Chapter 371

Qi Yingying sneered.

After that, she handed Bai Xiuxiu some fruit. She looked friendly, as if this was her own daughter: "Xiaobai, eat some fruit quickly, your father-in-law and Qinghe will be back in a while.

Don't worry, it must be good news.

Qinghe is a smart kid, he will definitely be able to do it."

Qi Yingying didn't know whether she was persuading Bai Xiu Xiu or herself.

Now she was extremely nervous. Although she sounded tough just now, she even sent He Tian and He Huihui back to the house.

But if the eldest son disappoints Lao He today, it won't be long before the family returns to its previous state.

She couldn't stand this wave of falling out anymore.

She has endured this for more than 20 years, allowing this family to suck their blood.

What good person can endure this forever?

This incident happened just in time to help my daughter-in-law gain favor.

Bai Xiuxiu didn't know what Qi Yingying was thinking, but she could guess a little about Qi Yingying's attitude.

Don't hit a smiling person. She will not soften her attitude towards them until Qinghe accepts them.

But it's not to the point of having a cold face.

So Bai Xiuxiu imitated her husband and smiled and said thank you: "Thank you."

Her attitude made Qi Yingying's heart choke.

I always feel that the eldest son treated Lao He in the same way just now. This couple...their attitudes are exactly the same.

He's fine with anything except calling them mom and dad.

Aren’t she and Lao He good enough to their eldest son?

Qi Yingying was feeling depressed, and the same question was still lingering in He Zhifei's mind.

He Zhifei pedaled his bicycle depressedly so as not to be left behind by his son.

He originally thought that taking his son on a bike ride would help strengthen the father-son relationship, but before he could even say it, his son was already waiting for him on a bike.

I wasn't prepared to share a bike with him.

And he pedaled so fast that he didn't even have a chance to speak.

With the mentality of not wanting to be left too far behind by his son, He Zhifei pedaled his bike seriously all the way.

He finally got to the destination and was able to take a breath.

Wang Qinghe stood there leaning against his bicycle, quietly waiting for He Zhifei to finish panting.

The place where they parked was not far from the hospital. There were some courtyards of former wealthy families nearby. Like the ones we had seen before, they were all divided into individual houses.

He Zhifei took Wang Qinghe into one of the courtyards, which was a large courtyard with three entrances.

Director Zhou lives in the house on the east side of the front yard.

There was a small shed at the door of his house, with a pot inside containing soup made from medicinal herbs.

The smell of medicinal herbs wafted out. After Wang Qinghe smelled it, he looked at the size of the pot. He also saw someone who had just entered the yard and ran straight over here.

He poured a bowl of soup, drank it and went back home.

This soup is used to drive away the cold. Winter is dry and cold, and it is inevitable that some people will get sick due to the cold air entering the body.

Drinking some of these soups can warm your body.

This must have been put there by the old man so that anyone passing by on their way home could have a sip, right?

Based on this incident, Wang Qinghe made a simple guess in his mind.

But no conclusion has been drawn.

He followed He Zhifei into the house silently. As soon as he entered the house, he was filled with a strong smell of medicine.

There was only a silver-haired old man and an acquaintance in the room.

When Yu Cheng saw Wang Qinghe coming, he was really surprised.

The reason he came here today was to get medicine for his father. His father had been pissed off by his elder sister recently, so he needed some medicine. He happened to run into the old man recruiting apprentices, so he only came here an hour and a half.

In just such a short period of time, the old man has already scolded eight people away.

He was still wondering who would be the next unlucky one, but then... his good brother showed up.

But if you think about it carefully, it makes sense. Wang Qinghe is very interested in traditional Chinese medicine and medicinal materials. If Uncle He knew about this, he would probably ask for such a good thing for him.

What if it succeeds?

Yu Cheng thought about it in his heart and looked at Wang Qinghe twice to see if he was nervous.

Ever since he met Wang Qinghe and his wife in that county, he rarely saw the couple in any state of breakdown or tension.

If I could see it, it would be worth waiting so long.

"You are here, come and sit down. I have prepared the tea, Xiujuan, serve them some tea." The old man said as he stared at Wang Qinghe.

Wang Qinghe was not nervous either. He thought that looking a few more times would not cause him to lose any more meat.

"Qinghe, come and sit down." He Zhifei said as he became polite to the old gentleman in front of him.

"Director Zhou, this is what I was talking about before, my eldest son." He Zhifei deliberately sat back so as not to block his son.

"Well, don't be nervous, kid. My name is Zhou Zhiyao. My greatest wish in this life is to learn as much as possible about various medicinal materials, treat various diseases, and treat as many patients as possible." The old man looked very kind.

Hearing him say this, Yu Chengdu began to worry about Wang Qinghe.

Because...the eight people just now also had this opening statement.

After they exchanged a few pleasantries, the old man started to drink the soup outside and then said something about tea. Then he started to curse.

The nicer you talk now, the more harsh the scolding will be later.

He had heard so much, but he still didn't understand why those people were being scolded!

He Zhifei glanced at his son nervously. All he knew about his eldest son was from the account book that made people angry just by looking at it, and from several encounters with him.

I also heard old friends praise this kid for his hard work in the factory.

But he had no idea how this child got along with others.

However, He Zhifei's worries were unnecessary because Wang Qinghe didn't even look at him.

Wang Qinghe met the old man's scrutinizing gaze and did not avoid it. He just looked at the old man and said, "Did your wish come true?"

Zhou Zhiyao was delighted to hear this: "How can it be that easy? The most regrettable thing for me now is that I can't live for another few decades or hundreds of years. If I had a little more time, I could learn more about this knowledge.

I can help more people too.

My child, why do you want to study Chinese medicine? I heard that you had a hard life since childhood, and it is difficult to get in touch with this in the village.

It seems like you just started to get in touch with it recently?"

Wang Qinghe listened to his question without panicking: "I want to work harder to give my wife a good life. So besides work, I want to learn more. The old Chinese medicine doctor in the village has a connection with me, so he taught me.

He said I was a genius and that I should study hard.

I finished reading all the books in his hand in no time.

He said he had nothing to teach me and hoped that I could have a better teacher to teach me. He said I shouldn't be buried.

I don't know if I am, but I want to learn.

I also wondered if I was really the genius he said I was, and if I could use what I learned to help more people.”

He Zhifei's eyes went dark after hearing Wang Qinghe's words. Why was this kid still mentioning his wife at this time?