After entering the book, I emptied the warehouse of my foster mother's house to farm

Since Jiang Hao said that he wanted acupuncture for three consecutive days, Song did not dare to be negligent in the slightest. After all, the doctors in the pharmacies in the county town were helpless. Now that someone could cure her, it was naturally a life-saving straw.

Nothing can happen to Jiang Huaiqing. If something happens to him, what will happen to their family?

The Song family did not dare to think of this result.

"Mother Bian, prepare a place for this...doctor to rest."

Song told Madam Bian to make the arrangements, and then asked Jiang Hao, "May I know your name, doctor?"

Jiang Hao had just finished inserting the last silver needle, and turned back and smiled, "Madam, please forgive me for my surname, Jiang."

"Oh, Doctor Jiang."

Song subconsciously thought that the "Jiang" mentioned by Jiang Hao was "Jiang", and her expression relaxed a lot: "What a coincidence! I think Doctor Jiang has heard about it too. We also have the surname Jiang, but the pronunciation is the same but the characters are different."

It's just fate!

It’s still a bad fate!

Jiang Haoxiaoxiao didn't say anything, just nodded and stroked his mustache.

Soon, Mother Bian came back and arranged for Jiang Hao to stay in a guest room in the front yard. The room was not big, but it was already tidied up. Most importantly, it was only a dozen meters away from where Jiang Huaiqing lived, making it convenient for him to see a doctor.

Jiang Hao stayed to verify some things, and she didn't care where she lived.

After she finished giving Jiang Huaiqing acupuncture, Mother Bian took the initiative to lead her to her residence: "Doctor, if you need anything, just tell me."

"Thank you."

After Jiang Hao sent Mother Bian away, he closed the door, lay down on the bed with his clothes on and took a nap, thinking about Jiang Huaiqing's illness.

Jiang Huaiqing felt much better thanks to the acupuncture treatment given by Jiang Hao, and he fell into a sound sleep.

Seeing this, Song really believed Jiang a lot and said to the three concubines, "You three, the master loved you the most before. Now that the master is sick, you must take good care of him."

"Yes."

The three of them responded in unison.

Aunt Ru didn't want to face Jiang Huaiqing all day long. She pretended to wipe her tears and said to Song: "Madam, we will naturally do our best to serve the master, but if the three of us stay here, we are afraid that we will disturb the master's rest. So, I think..."

Song knew exactly what she meant. After thinking for a while, she said, "What you said makes sense. Then Aunt Hui will go back to rest tonight, and Aunt Wan will go back at noon, and so on."

"Madam, I..."

Aunt Ru is not stupid. She is taking risks and is doing things that are not right for others.

Song sneered in her heart. Of the three concubines, Concubine Ru was the most thoughtful: "Any opinions?"

How dare I have any objection?

If you have any opinions, keep them to yourself!

"I don't dare."

Aunt Ru was so angry that she gritted her teeth, but she had no way to deal with Song.

Seeing that she was obedient, Song snorted coldly: "That's good, let's arrange it this way."

"Yes!"

After Song left, Aunt Ru was furious, but she had no place to vent her anger. Seeing Aunt Wan standing there at a loss, she lowered her voice and scolded, "Do you have any sense at all? Hurry up and take out the master's dirty clothes."

Aunt Hui looked at her, ignored their dispute, and turned away.

"Bah! Why are you pretending to be so noble?"

As soon as Aunt Hui left, Aunt Ru started spitting at her back.

Aunt Hui stood under the eaves, looking at the confined room on the left side of the yard, listening to Aunt Ru's scolding in the room, her eyes sank, and she left calmly.