son and is about to lose her grandson, any reaction is normal.

Doctor Jiang looked at their expressions.

"Now, it's even worse." He said with some sympathy, "The meridians are blocked, and the five organs are damaged. It's already dry."