Chapter 33 Personally Goes to the Clinic to Buy Medicine for His Son
Murong Ting's face darkened: "Murong Chen, if you keep acting up, I'll..."
"Because the medicine Uncle Lin Cheng bought doesn't taste like fatherly love!" Murong Chen put his hands on his hips, pouted, and his eyes were filled with tears of longing for fatherly love, giving him the best Oscar performance of his life.
When Murong Ting met those eyes, his heart inexplicably softened.
He rubbed his temples as he stood up and called Lin Cheng: "Come back, I'll buy the medicinal herbs myself."
Lin Cheng, who had already driven about halfway, slammed on the brakes: "???"
What kind of act are these father and son putting on? Workers have no human rights o(╥﹏╥)o
"By the way, Daddy, why don't you go to that clinic on Jiangyang Road to buy the medicine? It's very close!"
After tricking Lin Cheng, Murong Chen continued to trick his father, Murong Ting. He was extremely happy, practically circling around him.
"Daddy, are you eating steak? I want a bite too!"
"Daddy, why are you drinking red wine in the middle of the day?"
"Daddy, why aren't you leaving yet? We'll be late!"
"Daddy, Daddy..."
Just before his mind went blank, Murong Ting packed up the tableware, changed his shoes, and slammed the door shut.
How wonderful, the world is finally peaceful!
With Murong Chen, that little chatterbox, around, he really couldn't stand being in this house for even a minute longer!
...
Jiangyang Road.
Following her childhood memories, Kong Wange walked straight along the street and, after about ten minutes, finally arrived at the entrance of the clinic.
Looking up, the signboard of "Kong's Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic" had not been cleaned for a long time and was covered with dust.
The two large wooden doors at the entrance are already mottled and faded.
The Kong family prospered because of the traditional Chinese medicine clinic founded by her mother, but now the clinic has fallen into such a state of decline.
She sighed, stepped into the building, and looked around at her surroundings.
The renovation of the clinic was handled by her mother, Wen Xing.
The color scheme is antique, with a whole wall of medicine cabinets at the far end and a doctor's dispensing table in front.
In the main hall, there are three thick pillars on each of the four cardinal directions that reach the roof beams. On them are inscribed the words: "Heaven and Earth are mysterious and yellow, the Five Elements and Yin and Yang, the doctor hangs a gourd to save the world, the doctor has a benevolent heart."
Kong Wange felt a slight stirring in her heart when she saw these lines.
Her mother died shortly after she was born. She had only seen her in photographs and knew that she must have been a gentle and virtuous woman, but nothing more.
At that moment, she inexplicably formed a close connection with her mother.
Through these four lines of text, she seemed to see her mother taking her pulse with one hand and inserting needles with the other.
It must be very pleasing to the eye!
The hall was filled with a strong aroma of Chinese herbal medicine.
When Kong Wange lived in the countryside, she spent almost every day immersed in herbs, and the smell felt very familiar and comforting to her.
The lobby was rather deserted, with few patients and only a young doctor dozing off at the counter.
Kong Wange paused slightly and walked towards him.
The young doctor woke up abruptly upon hearing the voice, and his eyes lit up when he saw her: "Hello, are you here to pick up medicine or for a medical consultation?"
Kong Wange smiled and said, "Neither. I'm looking for someone."
The young doctor's expression instantly became indescribable, and his enthusiasm faded.
He said "Oh," looking disappointed, "Who are you looking for?"
"Do you have a doctor here named Zhang Fuxi?" Kong Wange asked politely.
The young doctor glanced at her and asked, "Do you need to see Dr. Zhang?"
Hearing him say that, Kong Wange's mind was made up.
It seems that Uncle Zhang has not left and is still at the clinic.
She smiled and said, "I am someone he knew. Could you please ask him to come out?"
The young doctor sighed and nodded: "Alright, wait a moment."
Then he turned around, lifted the curtain, and went into the back room.
Kong Wange found his retreating figure rather amusing. Ever since he learned that she wasn't a patient, this young doctor had acted as if his bones had been removed.
But then she felt a pang of sadness. After all, this was a clinic that her mother had built single-handedly. It was once renowned throughout Jiangcheng, but now it was deserted and in such a state.
