My Unpopular Neighbor Girl Has Hidden Identities-Chapter 66 - Sixty-six Prescribe a Formula
Chapter 66: Sixty-six, Prescribe a Formula
Chapter 66: Sixty-six, Prescribe a Formula
Yang Lisheng nodded faintly and gave Xu Bowen a look up and down, a trace of dissatisfaction in his eyes. He had just asked Old Sir Wu about Xu Bowen’s situation and learned that he was now quite famous in the Beijing medical community; this pleased him, as after all, Xu Bowen was his student and his excellence reflected well on him.
However, Xu Bowen’s amassing of wealth through his medical skill greatly displeased him. As a doctor, the duty was to treat and save lives, yet Xu Bowen, believing in the superiority of his medical skills, made unreasonable demands on his patients.
“Teacher, are you staying in Beijing this time you’re back?” Xu Bowen approached Yang Lisheng excitedly. Although the teacher had been retired for almost ten years, he still held a significant position in the medical community. The deans of various hospitals and the patriarchs of some big families all showed him great respect. It was only because the teacher had been away for too long that his fame was not as great as his own.
“I am just here to take a look, I will leave in a couple of days,” Yang Lisheng turned to Old Sir Wu, “Could you arrange a room for us? I would like to talk to Bo Wen in private.”
“Of course,” Old Sir Wu commanded a servant nearby.
“Okay, Sir!” Sister Liu approached Yang Lisheng and Xu Bowen, “Please follow me.”
After Yang Lisheng and Xu Bowen left, Old Sir Wu approached Wu Tianming and Wu Tianci, looking at them angrily, and with a slap each, he reprimanded, “Are you even human? Tian Peng is your relative, and you could bring yourselves to do that to him. Why don’t you just poison me as well?”
“Dad, we were wrong,” Wu Tianming said with a guilty face, though a hint of cold ruthlessness hid in the depths of his eyes. Of course, he wanted to do just that, but the opportunity had never arisen. If it weren’t for this old man unwilling to relinquish power, the Wu Family’s assets would have been his long ago. He was the Wu Family’s eldest son; the family fortune should have been his from the beginning.
“Dad, it won’t happen again, please forgive us this one time,” Wu Tianci implored sincerely, his face filled with remorse. Once this was over, he and his brother would make sure to settle the score, including with that grandfather and granddaughter—they wouldn’t let them off.
“What you are asking for is not my forgiveness, but Tian Peng’s. If he doesn’t forgive you this time, you should leave the Wu Family,” Old Sir Wu said with deep disappointment. He thought they were just worthless, but he didn’t expect them to be so cold-hearted, to even hurt their own brother.
“Dad!” Wu Tianming and Wu Tianci looked at Old Sir Wu in disbelief. He was actually going to drive them out of the Wu Family.
“Are you really this heartless?”
“We are your own sons.”
“Hmph!” Old Sir Wu snorted coldly and turned toward Song Yan Ning and the others. He hoped they would reflect and sincerely apologize to Tian Peng. They were all his sons; he hoped they could live in harmony as brothers, rather than fighting over the family fortune, hurting each other.
Wu Tianming and Wu Tianci exchanged glances, both with a glint of cruelty in their eyes. Since they were unkind, they would not be blamed for being unjust.
Song Yan Ning withdrew her gaze, a faint cold smile in her cool eyes, looking at Wu Tingfeng, “Do you have the Four Treasures of the Study at home?”
Wu Tingfeng was slightly startled but nodded, “They are in the study room; I will go get them for you.”
“Mhm,” Song Yan Ning nodded once.
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Wu Tingfeng stood up and headed towards the study room.
Old Sir Wu regarded Song Yan Ning, full of admiration, and after a moment, he took out a bank card from his pocket, “Doctor, this is for the consultation fee.”
Song Yan Ning smiled and shook her head, “Wu Tingfeng has already paid the consultation fee. Before, my grandfather accidentally broke the vase he bought, so let’s consider the consultation fee as compensation for the broken vase.” Although the vase was fake, it was indeed bought by Wu Tingfeng for two hundred thousand and had broken due to a collision with her grandfather.
“How could the vase count?” Old Sir Wu extended the card to Song Yan Ning, “Doctor, you take this bank card.”
Song Yan Ning took a sip of tea from the table and leisurely said, “Give it to my grandfather later; it’s not appropriate for a child like me to handle money.”
“Okay then,” Old Sir Wu put the card on the table.
Soon, Wu Tingfeng returned with the Four Treasures of the Study and placed them in front of Song Yan Ning, “Doctor, the Four Treasures of the Study you asked for.” Fortunately, his grandfather liked painting, so these were readily available in the study room.
Song Yan Ning nodded, picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote out a prescription on the paper, which she handed to Wu Tingfeng, “Here’s the prescription. Administer it to the patient twice daily. After one course of treatment, the patient should recover. Make sure the patient avoids spicy and seafood during the treatment.”
“Okay!” Wu Tingfeng nodded, took the prescription, and, noticing Old Sir Wu watching, handed it to him.
Old Sir Wu took the prescription and observed the strong, energetic brush strokes with surprise. If he had only seen the writing, he would never have guessed it was from such a young child. Song Yan Ning truly was extraordinary—skilled in medicine and her calligraphy was also exceptional. If only she were his granddaughter.
Looking at Song Yan Ning, “It’s rare to find someone who can write calligraphy this well nowadays. Doctor, are you still in primary school? Have you thought about staying in Beijing for your studies?” If she stayed in Beijing, they could interact more often, and if he ever had any ailments, he could directly seek her and her grandfather’s help, with their medical skills, he had nothing to worry about.
Song Yan Ning shook her head, “I start first grade on September 1, and the school is already arranged.” She didn’t like using the brush to write, but her grandfather had taught her since childhood that calligraphy, like traditional medicine, was a precious heritage left by their ancestors, and one must cherish it. Furthermore, he stipulated that she should use a brush for prescriptions when the conditions allowed.
“Have you never considered staying in Beijing?” Wu Tingfeng asked. He also hoped Song Yan Ning would stay in Beijing; he was filled with curiosity about her and also wanted to ask her questions about medical skill. Just now, watching Song Yan Ning give his father acupuncture, he suddenly felt the urge to study medicine but wondered if it was too late to start learning now?
Song Yan Ning shook her head, “I like Yang City; it’s quieter.” If there were no special circumstances, she probably wouldn’t come to Beijing again.
Yang Lisheng and Xu Bowen came out of the guest room, neither looking very good.
“Teacher, I will leave first,” Xu Bowen said impassively and headed toward the main gate. He respected his teacher but did not agree with his teacher’s views. Treating and saving people was a doctor’s duty, but he also hoped to achieve material satisfaction through his medical skill.
