I made a fortune by marrying a sickly woman!

Five days passed by.

After lunch.

Song Kuan played with his little grandson without any adult burden at all. The grown man happily lay on the ground and let the little guy ride on him like a horse, making the little guy giggle with joy.

Song Jin looked at the grandfather and grandson helplessly, and started to clean up the messy children's toys in the room, for fear that the old and the child would step on the toys and fall down while playing.

"Dad, children don't need so many toys. Also, there's no need to buy several of the same. Look at what's in this room. You can use them to open a children's toy store." Song Jin grumbled as he tidied.

"Humph, how can my dear grandson, Song Kuan, have only one? Of course I'll buy as many as I can." Song Kuan is now acting more and more like an old child.

What can Song Kuan do?

I can only indulge you!

In order to prevent Song Kuan from being embarrassed, she would also considerately send the servants away.

Just at this time.

There was a noise at the door.

Song Jin muttered, "Who will come at this time?"

"Boss, I have something urgent to discuss with you." Mu Ting's voice came from the door. "I just heard a commotion coming from the lobby of the pharmacy. It sounded like someone was causing trouble."

Song Jin and Song Kuan looked at each other.

Someone is causing trouble and he doesn't have good intentions.

"Father, I'll go take a look." Song Jin said without thinking.

Song Kuan hugged the little guy and stood up, "No, Jin'er, take care of the little boy. I'll go out and take a look."

He is here, there is no reason for his daughter to be asked to intervene when something happens.

Seeing that Song Kuan insisted, Song Jin did not rush over, but she still followed Song Kuan with the little one in her arms. However, she did not go to the lobby of the pharmacy, but stood in the yard inside to listen to the excitement.

Mu Ting and Qin Qi followed on both sides.

Song Kuan came forward.

You'll know what it is after listening to it once.

Someone broke his leg and was brought to Jifang Pharmacy.

Song Jitao happened to be away today, and the shop was being looked after by a clerk. When he saw a patient being carried in, the clerk told the patient that this was just a medicine village and there was no doctor on duty, so he asked the patient to go to another clinic for treatment.

Normally, after the waiter explained, the patient would leave. But today, for some reason, the patient insisted that the waiter deliberately refused to save the patient and shouted for the doctor to come out.

He said he would destroy the pharmacy if you didn’t save people.

Several people came over, looking like servants guarding the house. In addition to the people arranged by Song Jitao from the pharmacy to protect the father and daughter of the Song family, a group of people crowded in the lobby.

"Everyone, are you here to cause trouble on purpose?"

Song Kuan came out and asked preemptively. There were more than a dozen servants around him, and he looked quite intimidating. "We don't have a fixed doctor in Jifang Pharmacy. Everyone around here knows about this. Why do you have to come to us to find a doctor?"

"that is!"

When the clerk in the drug store saw someone coming, he straightened his back and said, "Master, I have told them everything, but they just won't listen."

Song Kuan glanced at the patient who was thrown in the lobby. He was a servant in his twenties. One of his legs was seriously injured. He only used medicine to stop the bleeding, and blood was still oozing out. "You have the energy to cause trouble here, but no one cares about the injured? His injury looks serious and the wound on his leg is bleeding."

He pointed to the man with the broken leg.

The injured person was still conscious, his face distorted with pain, and he twitched from time to time, but he refused to speak.

"We want to see your boss!"

A maid who was dressed in a wealthy manner stepped forward and said.

Song Kuan glanced at her.

The maid was standing behind the servant who was making trouble, and he would not have noticed her if she hadn't spoken.

So Song Kuan said, "I am the owner of Jifang."

"Nonsense! Rumor has it that the owner of Jifang is Song Huaijin, a young man. How dare you pretend to be him when you look like him?" The maid immediately jumped out to refute.

Song Kuan said with a fake smile: "I am Song Huaijin's father. Tell me, which grave are you from? You are crying in front of your mother's grave for your husband. Have you ever thought that you have come to the wrong place?"

"You, how can you talk like that!" The maid jumped out again, pointing at Song Kuan and wanting to curse.

"That's what I said."

Song Kuan has recovered well after so many days of recuperation.

He was no longer as skinny as before, and his cheeks had gained some flesh. Having been the head of the family for half his life, his aura was still intimidating.

What's more, Song Kuan now holds a title.

When the maid heard this, she began to stammer.

The news clearly said that Song Jitao was not at home. If they chose this time to cause trouble, Song Jin would most likely show up. But looking at the situation, his father was here.

There is no need for Song Jin to come out at all!

The secret that Song Huaijin is Song Jin is not impossible to find out by someone who is interested, but no one will expose it in public.

There was a carriage parked not far from the pharmacy.

The green-clad maid who had been watching the developments outside the shop hurried back to the carriage and stood outside the window, reporting in a low voice.

"Idiot, you're not even allowed to ask for the right information. I'm leaving now." A woman's voice was heard cursing in the carriage.

The maid in green responded quickly.

The carriage began to move away slowly.

The green-clothed maid returned to the pharmacy and whispered a few words to the plump maid.

Then the wealthy maid bossed the servants around and said, "Come on, since there is no doctor here, you guys should quickly carry the man to the nearest clinic."

"Okay, Miss Chun'er."

Several servants quickly carried the injured and evacuated.

The maid left the pharmacy early.

Opening the door to do business, Song Kuan did not let anyone stop them, even though he knew that the other party intended to cause trouble.

Song Jin, who had heard the whole story, didn't know why the other party suddenly withdrew, but he knew they were up to no good. "Ah Qi, go check who these people are from."

"My subordinates will do it now."

Qin Qi bowed, turned around and walked out, quickly leaving the pharmacy.

"Mother! Mother! Grandfather, Grandfather."

The little guy pointed in the direction of the pharmacy lobby. At this time, he heard Song Kuan's voice and wanted to go over.

Song Jin patted his little butt, "You're not happy to have your mother hug you? Do you miss your grandfather so much?"

“Ancestor, Ancestor…”

"It's Grandfather!"

"Zuzu."

The little guy couldn't speak clearly and it took him a while to change it.

Song Jin gave up, but Song Kuan heard the sound, lifted the curtain and walked in.

"Oh, grandpa's darling, come and hug me." Song Kuan had a stern face when he came in, but when he saw the little guy, his old face suddenly burst into smiles.

Song Jin let someone else hold the little guy.

"Has Jin'er offended anyone recently?" Song Kuan asked while teasing the little guy.

Song Jin shook his head. "I've been staying at home a lot lately, so I haven't seen many people, let alone offended anyone."

"You're getting in the way of others."

Song Kuan, who is old enough, hit the point right away. "The people who came to cause trouble were servants, and there were two maids involved. The one in charge seemed to be a maid as well. This is not a big deal. It seems to be the work of the women in the harem."

It means a small-scale trick.

Song Jin nodded, "I'll ask Ah Qi to check it out. We'll know who it is when she comes back."

"As long as you know what's going on."

Song Kuan was happily playing with his grandson and didn't talk about this matter anymore.