Mo Yunzhao looked up at him, "Do you have any medicine that makes people irritable, easily angered, or on the verge of a breakdown?"
Dr. Wang: "Yes."
Mo Yunzhao gave a soft "hmm" and instructed, "My second uncle has been irritable lately. Go and take his pulse and prescribe some medicine for him."
Dr. Wang was full of doubts, but dared not ask, so he could only agree and then withdrew.
Mo Yunlan was also a little confused. "Second Uncle isn't that angry. Besides, why should we care about him?"
She felt that Dr. Wang should have his legs broken for giving false testimony.
Mo Yunzhao chuckled: "It's mainly because he's taking medication, which makes him irritable and easily angered."
Mo Yunlan said "oh" but her mind was completely blank and she was totally confused.
It's too hard to understand.
She'd rather just grab a knife and start slashing people; whoever Ah Zhao tells her to cut, she'll cut.
Dr. Wang pondered Mo Yunzhao's words and left Zhaotian Garden in a daze.
Before long, he was stopped by a servant. "Doctor Wang, the Second Master is not feeling well. Please go and take a look."
Dr. Wang had no choice but to follow behind.
But at this moment, he understood something.
Mo Yunzhao is asking him to give Mo Jinghao that drug that makes people irritable and easily angered?
So... is he going to quit or not?
Along the way, Dr. Wang's beard was so tangled it was almost knotted.
The servant led him to a private room, saying, "The Second Master hasn't arrived yet, so please rest here for a while."
"master."
Dr. Wang looked up and saw his wife. He frowned. "What are you doing here?"
Wang Jiangshi came up to him and showered him with concern and greetings. At the end, she even wiped the corner of her eye with a handkerchief.
Dr. Wang asked in a deep voice, "Why are you here?"
Wang Jiang put away the handkerchief. "You haven't been back for several days. Second Master sent someone to tell me that you had to leave on business and had offended the city lord. You were in danger, so he sent the guards to protect my daughter and me."
After listening, Dr. Wang twitched the corner of his mouth.
Wang Jiangshi: "Second Master is our benefactor, a good man. You must never do anything to wrong or hurt him."
Dr. Wang smirked.
That's bullshit! They're taking his wife and children hostage!
After sitting for a while, the servant came to say that the Second Master had arrived.
Dr. Wang, preoccupied with his thoughts and conflicted, turned and went to his study.
Mo Jinghao was drinking tea. The redness and swelling on his face had long since subsided, and he looked quite amiable.
"Second Master," Doctor Wang greeted respectfully.
Mo Jinghao pointed to the stool next to him, gesturing for him to sit down and have some tea.
Only then did he speak, "Didn't you leave? Why did you suddenly come back? I've already made arrangements for your family."
His tone was quite worried.
Doctor Wang nodded. "I wanted to come back and take my family with me, but as soon as I entered the city, I was taken back to the city lord's mansion."
"Have you met with your wife?"
Dr. Wang resisted the urge to roll his eyes and said, "Yes."
Why waste time talking to him when you should let the couple meet first?
Mo Jinghao hummed in agreement, then held the teacup, gently stirring the tea leaves with the lid and blowing on them.
They didn't seem to intend to say anything more, but they didn't chase them away either.
The silence was somewhat oppressive.
Doctor Wang felt extremely uneasy and spoke first, "The city lord ordered me to take the Second Master's pulse."
Mo Jinghao looked at him for a while, said "okay," and then extended his hand.
Dr. Wang stepped forward, took the pulse, and then stepped back to the side.
"Second Master's breath is a bit heavy, he has constipation, which is due to internal heat, and he is also a bit irritable. He should take some cooling and heat-clearing medicine."
Mo Jinghao: "Go ahead and open it."
Dr. Wang was writing the prescription beside him, glancing at Mo Jinghao every now and then, looking quite guilty.
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