Chapter 589: A hard knock on Rongchenghou Mansion

Third Young Master Weng couldn't help it anymore, gritted his teeth and glared at Qiao Ran:

"Nonsense! How could there be a tumor in the brain? You must be trying to extort money from our family! How can you see the tumor in the brain with your eyes? Why can't I see it?"

Young Master Weng couldn't bear it any longer. He turned around and slapped Young Master Weng hard on the face again, angrily yelling:

"If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will severely punish you on behalf of my father! Someone, take the third young master down and lock him in his yard and not let him out!"

"Yes, young master!"

Several guards came in and said, "Third Young Master, I'm sorry!" and then pulled the person out.

"Weng Yusen! My father is not dead yet, and it is not your turn to make the decision in the Hou Mansion! Let me go! Let me go! You have all been deceived by this stinky girl, she is a liar! A liar!..."

"I'm sorry, Miss Qiao, my third brother is really outrageous. Don't take his words to heart. We all believe you."

Mr. Weng stroked his brow with his hand, feeling that his head was going to hurt.

Young Master Weng, who was about to be dragged to the door, was still struggling and angrily calling Qiao Ran a liar.

The second young master Weng couldn't stand it any longer, so he chased after him, reached out and struck the third young master Weng with a knife on the back of his neck. The stunned third young master Weng was dragged away by the guards.

Mrs. Weng no longer cares about her son. Right now, her husband is the most important thing.

She stared at Qiao Ran eagerly, eager to get exact assurance.

Qiao Ran smiled nonchalantly: "It's okay, I don't care. But if Young Master Weng comes to jump around in front of me again in the future, I will give him a small warning. You won't blame me, right?"

Mr. Weng smiled awkwardly: "No. From now on, I will have people strictly monitor the third brother and not allow him to go to the girl to cause trouble. If he dares to go, the girl can do it, as long as he doesn't kill or maim him. , please feel free to do whatever you want.”

"Sen'er!"

Mrs. Weng screamed.

Mr. Weng looked over, and Mrs. Weng immediately fell silent.

She felt that her eldest son was becoming more and more powerful like his father, and as a mother, she would be frightened when she saw the look in his eyes.

Qiao Ran smiled with satisfaction: "That's good, I definitely won't beat people to death or maim them."

It will only make people suffer more than being beaten to death or maimed!

Qiao Ran continued: "The tumor in Mr. Hou's brain did not grow overnight, but grew slowly over a long period of time. If it is not controlled, the condition will become more and more serious. Now I need to find a man named Crow." Only those who dare to use herbal medicine can refine the symptomatic pills, and then use silver needles to prick the acupoints to achieve a complete cure. Now, I will prescribe a few doses of dietary prescriptions to relieve the patient's pain, stop vomiting, and stop constipation and headaches. "

"Okay, okay, then I'll trouble Miss Qiao!"

Mr. Weng quickly asked his servants to prepare pens, inks, paper and inkstones, and Qiao Ran wrote a few dietary prescriptions on the table nearby.

Mr. Weng stood aside and watched as the little girl who came from a rural farm in a remote state capital wrote down a whole piece of paper with eloquent words. Her handwriting was not as graceful and neat as the average daughter's, but instead gave off a manly look. The free and easy heroism.

If I hadn't seen her write it with my own eyes, just looking at the handwriting, it would be hard to believe that it was written by a teenage girl.

Mrs. Weng also came over and looked at the words on the paper.

"Red beans... Phytolacca... boiled carp..., longan... ocher drink... fried gecko? Centipede boiled walnuts? This, this, this..."

Mrs. Weng's eyes almost popped out of her head. She covered her mouth and pointed at the paper on the table in horror:

"These...are these really edible?"

Mrs. Weng couldn't help but wonder when she thought about what the third child had just said. Miss Qiao wouldn't really want to take revenge on her husband because she hated her son, right?

Although Mr. Weng also looked a little strange, he comforted his mother: "Gekkos, centipedes, toads, and scorpions can all be used as medicine. There will definitely be no problem with Miss Qiao's prescription."

As he spoke, he secretly winked at his mother, hoping that she would stop talking nonsense and annoy Miss Qiao again.

Mrs. Weng immediately did not dare to question it anymore.

Anyway, after Qiao Ran left, she could have someone take this prescription to a medical clinic in the city and ask a doctor to confirm that it was not a random prescription.

Qiao Ran didn't care whether they believed it or not. Anyway, she paid for the treatment and prescribed the prescription. It was up to them whether they wanted to follow it or not.

Putting a piece of paper with several dietary prescriptions on it into Mr. Weng's hand, Qiao Ran said:

"Okay, if nothing happens, I will go back. I used a painkiller pill for this diagnosis and treatment, and also used a silver needle to prick the acupoints, so the fee is three thousand taels. After I go back, I will go to find the gallbladder to make pills. At that time, the price of the pills will depend on the rarity of the javanica, or you can send someone to get the javanica and I will prepare the medicine. As long as you take two pills a day and take them for half a year, the patient's brain disease can be cured."

In fact, the gallbladder pills she made can cure the disease in just three months, but who made her so unhappy with Mr. Weng's attitude?

If you don't give Rongcheng Hou's house a hard blow, how can you live up to yourself who has been repeatedly provoked?

Mrs. Weng and the two young masters of the Weng family were extremely surprised when they heard that Marquis Rongcheng's brain disease would be completely cured in half a year.

All the doctors in the capital and the imperial physicians in the palace were unable to cure this brain disease. Unexpectedly, Miss Qiao said that it could be cured and it would only take half a year.

As long as Marquis Rongcheng is here, the Marquis's mansion will not fall. How can they be unhappy about this?

"Thank you so much, Miss Qiao! Then please make the pills as soon as possible. Our Marquis Mansion will also send people around to look for the gallbladder you mentioned."

Qiao Ran nodded and waited to collect the money and leave.

Mr. Weng took the small money box that he had just brought to Qingshui Village, opened it and showed it to Qiao Ran:

"Miss Qiao, here are four thousand taels of silver notes and one hundred taels of silver. Think of it as the medical fee and my third brother's apology for being disrespectful to you! I will ask Miss Qiao to take more time to treat my father in the future." .”

He took the initiative to give it to him, but Qiao Ran was not polite to him. She took the box and left.

Mr. Weng hurriedly said: "Miss Qiao, when you came here just now, you were riding the horse of our palace guard. I'll have someone prepare a carriage to take you back!"

Qiao Ran said calmly: "No, I have something to do and I have to go to my grandma's house. I'll ask someone from the General's Mansion to take me back."

"In that case, then I'll have someone take you to the General's Mansion!"

Young Master Weng quickly called the housekeeper and asked him to send someone to take Qiao Ran to the General's Mansion.

Qiao Ran rode the carriage of Marquis Rongcheng's Mansion to the gate of the General's Mansion, and asked the coachman of Marquis Rongcheng's Mansion to drive the carriage back.

When General Zheng saw his granddaughter coming, he was as happy as anything, and he repeatedly ordered people to bring delicious food.

"Ran Ran, are you very busy? You rarely come to the General's Mansion to accompany grandpa. Grandpa will go back to Qingzhou in a few days, and it will take several months to come back to Beijing to see you. Grandpa is really reluctant to leave. Leave Beijing!"

The old general looked aggrieved and reluctant.