Hearing the hidden meaning in Chen Qingqing's words, Fan Tong was displeased. In Qingshui Town, who had ever eaten a bowl of porridge or a meal from the Fan family for free?
His willingness to distribute porridge, preventing those impoverished refugees from starving, is already a great act of kindness.
To even dream of eating thick rice porridge is simply a pipe dream.
By feeding the refugees this thin, watery rice porridge, the Fan family has already done a great service. If their ancestors knew this in the afterlife, they would give them a thumbs up.
He said with a smug look, "Miss Chen, please rest assured, I am sincerely distributing porridge to save people, how could I dare to deceive the gods."
When Chen Qingqing saw him spouting lies, she thought to herself, "A leopard can't change its spots. This man is rotten to the core. If I don't teach him a lesson, I'll be letting down his ancestors."
She concealed the anger in her eyes and said with a hint of sarcasm, "Since Master Fan is so sincere, I believe the gods will surely bless your Fan family with everything going smoothly and your wealth flourishing."
Fan Tong thought she was flattering him, and immediately beamed with joy, "Thank you for your kind words, Miss Chen. The Fan family will surely become richer and richer, and become a wealthy family in the region."
Madam Fan also had a happy expression on her face. "Miss Chen, did you come here today for a follow-up examination of my husband?"
Although Chen Qingqing was furious, punishing the wicked couldn't be done overnight; she had to do it discreetly.
"Yes, today marks the three-day deadline. I was worried that Mr. Fan's condition might relapse, so I came to check on him."
"Alright, alright, thank you for your concern, Miss Chen." Fan Tong chuckled as he spoke. "Miss Chen is a wonderful doctor, I feel much better, but my stomach is a little itchy again this morning."
“The evil wind in your body hasn’t been eliminated, so itching is normal. I’ll give you another acupuncture treatment in a bit.” Chen Qingqing said, taking out a paper packet from her backpack. “These are the pills I’ve prepared for you. Take one pill three times a day.”
"Good, good, good. I didn't expect Miss Chen to prepare the medicine so quickly. You've worked so hard." Fan Tong smiled and took the paper package with both hands. He carefully opened it and looked at the dark, life-saving pill. He was so excited that he almost cried. "That's great. I won't have to suffer from that agonizing itching anymore."
Mrs. Fan looked at Chen Qingqing with eyes full of gratitude, "Thank you, Miss Chen, for curing my husband's chronic illness. You are truly a savior of our Fan family!"
"Madam Fan, Mr. Fan, don't be too happy yet. You know this medicine is poisonous. Whether it can be cured completely depends on Mr. Fan's fate."
Fan Tong's excited heart felt as if it had been doused with cold water, and his face turned ashen. "Miss Chen, what do you mean by that?"
“Master Fan, I proposed two solutions back then, and you chose the second one. I remember I made it very clear to you that the second one was to fight poison with poison, which could only suppress the evil wind running rampant in your body. As for whether it will relapse, that is not something I can control.”
Madam Fan was anxious, but she still comforted him, "Sir, Miss Chen has done her best. You are a wealthy man, and you have done a good deed by distributing porridge today. You will surely live a long and healthy life."
Fan Tong nodded. "What you say is very true, Madam."
Madam Fan smiled gratefully at Chen Qingqing, "Miss Chen, you cured my husband's itchy disease. Our Fan family really doesn't know how to thank you enough."
"You're too kind. It's just part of a doctor's duty, nothing to brag about."
Madam Fan was just being polite, but Fan Hun took it seriously and quickly chimed in, "Mother, you just want to thank Miss Chen, what's so difficult about that? Just take out two pieces of your jewelry and give them to her, that'll be enough."
Chen Qingqing almost laughed at the landlord's silly son.
She raised an eyebrow. "Young Master Fan is joking. I am just a doctor. Why would I want Madam Fan's jewelry? You just need to pay me the agreed-upon consultation fee of twenty taels."
Mrs. Fan was so anxious she stared wide-eyed. This foolish son of hers! She was just being polite; how could he have taken it so seriously?
Any one of her pieces of jewelry is worth tens of taels of silver, so why should we give it to her?
Fortunately, Miss Chen was sensible, otherwise it would have been troublesome.
She smiled awkwardly, "Don't worry, Miss Chen, we will definitely pay you the agreed-upon consultation fee in full after you finish the acupuncture."
Chen Qingqing smiled faintly, "Alright, then I will administer acupuncture to Master Fan."
Fan Tong quickly lay down on the bed, saying, "Thank you for your trouble, Miss Chen."
Chen Qingqing took out silver needles and other tools, and thoroughly cleaned the several large lice from his navel. Then, with a thought, she produced a dose of poison in her hand.
Fan Tong, oh Fan Tong, I didn't want to torment you any longer.
But you'd rather risk your life than your money, you speak like a human being but do nothing like one. To get you to sincerely do some good deeds, the only thing we can do is make you lose some hair.
Otherwise, you really don't believe in superstitions!
Thinking to myself, I immediately raised my hand towards his face.
Fan Tong lay in bed, closed his eyes, and began to let his mind wander.
Miss Chen's technique is truly exceptional; when she pricks me, I don't feel any pain at all, but rather quite comfortable.
Thinking that this was the last time I would give him acupuncture, I felt a little regretful...
Just as he was lost in thought, a delicate fragrance wafted over, causing Fan Hun to unconsciously sniff. "What is that smell? It smells so good. It's like rouge and face powder, or maybe it's the scent of flowers. It smells amazing!"
Upon hearing this, Fan Hun couldn't help but run over quickly. "Dad, what smells so good? I love smells, let me smell it too."
As she spoke, she leaned closer and sniffed deeply, "Yes, there seems to be a fragrance, somewhat like the scent of Jinlian from Zuixianglou."
No, no, it smells like Yue Niang's scent. But no, his scent is a bit pungent.
Seeing him shaking his head, Fan Tong glared at him angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about? Yue Niang's body fragrance is absolutely amazing, unlike any other fragrance. It's even a bit pungent. You really don't know how to enjoy life."
“Father, you should rest,” Fan Hun shook his head and laughed. “To put it bluntly, Yue Niang has body odor. Mixed with rouge and powder, the smell is definitely different. I think your nose is really sick.”
Fan Tong felt increasingly uneasy as he listened, realizing that his son had led him astray. He quickly pointed at him and said, "You little rascal, who was discussing such nonsense with you? Get out of here right now!"
"You two should be more serious, don't get so worked up over a few words," Madam Fan snapped.
"Fine, fine, I won't say anything then!" Fan Hun fumed and stepped aside.
Chen Qingqing glanced at Madam Fan. This woman was no pushover either. In that case, why didn't the whole family go bald? That would have a better effect.
Having made up her mind, she raised her hand and waved it. Madam Fan immediately smelled a fragrance and sniffed. "Oh my, there really is a fragrance. It smells quite pleasant."
Fan Tong quickly sat up. "Madam, let me smell it quickly. I didn't get enough of it before Hun'er disturbed me."
"You should lie down quickly, Miss Chen hasn't told you to get up yet."
"Right, right, I forgot about that." Fan Tong quickly lay back down.
Chen Qingqing scoffed inwardly. If you like the smell, smell it more; the more you smell, the better the hair loss effect.
This bottle of poison was a hair removal powder that she specially bought in her space yesterday for 100 coins. Although it won't cause male genital shrinkage like Fan Hun, it will definitely turn him into a hairless chicken.
They don't believe in retribution, do they? Wait until tomorrow when they're all gone, and see how heartless they still are.
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