"The young lady of the Jun family has retired and married. I thought the Jun family would have no roots in Runan and this world, but I never expected that she would suddenly become so shocking."

Standing on the side of the road, looking at the crowds of people on the street, a middle-aged man wearing a Confucian robe twisted his beard and sighed.

Several other elegant scholars around him nodded in agreement.

They all looked towards the Jiuling Hall, but the crowded crowd blocked the small thatched hut, not to mention seeing the people sitting in the hut.

Instead, the collapsed and dilapidated houses became more and more eye-catching.

This collapse was not caused by an earthquake or fire, nor was it due to the age of the rough-hewn thatched house. It was obviously caused by human intervention.

The scholars frowned.

"Why did the Jun family's Jiuling Hall collapse?" asked the middle-aged man who had just sighed.

These common people knew best how the Jun family's Jiuling Hall collapsed. They enjoyed chatting about it in the streets and alleys after meals, and they knew everything that happened in the city, including the ups and downs of the families.

But these were just topics of conversation. As for other matters, especially those involving disputes over land and real estate, even an honest official would find it difficult to make a judgment, and for them, it was none of their business.

But now seeing how powerful Jiulingtang was, even these scholars came to watch and enjoy the fun, and took the initiative to ask questions, so someone took the initiative to tell them the story.

It was simply that an orphan girl returned to open a pharmacy, but her family property was coveted and as a result, the house was demolished overnight.

But Miss Jun was not afraid of hardships and dangers. She resolutely set up a thatched hut on the ruins and opened the door to see patients under the name of Jiulingtang. She was also kind and generous like her grandfather and her family.

With the exaggerated descriptions of the people, a lonely and strong girl was portrayed in the eyes of the scholars.

Especially when I heard that Miss Jun didn't cry or make a fuss when facing the collapse of the house, but stood on the ruins holding Jiuling Hall in her small body, and turned to face the people and announced the opening of Jiuling Hall.

It is like a general who, faced with a surging enemy force, swears to defend his country to the death, or like a loyal minister who, faced with a corrupt and chaotic government, vows not to be corrupted.

"What a noble character." A scholar sighed.

"It's no wonder that he is a descendant of your family." Another sighed, "He has both the kindness of his ancestor as a doctor and the character of his father as a scholar."

"Who bullied such an orphan girl?" An older man calmly asked the most crucial question.

The people have little feeling for the integrity and character that scholars talk about. But it is always a good thing to see someone turn danger into safety and become famous in the face of threats.

Of course, the people have their own little cunning. They will not point out that it was Mr. Yan who did it, but they can't afford to offend Mr. Yan, but there are people who can.

"We don't know about that." Several people frowned. "But someone probably knows."

They pointed toward the crowd.

"Look, the Hu family said some time ago that this is their house."

Old Hu family?

The educated people also looked past it.

What is the Lao Hu family?

On the other side of the tall building, many people were also looking at the Jiuling Hall.

From the upper floor, one can clearly see the thatched hut on the ruins. The people inside cannot be seen, but the ancient and old plaque with the three characters "Jiulingtang" can be seen clearly.

Because the scene was too chaotic, those waiting to see the doctor spontaneously maintained order and kept those who wanted to express their gratitude outside.

"You don't have to nag. Miss Jun knows she can cure you. Don't bother her with her treatment."

But this did not make these grateful people leave. Miss Jun knew that it was Miss Jun's business that they would be cured, and they were still willing to let more people know, and at the same time to vent their joy of being cured after a long illness. So they all stood outside and excitedly described how serious their previous illnesses were, how many doctors they had seen, how many medicines they had taken, how painful and desperate they were, and how they were cured by Miss Jun's few prescriptions.

As the story was told, people either cried or laughed, and the listeners also cried or laughed along, and the scene was very noisy.

"Some people say that there is a secret behind Miss Jun's medicine that can cure diseases."

The person on the high building retracted his gaze and spoke.

"The Fang family in Yangcheng is a prosperous family with a lot of money. They can get any prescription from any skilled doctor or any rare one."

This made the other people in the room laugh.

"This is medical treatment, not a scientific examination." One of them said, "Even if you don't know anything about it, you can still become a Jinshi if you miss a question to make a trick. Treating diseases and saving people is a technical job, and you can't do it in the slightest."

"Yes, in the past half month, she has seen dozens of patients, with different illnesses of varying severity and backgrounds. One, two, or a dozen of them could be treated with her methods, but all of them were looked upon favorably. This method can probably only be performed by gods." Another person sighed.

"We have already sent people to investigate. These patients did not come into contact with anyone afterward, nor did they change their medicine." Someone else said, "Even if the Fang family is very capable, they can't do it so flawlessly."

Everyone looked out the window again.

"There is no other possibility except that it is my real ability." One person said affirmatively.

Then someone laughed.

"Yan San has hit a wall this time," he said.

At this point someone snorted.

"Look, the county magistrate's men are here." He said, pointing downstairs.

…

"I'm not seeing patients." Miss Jun said to the man in front of her.

Now the people in the queue were eager to see their seats, and would never allow others to occupy their seats, but the arrival of this man made people give way without complaint.

He walked straight over and asked if Miss Jun could come for a home consultation.

Miss Jun answered very straightforwardly.

"This is the steward of our county magistrate." The people waiting nearby couldn't help but remind him.

Miss Jun said "oh" and bowed slightly to the man as a greeting, but other than that she did not make any other moves.

The man didn't take it seriously and just smiled.

"Then let's go here." He said in a friendly manner, bowed to Miss Jun and turned around. Before he left, he saw the ruins here and looked a little surprised, "Why did the house of Jiuling Hall collapse?"

It has been nearly twenty days since the Jiulingtang house was demolished. The news has spread everywhere long ago. How could the county elders not know about it?

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present understood.

This means that the county magistrates will intervene.

The only ones who can control Mr. Yan, a country gentleman, are the government.

Miss Jun’s grievances were finally redressed, and the people present were excited.

Even Lei Zhonglian, who had always had a blank expression, showed a slight emotion.

Of course he was not excited, but sighed.

He once asked Miss Jun, are we just going to let the house issue go? But Miss Jun didn't care and said the house issue was not important, and she didn't even ask why.

But now look, without Miss Jun asking, someone has already taken the initiative to ask.

Others seek justice from God and Buddha, but Miss Jun just needs to sit and wait.

Lei Zhonglian was very moved, while Hu Gui, who was standing behind him, looked pale.

It’s over. It’s over.