The two managers looked at each other in surprise. Not necessarily? Could it be that the host had received some news
In the Yu Mansion, Old Yang was invited to sit in the hall first, and then Yu Chengde went to invite Feng Jiu. When he came to the backyard, he saw the two of them basking in the sun in the yard, so he called out, "Master Ling, Madam Ling."
"Have you prepared everything?" Fengjiu looked at Yu Chengde who was standing outside the courtyard and asked.
"Yes, I have prepared everything." Yu Chengde said, and after a slight pause, he said, "Madam Ling, when I went to Baicaolou to buy spiritual medicine, I met Mr. Yang."
As he said this, he remembered that she might not know who Mr. Yang was, so he explained: "He is the famous doctor we went to see this time. He came for the Thousand Blood Red Heart Grass, but I bought it first, and then..."
He told her what happened and said apologetically, "I really can't refuse. He is sitting in the front hall now."
Feng Jiu smiled and said, "So that's how it is. It's okay. I'll go meet him then." She stood up and said to Xuanyuan Moze, "I'll be back soon."
"Yeah." Xuanyuan Moze responded, and after watching her leave with Yu Chengde, he closed his eyes and squinted for a moment.
In the front hall, Old Yang was drinking tea. When he heard footsteps outside, he put down his teacup and looked. His gaze naturally passed Yu Chengde and fell on the woman in green next to him.
After taking a look at her from head to toe, he asked in a bad tone, "Are you Madam Ling?" Looking at her so young, she actually said she knew medicine? She could even cure diseases that he couldn't? This was really too much!
Feng Jiu glanced at him and smiled: "Not bad." She walked forward, sat down on the chair, and turned to look at Yu Chengde: "Where are those things? Let me see them." Obviously, she did not take Old Yang seriously.
This action of hers angered Old Yang. He slammed the table heavily and shouted angrily: "The Thousand Blood Red Heart Grass is poisonous. You actually said you could give it to his father? Do you think he is not dying fast enough?"
Feng Jiu glanced at him and asked slowly, "Who are you? Why are you meddling in my affairs?"
Yu Chengde, who was standing by, saw that the two were not on good terms and was just thinking about smoothing things over when he heard Elder Yang snort heavily, "Hmph! You little woman don't know people! The person sitting in front of you is a famous and respected medical saint!"
Hearing this, Feng Jiu raised her eyebrows: "Oh? I heard from Patriarch Yu that you can't cure his father's illness?"
Elder Yang frowned and said, "So what if I can't cure it? Can you cure it?"
“Not only can you not cure him, but you don’t even know what disease he has? You can’t even see symptoms like these. How dare you say you are a famous medical saint respected by everyone?” Feng Jiu’s voice was filled with a hint of laughter. Her casual tone and the indifference on her face made Old Yang angry and embarrassed.
Old Yang stood up angrily, pointed at Fengjiu and shouted, "You, you are so presumptuous!"
The head of the Yu family hurried forward and said, "Mr. Yang, please sit down first and don't be angry." As he said this, he took out the prepared things and placed them on the tea table beside him: "Mrs. Ling, do you think these things are all right? Is there anything missing?"
Feng Jiu did not argue with the old man. She just glanced at the things on the table and nodded: "Yes, these things are good." She stood up and said to the head of the family: "Take the things and go to your father."