696 Rock, Paper, Scissors, the Secret Guard said...

Well……

Seeing Su Wenqing's distorted, painful and regretful face, Feng Qingchen couldn't really put on a cold face, but he didn't have a good face either.

Feng Qingchen rolled his eyes at Su Wenqing in anger: "You still have the nerve to blame me, didn't you give me a chance to speak? As soon as I told you that you have kidney deficiency, you started yelling here, making everyone know that you have kidney problems, and you were afraid that others didn't know that you were not in good health."

"I'm just frightened." Su Wenqing shouted back confidently. Having kidney deficiency is better than being dying. He has lost all his face and dignity.

"Okay, okay, I know you're frightened. To calm you down, I won't charge you for the consultation this time, okay?" Feng Qingchen waved his hand, and thinking of Su Wenqing's profession, he added, "One thousand taels of gold."

"You're robbing people, and you want one thousand and two taels of gold? That's all I make in a year." Being a doctor is a violent profession. No wonder the old men in Xuanyi Valley never have to worry about going broke. Su Wenqing was deeply jealous, especially since he had recently lost a large sum of money.

"I haven't opened my shop for three years, but I've been making a living since I opened it. I gave free medical consultations some time ago, and I didn't receive any money for treating Cui Haoting, nor did I receive any money for treating Ye Ye. I haven't had any income for a long time... By the way, Ye Ye said he would pay the medical fee, remember to urge him later. Don't think I will forget him just because he's a coward." Feng Qingchen said viciously. If Su Wenqing gave her a knife, she would suspect that Feng Qingchen's profession was not a doctor but a butcher.

However, Feng Qingchen is now similar to a butcher. The butcher is sharpening his knife to kill pigs and sheep, while Feng Qingchen is sharpening his knife to kill them. Su Wenqing shrank back and said, "Give me some medicine. I want to go back."

Su Wenqing was afraid that Feng Qingchen would regret staying for too long, so he hurriedly urged her to get the medicine. Gold and silver have a price, but health is priceless. It would be worthwhile to spend a thousand taels of gold to cure his kidney deficiency, but... Feng Qingchen said it was free, so it would be a waste not to take advantage of it. Anyway, Feng Qingchen was not short of money.

"Wait." Feng Qingchen turned around and went back to her room. When she came out again, she was holding a basket of medicine in her hand: "This is a course of medicine. I have written down the method of taking it. You can read it yourself later. If you have any questions, come to me."

She was not good at treating kidney deficiency, so she only prescribed some medicines to strengthen the body and nourish the kidneys for Su Wenqing. Su Wenqing was too tired and should take some nourishment.

"Only this much? Why don't you take a little more? Are you going to withhold my medicine just because you don't charge me for the consultation fee?" Su Wenqing read it carefully. Feng Qingchen wrote it in great detail, so there was nothing to ask. He even wrote down the precautions and the foods that are not suitable to eat.

Very considerate, he is indeed a good doctor.

Feng Qingchen was too lazy to talk to the man with kidney deficiency: "After taking a course of treatment, come back for a follow-up visit. You can treat medicine as food. The more the better. You should pay attention to rest and don't work too hard. In addition...well, it's best to have less sex during this period."

Feng Qingchen found that she was becoming more and more shy. She couldn't even say the word "**" without changing her expression. As expected... When in Rome, do as the Romans do. She had completely integrated into this world. She didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.

"Ahem, I get it." Su Wenqing coughed twice unconsciously. What Feng Qingchen thought was a shy thing was a very bold statement in Su Wenqing's eyes. Fortunately, Su Wenqing had become accustomed to Feng Qingchen's toughness.

The job was done, and the bargain was in hand. Su Wenqing didn't stay long. He picked up the medicine and prepared to leave: "It's okay, I'll go first." He hurried home to take the medicine.

"Let's go, let's go." Feng Qingchen didn't bother to stay and waved his hand to signal Su Wenqing that he could leave.

Su Wenqing was pardoned and ran out with the medicine in his hand. When he met the servants of Feng Mansion on the way, they would stop and greet him: "Hello, Mr. Su."

"Hello, Mr. Su."

Normally, Su Wenqing would stop and smile at them to show his elegance, but today...

He felt that the way everyone looked at him was saying: It turns out that Mr. Su has kidney deficiency.

It's so pitiful that he has kidney deficiency at such a young age.

Mr. Su suffers from kidney deficiency at such a young age, how pitiful!

Just imagine, how could he laugh, how could he be calm and composed, how could he walk leisurely in such a situation.

When Su Wenqing saw the servants of Feng Mansion, he ran away as if he had seen a ghost. He accidentally dropped the medicine in the basket and said, "Master Su, Master Su, your medicine, your medicine fell."

The servant was holding a bottle of medicine and shaking it in his hand. He hurriedly chased after him. Su Wenqing stopped and was about to thank him when he saw four big words written on the bottle in the servant's hand: "Kidney-tonifying Capsules"

Kidney tonic, sir...

As if being chased by a vicious dog, Su Wenqing grabbed the medicine and jumped onto the carriage.

Feng Mansion, he never comes again, my wife is so sad.

Man, you can’t afford to be sick!

The servant stood there in confusion, unable to figure out what he had done wrong.

Sweat... If Feng Qingchen were here, she would definitely tell Su Wenqing that you not only have kidney deficiency but also a guilty heart. How many servants can read these days? It's just kidney deficiency, so why do you feel guilty? People who don't know would think you have syphilis.

