The divine doctor's concubine emptied the palace and went into exile

Upon seeing this, the old man in gray quickly stuffed the bun into his mouth, but he swallowed it too quickly and it got stuck in his throat, choking him and rolling his eyes.

Shang Ruoyi walked forward, and the old man's face turned red. He pointed at his neck and said, "Save...save me."

He Jingxi snorted coldly: "You dare to lie to me, and you still want me to save you?"

After saying that, he looked at Shang Ruoyi again: "Sister-in-law, will you save him?"

Shang Ruoyi walked forward and slapped the old man on the back, causing a large piece of bun to fall to the ground.

After a while, the old man gradually came to his senses and sat on the ground gasping for breath.

"Thank you very much." He looked at the bun that fell on the ground again, frowning. It was covered with dirt and could not be eaten. Could he wash it with water?

Just as she was considering the feasibility of this matter, a big yellow dog ran over and snatched the bun off the ground in one bite.

"Baozi! My Baozi!" He staggered to his feet and was about to chase after him when He Jingxi blocked his way.

"Wait! Where's my money?" He placed the shovel in front of the old man: "Not only did you lie to me that you were the owner of an ironware shop, but you also sold me such a worn-out shovel. Pay me back!"

"No!" The old man turned his head away: "The money has been spent."

"Old man! If you don't pay me back today, I'll beat you to death!"

Shang Ruoyi said in a deep voice: "According to the law, this is considered fraudulent selling. Not only do you have to return the silver, but you will also go to jail. If you can't pay the silver, your jail time will be extended. You must think it through."

The old man looked at Shang Ruoyi, then suddenly turned around and ran away.

He Jingxi didn't react for a moment, and he took advantage of the opportunity.

He hurried after him.

When Shang Ruoyi saw what was in his arms, her eyes dimmed and she quickly followed him.

The old man walked around and came into a dilapidated house in an alley.

After checking that no one was following him, he breathed a sigh of relief and was about to close the door when a large hand pressed on it.

He Jingxi's figure appeared in front of the old man.

"You! You guys!"

"Old man, let's see where you can run this time."

The old man lowered his head, sighed, and turned to walk into the room.

"Hey! You!" He Jingxi chased after him.

Shang Ruoyi walked into the yard and smelled a strong smell of Chinese medicine, and her brows furrowed.

Walking into the room, the old man took out the medicine bag in his arms, without looking back, and said to He Jingxi: "If you want silver, I don't have it. If you want your life, just wait until I finish boiling these medicines."

Shang Ruoyi walked forward, picked up the herbs the old man was fiddling with, and took a look: "This herb has been damp, so it's useless even if you boil it."

The old man paused for a moment, then continued fiddling with it.

"Looking at the herbs, the patient should have a lung disease." Shang Ruoyi smiled: "But this medicine won't cure it."

The old man's hand stopped completely, and he looked at her in surprise: "Do you understand pharmacology?"

Shang Ruoyi smiled and said, "Proficient."

The old man smiled upon hearing this and said: "Young lady, you are really modest."

"I don't deserve it." She put the shovel in front of the old man's door. "It's just medical skills. It's not as good as the former owner of the iron shop."

"How did you tell?"

"There is a table in the southeast corner of the shop. It is covered with dust. I guess it has not been used for a long time. That is your desk, right?" Shang Ruoyi recalled the regretful words of the shop owner when she passed by, and whispered, "With such good skills, why do you do deceitful things?"

The old man said in a deep voice: "As long as there is a way out, a glimmer of hope..." The old man sighed: "I don't think I can pay the money back, if you want to send someone to arrest me, go ahead!"

"You cheated me of money just to buy medicine for your wife. If I can help you cure her, how about you help me design a house in exchange?" She saw some sketches on the table, which were drawn very neatly.

"Can you really cure it?"

Shang Ruoyi nodded: "Of course."

The old man put down the herbs in his hand and said in a deep voice: "Come with me."

The old man took her into the house. There was only a tattered bed in the room. An old lady was lying on the bed with a haggard face, her eyes closed and her lips cracked. If it weren't for the faint breathing, He Jingxi would have thought it was a corpse.

Shang Ruoyi walked forward, felt the old man's pulse, and said in a deep voice: "This is tuberculosis."

The old man nodded: "Yes, it has been many years. I don't think she will survive this winter." He sighed: "In order to pay for her medical treatment, I sold all my property. Now you can see that I have no money and can only cheat for food and drink to get by."

“It’s not that it can’t be cured.”

"what?"

Cured?

The old man heard this and said loudly: "As long as you can cure her, don't even think about designing a house. I will build it for you myself!"

"But I need this house urgently. I'm afraid I have to start building it in the next few days, otherwise I'm afraid I can't survive the winter." Shang Ruoyi smiled and said, "I will give your wife acupuncture today. If it works, how about you two come back with me? Although I only have a few thatched houses now, I think your place is not as good as mine."

"You should get treatment first."

Shang Ruoyi pretended to rummage in her sleeves, but in fact she took out an acupuncture bag from the space and inserted needles into the three acupoints of Feishu, Zhongfu and Taiyuan. After a moment, the old lady suddenly opened her mouth, let out a long breath, and her expression eased.

The old man watched from the side, his eyes suddenly shining brightly.

"Old woman, old woman!"

Shang Ruoyi put away the needle and said softly, "How is it?"

"Okay!" The old man saw hope and nodded, "I'll go with you."

While he was packing, He Jingxi walked up to her and said, "Sister-in-law, how do you know he can design a house? Are you a fortune teller?"

Shang Ruoyi rolled her eyes at him. It seemed that she couldn't blame him for spending a few taels of silver to buy a scrap shovel. This kid was really stupid. "I heard the shopkeeper next door muttering about it."

When she left the shop, the shopkeeper next door said to his wife, "He is the best house designer in town. Now, for the sake of his dying wife, he has sold all his property and quit his old job, and now he is cheating people."

"Oh, well, he had no choice. I even gave him some meat buns today. Look how skinny the old man is. He's just skin and bones."

Shang Ruoyi looked at the small package in his hand, which contained only a few old clothes: "Is that all?"

The old man nodded: "Yes! My luggage is her."

Shang Ruoyi gave He Jingxi some silver and asked him to buy a carriage, and specifically instructed him: "It should be comfortable and spacious."

He doesn’t know anything else. If the horse still can’t understand, he will be reincarnated again!

Not long after, He Jingxi came back and said, "Let's go! We're already at the intersection."

When Shang Ruoyi saw the super large and luxurious carriage, she almost prepared to slap him in the face. He didn't even need to be reborn. With his IQ, he was not worthy of being a human being.