When the officers and soldiers chased out from other directions, there was no one in sight.
In order to find out the identities of the men, the officers and soldiers sent the bodies to the government's special morgue.
The next day, the government officials began to investigate the identities of these thugs and soon found out that they were thugs who made a living by doing bad things for money.
At the same time, it was also found out that they were the ones who destroyed the Miaoshou Medical Clinic.
Jiang Mengli was watching a craftsman repairing a medicine cabinet in the clinic when suddenly government officers and soldiers arrived at the door.
"Miss, are you the owner of this clinic?" the soldier asked politely.
Jiang Mengli stopped what he was doing, turned around and walked over, "Yes, I wonder what the officials can do for you?"
After hearing her voice, the officer ruled her out as the murderer, but still said, "The four thugs who smashed your clinic yesterday are dead. They were killed last night by someone who called herself the Ghost-Faced Heroine."
"I wonder if there's a woman with a hoarse voice around you who's skilled in martial arts and whose favorite weapon is a whip. If there is such a person, please let me know."
Is this to investigate the murderer?
They were quite active in investigating the deaths of a few thugs, but they weren't so active in catching the murderer when the store was smashed yesterday?
Jiang Mengli collected his thoughts and said, "I'm sorry, I really don't know the woman with the hoarse voice. I was thinking of finding those thugs to ask for compensation, but I didn't expect that she would be dead now."
"But it's a good thing that the Ghost-Faced Lady is able to eliminate harm for the people. Her efficiency is much higher than that of the government officials. If she hadn't taken action, I'm afraid you wouldn't have been able to catch her."
Upon hearing this, the officers and soldiers looked embarrassed. "The ruffian's death was not unjust. The lord was just worried that the ghost-faced female knight was a dangerous person, so he wanted to capture her."
"This time she killed the bad guys. What if she kills the good guys later? We're doing this just in case. Sorry for bothering you."
After the officers and soldiers finished speaking, they turned and left.
After watching them leave, Jiang Mengli was glad that she had changed her voice last night, but the only flaw was that she shouldn't have used the whip.
The clinic was smashed during the day yesterday and the thugs were killed at night. It’s no wonder that the government officials came to question her.
It took three days to repair the clinic, another day to prepare the medicinal materials, and it resumed normal business on the fifth day.
When there were no patients, she would teach Forrest Gump some medical knowledge, letting him practice acupuncture or study medical theories.
Forrest Gump's grandfather is a doctor. He has been exposed to this kind of things since he was a child and learns very quickly.
One day, Jiang Mengli was holding this little wooden man, which had many small black dots on it, all of which were marked acupuncture points.
She pointed to some acupuncture points and explained to Forrest Gump, "These acupuncture points are relatively close to each other, but their functions are very different. There must not be the slightest deviation during acupuncture."
"The speed of acupuncture must be fast, fierce, and accurate. Only when the movement is fast enough can the patient not feel pain. To be fast, you need to practice more often."
"When you have nothing to do every day, take a carrot and practice. I'll teach you how to sew later. Some wounds heal faster with suturing. It's very useful for you."
Although she did not accept Forrest Gump as her apprentice, she explained everything to him like a teacher and treated him as an apprentice.
A-Gump listened very carefully, and after hearing the following words, his face lit up with joy. "Thank you for your guidance, Master. I will do as you say as soon as I have time."
Hearing this, Jiang Mengli smiled and said, "You call me Master?"
A-Gump smiled shyly and lowered his head, "You've taught me so much, aren't you my master?"
"Okay, then you will be my apprentice from now on." Jiang Mengli also agreed happily, "You are my first apprentice, you must study hard. I know you also have some medical skills. If a patient comes later, you can treat him."
Only real practice can help you learn faster. If you just talk about it on paper, many problems will arise in practice.
Suddenly a carriage stopped.
The two stopped talking and looked up at the same time.
A noble white figure came down from the carriage. When he raised his head, Jiang Mengli's face instantly fell.
This is the person she least wants to see... Wen Mohan!
Jiang Mengli stood up and said, "Disciple, the patient is here. He is of noble status. Please give him a pulse diagnosis worthy of his noble status."
Forrest Gump looked bewildered. "Does pulse diagnosis have to be divided into high and low levels? This is the first time I've heard of this... this kind of thing. What's the difference?"
the difference?
Jiang Mengli glanced at Wen Mohan and responded, "Of course it's determined by the price. The more noble the status, the more the consultation fee can't be too low, otherwise it would be disrespectful to the other person's noble status."
A-Gump: “…” The corner of his mouth twitched.
The master's way of making money by treating patients is quite novel, and he specifically targets rich people.
Wen Mohan sat down expressionlessly, "The clinic is so small, and the medicine cabinets are patched up. I knew you would be very shabby when you left Prince Yu's Mansion."
Jiang Mengli glanced at him and said directly to A-Gan, "Take his pulse. Judging from his words and actions just now, he seems to have a brain disease. Take a good look at him."
The words just now have let A-Gump know his identity, how could he dare to really take his pulse?
Ahem…
He coughed twice to relieve his tension, then stood up and stammered, "Disciple...disciple's research on the brain is not deep enough, so let Master...Master come."
Without waiting for Jiang Meng to leave the entrance, he retreated to the back.
Jiang Mengli sat down and looked into his eyes calmly. "If you want to see a doctor, stretch out your wrist. If you don't want to see a doctor, leave immediately."
Wen Mohan looked into her stubborn eyes calmly, and said in a calm and gentle tone, "How much money do you think your clinic can make? I'm afraid it's not enough to support your pretty boy, right?"
"Prince Jing has returned to the capital. I believe he already knows a lot about what happened in Huangzhou. He will definitely not let me go, let alone you. But if you stay in Prince Yu's Mansion, you will be much safer."
He threatened her with Prince Jing and tempted her with the promise of protecting her safety, with the ultimate goal of getting her to return to Prince Yu's Mansion.
Jiang Mengli sneered after hearing this and said, "When I was the Princess of Yu, I saved you from danger every time. Now you say that staying in your Prince Yu's Mansion will be much safer, I don't believe you."
"If you really have nothing else to say, please move aside immediately and don't delay other patients. Even if I get chopped into pieces by others in the future, it will have nothing to do with you."
When her business was truly unforgivable, she was completely heartbroken and now didn't want to have anything to do with Wen Mohan.
Wen Mohan secretly tightened his fingers when he heard this, then put his wrist on the table and said, "I'm not feeling well. Can you help me take a look? I've been feeling sleepy and cold these past two days."
Jiang Mengli opened his mouth and said loudly: "The consultation fee is one hundred taels, not a penny less."
Everyone: “!!” Shocked.
The pulse diagnosis fee is one hundred taels. It’s the first time I’ve seen such an expensive consultation fee.
Wen Mohan smiled helplessly, "Okay, diagnose the problem and I'll give you one thousand taels."
Jiang Mengli: “……?” A little confused.
Could it be that this bastard is really sick in the brain? His tone and expression are gentler than before.
I asked for one hundred taels, but he actually raised it to one thousand taels!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com