The secret guards crowded on the tallest tree in Feng Mansion to watch the fun. Now that they had finished watching the fun, it was time to get to work.

The game of rock-paper-scissors decided that the loser would go to the Ninth Prince's Mansion to inform his master that Young Master Su had kidney deficiency. Then a certain secret guard was unlucky and lost the game of rock-paper-scissors.

"Do you have to tell the master about such a small matter? I think it's better not to tell him." The defeated secret guard said in a righteous manner.

The other secret guards looked at him with disdain: "You were the one who shouted the loudest just now. Now you say you can't go because you lost. It's not that easy. Go quickly..."

Tsk, if it’s a serious matter, they need to decide by rock-paper-scissors.

"Let's go, it's no big deal. Oh, by the way... I think I match some of the things Miss Feng mentioned, what should we do? Do you think we should suggest to the master to let Miss Feng check us all, or just go and steal Mr. Su's medicine?" A certain secret guard was unwilling to give up and hesitated to leave.

If he told his master about this, he would probably beat him to death. What a waste of time. Damn it, who came up with this suggestion? Life is too boring, isn't it...

"Forget about stealing Mr. Su's medicine. That medicine is for treating kidney deficiency. Mr. Su will definitely hide it very carefully. But we can let Miss Feng check it for us. Miss Feng is a good doctor. We allow you to make the suggestion to the master on our behalf. As long as the master agrees, we have no objection." The secret guards grinned.

They have been living a life of day and night reversal for years, and are nervous every day. They have to stay in the same place for hours without moving. Even though their bodies have been nourished with precious medicinal herbs, they still have many minor ailments.

But if you tell your boss about this, are you seeking credit or admitting your own failure?

If they want to take credit, they should give up the idea as soon as possible, as their master is already very dissatisfied with them; if they want to admit that they are not good enough, they can go back and train again.

I really can't bring this up with the master. If I have to bring it up, I'll just say, "Forget it. It's still possible to talk to Miss Feng about this, but I don't have the guts to talk to the master...

The secret guard who lost the game of rock-paper-scissors shook his head repeatedly. Under the urging of everyone, he set out on the journey reluctantly and walked with heavy steps to the Ninth Prince's Palace.

The secret guard was like a ghost, nimbly avoiding the surveillance outside the mansion, quietly came to the study, knelt down with a thud, and said in a deep voice: "Master, Master Su accompanied Miss Feng to the outskirts of the city this afternoon. The cemetery for General Feng and Madam Feng has been selected. When he came back, Master Su was not feeling well. Miss Feng diagnosed that Master Su had kidney deficiency."

The secret guard spoke in a calm and normal manner, but only he himself understood how nervous and worried he was at the moment.

"Yes." The Ninth Prince responded, indicating that he understood, and signaled the secret guard to say the next thing, but...

The secret guard was sweating profusely. He had no other news to report. He did not dare to waste the Ninth Prince's time, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Master, I will take my leave."

"Yes." The Ninth Prince still did not say much, only expressing that he understood. The secret guards retreated quickly as if they had been pardoned, fearing that they would be punished by their master if they were a step late.

After the secret guard left, the Ninth Prince tapped the table lightly, his deep eyes flashing with strange light. If the secret guard was here, he would definitely cry in front of the Ninth Prince, because...

The Ninth Prince believed that although the secret guards following Feng Qingchen had become more clever, they were too ignorant and reported all the trivial matters to their superiors.

It seems that this group of people are too idle and need to be given more exercise.

Also, even Su Wenqing, that pampered guy, has kidney deficiency. These secret guards are probably prone to health problems as well. For the sake of their health, they should strengthen their training and keep fit!

The Ninth Prince thought of several reasons to strengthen the training, but he did not think of examining the secret guards, causing Feng Qingchen to lose the medical examination fee in vain.

Ahem...you're thinking too much. The Dark Guards have dedicated doctors who are well versed in pharmacology. The Dark Guards' bodies have been developed with drugs, and those doctors know better how to treat the Dark Guards.

Feng Qingchen resolved the issues with the cemetery and Su Wenqing, and the Ninth Prince also sent Fu Lin away. Fu Lin did want to talk to him sincerely, but so what?

Fu Lin has his own responsibilities and missions, and he also has his own responsibilities. He will not give up just because of a few words from Fu Lin, nor will he believe him just because of a few words from Fu Lin.

After Fu Lin came out of the Ninth Prince's Mansion, he went straight into the palace. Without notifying, Fu Lin met the Emperor directly. The Emperor was fiddling with the chess game. Ever since he lost the game to the Ninth Prince, the Emperor loved to play with the chess game.

Seeing Fu Lin coming in, the emperor asked without even looking up, "How is it?"

"The Ninth Uncle was unmoved." Fu Lin did not lower his head like most people, but looked at the emperor at eye level. In this way... he showed his arrogance and revealed all his thoughts to the emperor, letting the emperor know that he had no ulterior motives.

"Unmoved? My ninth brother is becoming more and more thoughtful." The emperor nodded and put away the chess pieces on the chessboard: "Play the next game with me."

"Yes." Fu Lin stepped forward with gritted teeth.

He didn't like playing chess with the emperor. It was too painful. He was not the ninth uncle. He didn't dare to kill the emperor without leaving a single piece of armor. He had to let him go without leaving any trace. That would be too much of a test of his skills...