I don't want to be the favorite concubine of this palace anymore

An Muxi, under the guidance of Song Liang, visited the shop. There was a row of wooden cabinets against the wall in the outer room with many drawers, which should be used to store medicinal materials.

There is a counter in front of the cabinet, and a simple wooden bed in the corner on the left, which should be used for people who need physical examinations.

There are several wooden chairs next to the wooden bed.

There is a compartment inside, and after entering, you can see a wooden bed, and next to the bed there is a low table with some bottles and jars on it. Next to it is a cabinet similar to a bookshelf, on which are placed some medical tools.

This should be the treatment room that Song Liang mentioned.

There is a small door next to the treatment room. After entering and walking through a corridor, you can see a small courtyard. There are some firewood piled in the courtyard and two stoves in the corner, which should be used for boiling medicine.

What surprised An Muxi the most was that there was actually a two-story building in the back, with three rooms on the first floor. This place could be cleaned up and used as a place to live. There were also spare rooms that could be used as a warehouse or something.

An Muxi was even more satisfied and felt that five thousand taels was worth it.

After visiting the shop, the two returned to the storefront. An Muxi could see that Song Liang was reluctant to leave the shop.

Suddenly, an idea flashed through my mind. If I open my own clinic, I must hire a manager and a doctor who can see patients on a long-term basis.

If Mr. Song is willing, he can continue to stay here. He is familiar with this place. Since this clinic was left by his ancestors, it must have many old customers.

In this way, wouldn't it mean that we have all the right time, right place and right people? The business will surely be a great success.

Besides, Xiaoyun has almost learned all the theoretical knowledge now, so she can come to the clinic to learn how to take pulses and prescribe medicine.

It's reassuring to have someone close to me.

So she asked, "Mr. Song, you are transferring the clinic to me. What are your plans for the future?"

Song Liang smiled bitterly: "I am an unfilial descendant. I have lost all the inheritance of my ancestors. Fortunately, I still have some medical skills. From now on, I can only be a quack doctor."

An Muxi got straight to the point: "Uncle Song, to be honest, I don't have time to run the shop myself after I take over it. Why don't you stay here and continue to see patients? How about I give you 20% of the profits of the clinic as dividends?"

Song Liang didn't expect such a good thing would happen. In this way, he is still a shareholder of this store and can continue to work here. He is very happy.

But he was a little puzzled, so he asked, "Miss An, don't you feel at a disadvantage?"

An Muxi smiled and said, "Where else can I find such a suitable person to run this clinic except you? Besides, I see that you are reluctant to leave here. Why don't you stay here?

From now on, I will be responsible for paying for the medicinal materials. I also know medicine, and I will spare one or two days a week to come and see patients. One of my maids knows a little bit of medical skills, and I will arrange for her to come here to learn more from you in the future.

Don't worry, I will not bury this clinic left by your ancestors. Wouldn't it be better if we work together to carry it forward?"

Song Liang's blood boiled after hearing this. He was completely persuaded by this girl. Before, his clinic was well-known in the neighborhood. Later, another clinic opened on West Street, and the two clinics formed a vicious competition. The other clinic even encouraged people to cause trouble at the hospital.

Over time, his business was affected. In addition, his son made bad friends and was led to gamble, owing huge gambling debts. He had to transfer the clinic and became discouraged.

An Muxi took out another 1,000 taels of silver and handed it to Song Liang: "Uncle Song, in fact, my ancestors were also doctors. Maybe we can learn from each other in the future.

Here is one thousand taels of silver. Use it to buy the commonly used medicinal materials. I will come over later to give you a few prescriptions. I plan to make some kinds of pills and sell them in the shop.

By the way, didn’t you have helpers in your clinic before?"

Song Liang took the banknote and was touched. This woman trusted him so much when they first met. He must not let her down.

Thinking of his son, he said in a troubled tone, "My good-for-nothing son used to work with me in the clinic as an assistant. Later, he often went out to play with a classmate, and I didn't care about him. I didn't expect that he would go gambling."

An Muxi understood, but it was okay. With Xiaoyun here, it was enough for the time being. Zisu and Banxia had also learned most of the medical theories recently.

If all else fails, take them to the clinic for help.

After a while, Qiu Shuang and Qiu Yue came back, followed by a thin and handsome young man.

As soon as the man came in, Song Liang stood up and shouted angrily: "You unworthy descendant, do you know that I sold our clinic to save you!"

The man's eyes turned red when he heard this, and he knelt down in front of Song Liang: "Dad, it's my fault. I made friends carelessly and shouldn't have listened to that classmate and gone out to drink.

But I really didn't gamble. I just remember that after drinking once, I woke up in the casino and was tied up.

I had no idea about those signed IOUs, Dad!"

Song Liang hadn't seen his son since the accident. Now when he heard his son say this, he felt that something was a little strange.

But now that the five thousand taels have been compensated to the other party, it is useless to say more. As long as my son can return safely, it can be considered that the money has not been wasted.

Qiu Shuang whispered in An Muxi's ear: "Master, there is a lot of power behind that underground casino. I heard it is owned by Prince Su."

An Muxi was stunned. She knew that Prince Su was the younger brother of Emperor Tiansheng. She had been here for so long that she had a pretty good understanding of all the royal family members of Tiansheng.

It turns out that the person who can open a casino in the imperial capital is not an ordinary person, but Prince Su’s people are too immoral.

It would be fine if they really lost in gambling, but this is obviously a setup to cheat people. They let people go only after they lost their entire family property. They are too unscrupulous in making money.

An Muxi asked, "I wonder if Uncle Song has offended anyone before?"

Song Liang thought for a long time before hesitating and said, "We have been here for decades, and the neighbors around us have a good relationship. Besides, I run a clinic, and everyone is quite polite to us. Generally, they will not do anything evil to us.

The only one we have a bad relationship with is the clinic that opened on West Street last year. They had a conflict with us over trying to steal our business.

They even encouraged customers to cause trouble. Later, I discovered what they were doing. I went to their house and scolded them.”

An Muxi nodded, feeling that it was probably this newcomer who was causing trouble. Since she was going to open a clinic here in the future, she had to deal with this kind of person early to avoid any more trouble in the future.

At this moment, Song Liang's son also saw the woman in front of him. Although she was wearing a veil, her every move was full of charm, and she felt like a fairy in a painting. He had never seen such a beautiful woman in his life.

Song Liang was furious when he saw his son's useless appearance, and shouted angrily: "You bastard, it's all thanks to Miss An's help that I was able to bring you back from the gambling house today.

The clinic is now Miss An's property. You should be more respectful to her."

When Song Liang's son heard his father say this, he realized that the young lady had taken over the clinic and was no longer in the mood to see beauties. He felt uncomfortable again.

If it wasn't for saving him, his father wouldn't have transferred the ancestral clinic.

An Muxi smiled and asked, "I wonder if your son is willing to continue to stay here and help? If possible, I will give you two taels of silver as a monthly salary."

Originally, the clinic's business was pretty good, and the Song family had some savings. However, since last year, the clinic's business has declined several times. In addition, the son often went out to fool around and had no ambition to make progress, which cost the family a lot of money.

Now the Song family only has a small house with two courtyards behind West Street.

Now, hearing An Muxi's words, Song Lan felt like the sound of nature. He nodded quickly and said, "Miss An, just call me Song Lan. I am willing to stay and help."