Not long after, the young doctor came out, followed by an old man wearing an old-fashioned gray robe.
Before the old man could even lower his hand to lift the curtain, his voice drifted over, "Little girl, I heard you're looking for..."
“Uncle Zhang…?” Kong Wange was incredulous. In just five years, Zhang Fuxi looked as if he had aged more than ten years, with his temples turning white.
Upon hearing the sound, Zhang Fuxi lowered the curtain, looked at her, his gaze sharpened, and his words abruptly stopped.
After a long pause, he pointed at Kong Wange and said, "Miss, I... I'm sure my old eyes aren't deceiving me, you're back!"
Upon seeing her old friend again, Kong Wange couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion. She smiled and said, "Uncle Zhang, it's me."
Zhang Fuxi snapped out of his daze and hurriedly called to the young doctor, "Xiao Du, quick, boil a pot of hot tea!"
As he spoke, he hurriedly stepped out from behind the counter and said to Kong Wange, "Come, come, Miss, let's talk over here!"
Kong Wange followed him to the reception area on the west side of the lobby. After Xiao Du served tea, he went to the counter to keep watch.
The two sat on rattan chairs, Zhang Fuxi's mind still unsettled.
"Young lady, I thought you were staying abroad and would never come back. I really didn't expect that this old man of mine would have a day when I could see you again..."
As he poured her tea, he sighed, "Back when Kong Zhizhao sent you to the countryside, I couldn't help you. Later, when you married Murong Ting, I thought your good days were finally coming, but..."
"Sigh, it's all my fault for being useless. If I had known you didn't like Murong Ting, I would have done everything in my power to stop this marriage..."
Uncle Zhang's eyes reddened as he thought about the past.
The young lady had once been kind to him, and he had sworn to be loyal to her for the rest of his life.
He just hadn't expected that, at the last minute, he wouldn't even be able to protect the young lady's only daughter...
The entanglement between Kong Wange and Murong Ting was her private matter, and she was not in a position to discuss the misunderstandings with others.
She took a deep breath and could only smile and comfort him, "Uncle Zhang, you don't need to blame yourself. Whether in the countryside or abroad, I've actually been doing very well these years. I've met some benefactors who have helped me a lot."
Zhang Fuxi wiped away her tears, took a deep breath, and said, "I believe that Miss's kind heart must have accumulated a lot of good fortune for her. It's just a pity that Miss herself met the wrong person and died at such a young age..."
Kong Wange was also a little sad: "Uncle Zhang, I haven't asked yet. I remember that this clinic was doing well five years ago. Why has it fallen into such a state now?"
Speaking of this, Zhang Fuxi said indignantly, "Miss, you don't know this, but since you passed away, the reputation of the TCM clinic has been greatly diminished. In addition, Kong Zhizhao made reckless investments, and the savings that the TCM clinic had accumulated over the years were quickly squandered by him."
"After squandering his savings, he began to exploit the doctors in the clinic by raising their wages and increasing the prices of medicines. Within three months, the doctors in the clinic had either left or scattered, and all the customers had also left."
"Sigh, if it weren't for the kindness Miss showed me back then, and my inability to bear seeing her painstakingly built traditional Chinese medicine clinic go bankrupt, I wouldn't have been able to persevere long ago..."
Kong Wange felt distressed listening to this.
Although he knew Kong Zhizhao was not a good person, he still underestimated his despicable nature.
The mother of this traditional Chinese medicine clinic must have put in a lot of effort back then, but he has wasted it like this!
Taking a deep breath, she said knowingly, "No wonder the Kong family was willing to entrust the traditional Chinese medicine clinic to me."
Zhang Fuxi was taken aback at first, then his eyes widened and he said angrily, "What? Are the Kong family even human? Miss, this TCM clinic is a hot potato right now, and we're still owing a lot of debt. They're pushing you into a fire pit!"
Kong Wange didn't seem to care much. She smiled and pulled Zhang Fuxi aside, saying, "Uncle Zhang, please calm down. We can discuss the clinic later. I came here mainly to ask you about something."
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