Chapter 609 Ask her for help

In fact, the bamboo fungus and bamboo shoots in the Devil's Valley and the Space Bamboo Forest can also be collected and supplied to the Juxian Building, but Qiao Ran thought that since there were mushrooms, there was no need to dig up the bamboo fungus and bamboo shoots.

Qiao Ran thanked Shopkeeper Chen and was about to turn around and drive away in the carriage, but was stopped by Shopkeeper Chen.

Mo Beihan wanted to see him for something?

Qiao Ran didn't know what he wanted to do with her, but she still asked the ghost doctor to wait in the carriage for a while, and followed Shopkeeper Chen to the second floor from the backyard.

It was still the private room that belonged to Mo Beihan. He didn't bring Mu Yi Mu Er with him and was drinking tea alone.

Seeing Qiao Ran come in, Mo Beihan stood up and pulled out a chair for her, and said hello with a smile:

"Miss Qiao, I'm sorry, I have something to ask you for help, so I asked Shopkeeper Chen to invite you here."

After shopkeeper Chen brought the person in, he went out consciously, closed the door, and waited in the box next door.

Hearing that he needed her help, Qiao Ran thought that she had made so much money from him, and said cheerfully:

"If you need any help from me, just tell me."

Mo Beihan said:

"It's like this. My grandfather is guarding the border in Northern Xinjiang, which is the far north of Vietnam. Half of the year is covered by ice and snow. My grandfather is old and went to war with the emperor in his early years. He has many hidden wounds on his body. I have an old illness. After staying in that bitter cold place for a long time, my body and bones are gradually unable to bear it, but my grandfather is unwilling to return to the capital. I am about to write a letter to my grandfather, and I want to buy you a few bottles of medicine to strengthen your body and resist the cold. , have them sent together."

When Qiao Ran heard about this, she also respected the old Dingbei King very much.

I think that Old Dingbei King should be about the same age as his grandfather. The last time he heard the Supreme Emperor call his grandfather "that old guy" in a very casual tone, the three of them must have had a good relationship in their early years.

His grandfather was going back to Qingzhou, and he wished he could bring all the medicine he might need. Naturally, he could understand Mr. Mo's concern and worry for his grandfather.

Thinking of this, Qiao Ran readily agreed:

"No problem! Please tell me the situation of Lao Dingbei King in detail, and I will see what medicine I need to prepare for you."

Mo Beihan was very happy when he saw that she agreed:

"Okay, then please spare the trouble, Miss Qiao! As long as it is useful medicine for my grandfather, please sell some to me. After the profits from various industries are collected in the middle of the year, I will give you the money for the medicine."

Qiao Ran laughed. Is this guy really so poor that he needs to borrow money again and again?

But seeing that the business of Juxianlou is getting more and more popular, it doesn’t seem like they are short of money!

She waved her hands indifferently:

"It doesn't matter, just remember the account."

Mo Beihan described the environment in Northern Xinjiang and the physical condition of the old Dingbei King to Qiao Ran.

After listening, Qiao Ran probably knew what medicine she needed to prepare.

Looking at Mo Beihan who looked hopeful, she nodded: "Okay, I'll start preparations when I get back. When do you want it?"

Mo Beihan said: "It depends on your timing. After you prepare the medicine, I will send someone to deliver the letter and medicine."

Qiao Ran estimated the time and replied to him:

"Then five days later! My grandpa will return to Qingzhou Mansion in three days. I need to prepare the medicine that he can bring with me first. Then I can help you prepare it when I have time."

Mo Beihan nodded: "Okay, it doesn't matter if it takes a few days. There's no rush. These are old illnesses, and there's no rush."

"Okay, then when I'm ready, I'll ask Shopkeeper Chen to hand it over to you?"

Mo Beihan wanted to ask her to hand it over to him personally, but he couldn't.

Miss Qiao is already a hair-length girl, and I can't be alone with her often.

Although, he really wanted to see her more often.

He didn't know why, but he just felt that every time he saw her, his mood would get better inexplicably.

Every time he was with her, he felt relaxed and at ease. Even if he just said a few words or just looked at each other, it made him feel inexplicably at ease.

He looked at the little girl in front of him. She was still wearing inconspicuous cheesecloth clothes. Her hair was simply tied up. No makeup was applied to her face, and she had a plain and even dark face.

Although the silhouette is good-looking, it doesn't attract anyone's attention at first glance among the crowd.

I don’t know what magic power this little girl has, but it always makes me think of her and want to see her.

Just thinking about what he knew about this little girl when he fled with Qingshui Village, he probably understood the reason.

Such a smart, capable little girl with a cheerful and straightforward personality is much cuter than those pretentious ladies in the capital who only compete in dressing up.

It's a pity that she can't be taken under his wing, otherwise it would be nice to be able to see her every day.

Shaking his head with a wry smile and getting rid of the messy thoughts in his mind, Mo Beihan could only reply:

"You can ask Shopkeeper Chen or Butler Zhou to hand it over. Write down how much it costs and I'll give it to you when the time comes."

"Okay, that's it. If nothing happens, I'll leave first. The ghost doctor is still waiting for me in the carriage."

After talking about the matter, Qiao Ran got up and left.

Seeing the little girl without any hesitation, Mo Beihan felt a little heartbroken.

Seeing that she was almost reaching the door, he couldn't help but ask:

"The ghost doctor also followed you into the city? Where are you going?"

Qiao Ran didn't hide anything from him and said directly:

"Go to Marquis Rongcheng's Mansion and treat Marquis Rongcheng's brain disease."

I remembered that I wanted to ask Mo Beihan to find out who Rongcheng Hou was, but my grandfather had already told me, so there was no need to ask Mr. Mo again.

After Qiao Ran finished speaking, she went straight downstairs and drove the carriage with the ghost doctor to the Rongcheng Hou Mansion.

Mo Beihan in the box watched the carriage gradually go away from the window. He couldn't help but worry when he thought of the playboy in Rongchenghou's mansion who had a worse reputation than himself.

He is known as the "little devil" in the capital, and everyone is afraid of provoking him.

But after all, he is just not easy to get along with, indifferent to outsiders, and merciless to those who take the initiative to provoke him.

But the third young master in the Rongcheng Hou Mansion was a thoroughly notorious villain in the capital. Not only did he bully men and women, but he also often beat and maimed people at will just because he didn't like them.

If such a scumbag with a corrupt personality meets someone as jealous as Miss Qiao, there won't be any conflicts, right?

But he thought again in a blink of an eye, Miss Qiao is now a famous miracle doctor in the whole capital. Not only is she the master of the ghost doctor, she also saved the Supreme Emperor and received a royal reward. Marquis Rongcheng has to rely on her to cure brain diseases. I want to come to Na Weng No matter how bad the Third Young Master is, he wouldn't dare to trouble Miss Qiao at this time, right?

However, to be on the safe side, he asked Mu Er to check whether there was any conflict between Young Master Weng and Miss Qiao.

This investigation revealed that Mr. Weng had gone to Qingshui Village to cause trouble a few days ago.

One day not long after, when Mr. Weng was bullying a country man on the street, a group of men rushed out and beat him severely. Both of his legs were broken and he became a cripple who could not walk.

Mrs. Rongchenghou held her crippled baby son until she fainted from crying. Rongchenghou, whose brain disease had been cured, just sighed and regretted not having disciplined his son earlier.

But these are all things for later.