Unfortunately, Jiang Yuan looked too bad, so they didn't bother to touch upon Jiang Yuan's scars. They just moved on after a few words and turned the topic to Qin Zheng.
They were reluctant to let Qin Zheng go like this, and said that it would be fine if he didn't drink and just had a meal.
Just think of it as a get-together.
It's hard to refuse such a kind invitation.
Ye Yun smiled and took the initiative to say: "Qin Zheng, you can have a good time with them. I just happened to be going out for a walk and going to the pharmacy to buy some plasters for my aunt's injuries."
She is familiar with this area.
Besides, Qin Zheng just married her, not sold her, so she still needs space for private friendships.
Also, she wanted to ask the drugstore owner about abortion pills alone.
Qin Zheng responded with a "OK".
But he was worried about Ye Yun going out alone. Jiang Yuan's mother, Aunt Wang, happened to be at home, so he asked Aunt Wang to accompany Ye Yun.
Ye Yun couldn't help but smile bitterly. He treated her like a child.
Aunt Wang was a kind-hearted person. When she heard that Ye Yun was going to buy ointment, she excitedly took her hand and went to the pharmacy she mentioned.
When the drugstore owner saw her, he thought she was here to sell herbs again.
"Big sister, the goods you gave me last time were good. How much do you have this time?" The owner of the medicine shop warmly entertained her and said, "The main thing is that wild ginseng is valuable. Do you still have that wild ginseng?"
Ye Yun smiled and said, "Boss, I'm not here to sell medicine today. I'm here to buy medicine."
"Buy medicine?"
The boss looked behind her and indeed did not see the bamboo basket. He withdrew his enthusiasm, but did not cool down. He waved his hand at the row of medicine cabinets behind her and said, "Can you see what's missing?"
Ye Yun talked about the plaster for treating bruises and injuries.
The drugstore owner took out two plasters from the counter and said that one plaster should be used for seven days. After two applications, her illness would be cured!
He can really blow.
Ye Yun became a doctor after years of illness, so she naturally knew that it was impossible for two plasters to cure the disease, but it did help relieve Qin Xiang'e's back pain.
She put the plaster in her pocket and said, "Boss, I want to ask you something else."
"You tell me."
"That day I came to your place to sell medicine..." Ye Yun lowered her voice to avoid being heard, "Do you remember the girl who came to buy abortion medicine?"
"Remember." The drugstore owner said directly, "After you left, she came again."
Ye Yun's face darkened.
"Girl, is that your relative?"
"Yes, she's my sister." Ye Yun did not deny it. "Boss, did you catch her?"
"Hey? Look at what you said. This is where I sell medicine. If someone comes to buy medicine, I will give it to her." The owner of the drugstore saw the seriousness on her face and said, "But don't worry, girl. The medicine is not for her to take."
"Um?"
"I've been practicing medicine and buying medicine here for so many years. I can tell at a glance whether a woman is pregnant or not. Your sister doesn't look like she's pregnant."
“…”
Hearing this, Ye Yun breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you, boss."
"It's a small matter!" The boss waved his hand and said with a profiteer's smile: "Girl, when will you send me the herbs again?"
"In a few days."
"Okay, I'll be waiting for you then!"
…
Afterwards, Ye Yun saw that it was still early, so she followed Aunt Wang for a walk around the neighborhood and bought some things needed for the family.
I didn’t buy anything.
The main reason was that she didn't have much money and didn't dare to spend it lavishly. She bought two summer clothes for the old lady and then went home with Qin Zheng.
As soon as they entered the village, they saw Erdanzi, who was waiting eagerly, on the bridge at the entrance of the village.
"Brother Qin Zheng! You're back! Go home and have a look! There are so many people wearing Zhongshan suits at your house! It's incredible!"
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