My Lord, my wife said she doesn't have time to talk to you.

Huaying brought the egg water to the table, and Fu Shiyan handed her the banknotes, "You keep this money, I won't spend it."

"Just keep it. I'll let you spend it all in three days." Hua Ying pushed the banknote in front of him again.

"I'll ask you for more when the flowers are ready." Huaying smiled and looked at him with bright eyes, her tone more coquettish.

Fu Shiyan felt a little uncomfortable with her trusting look and quickly looked away.

As night fell, Huaying, who had just washed up, knocked on Fu Shiyan's door holding new clothes.

"I also bought you new clothes today. Can you give me your old blue clothes?"

Fu Shiyan came over and asked, "What do you want the old clothes for?"

"It's useful." Huaying said as she slipped into his room. This was her first time in his room. There was a bed, a wardrobe, an eight-person table and two high stools in it, which was different from her room.

There were some books and copied manuscripts on the table, and the room was fairly tidy.

Seeing the high stool in the room, Huaying suddenly became playful. She walked to the table and sat on the stool, placing her hands on the armrests on both sides.

I want to feel the grandeur of the master sitting on a high stool in TV dramas.

After sitting down, he found that his feet could not reach the ground, so he moved down little by little, and from time to time he checked whether Fu Shiyan had noticed his embarrassing side.

Not until her feet touched the ground did she feel at ease.

Fu Shiyan noticed all of Huaying's little movements, with a smile hidden at the corner of his mouth.

"Let's go to town together tomorrow to check on your leg. Now that we have the money, we can't afford to keep hurting."

Huaying acted like a little adult and said this.

Fu Shiyan looked at Huaying, who had changed significantly recently, and added another thing to her history of change in his mind, "Will you take the initiative to care about him whom you once disliked?"

I felt a little doubtful. Could it be that the medicine could change her personality and make her like me better?

Puzzled, Fu Shiyan walked to the closet, took out the old gown and handed it to her. He said seriously, "I seem to be a useless person. I have implicated you."

Huaying saw him saying the weakest words, his expression remained cold and calm, without a trace of weakness...well...he was quite like the high and mighty master on TV.

"You got injured while saving me, and I have to take responsibility for it." Huaying's words were sweet and serious, and she tilted her head and looked at him with a smile.

Suddenly remembering that he was now the master sitting on the high stool in the main seat, Huaying put on a mature look again.

Fu Shiyan's brows twitched slightly, and he stared at Hua Ying with a hint of inexplicable emotion in his eyes.

The next day, just after dawn, Huaying called Fu Shiyan to get up.

I'm taking him to town to see a doctor today, so Huaying packed some clothes to match the clothes she bought yesterday.

She was wearing a light green round-neck double-breasted shirt and a camel-colored pleated skirt. Her jet-black hair was braided into a pigtail and hung in front of her chest.

The little face without makeup is fair with a hint of pink that is unique to young girls.

Huaying smiled at herself in the mirror, the dimples on her face making her red lips look even more delicate and lovely.

Fu Shiyan opened the door and saw Huaying standing in the yard waiting for him. A glimmer of starlight that was not easily revealed flashed in his usually cold eyes.

Huaying fed Little Egg Yolk before helping Fu Shiyan walk slowly towards the village entrance. From a distance, they saw Maizi driving a carriage waiting for them.

Seeing a thin layer of water vapor on Maizi's hair, Huaying said guiltily, "Brother Maizi, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long."

Maizi looked at the handsome man that Huaying was supporting. He had a tall and slender figure, starry eyes, sword-like eyebrows, and a high nose bridge.

Even though he was wearing simple moon-white clothes, he still looked noble. He had a waist belt of the same color tied around his waist. His expression was peaceful and indifferent. Inwardly, I admired what a handsome man he was.

Looking at the sweet and gentle Huaying standing beside him, he said hurriedly, "It's okay. I just got here a short time ago. This is your brother. You two don't look alike at all."

Jacaranda......

When the three men arrived in the town in their carriage, the sun had already risen. The early morning sunlight shone on the town, casting a golden glow on the streets.

Huaying paid Brother Maizi for the taxi fare and agreed on the approximate time of departure.

She helped Fu Shiyan to go to a clinic called Huichuntang. Yesterday, she heard that the doctor's medical skills in this clinic were the best in the town, and the consultation fee was naturally the most expensive.

"Go to Tongxin Hall." Fu Shiyan said.

Hua Ying could see that he didn't want to spend more money, so she wanted to persuade him. But then she thought that if the patient rejected the doctor, it would not be conducive to recovery, so she swallowed her words.

The two of them walked and stopped for a quarter of an hour before they arrived at Tongxin Hall.

A little boy was pounding medicine in the pharmacy. He saw someone coming and asked, "Are you here to see a doctor or get medicine?" Seeing the man walking slowly, he shouted to the inner room, "Master, someone is seeing a doctor."

A young man walked out from the inner room. He was about twenty years old, with a tall figure and a gentle smile on his handsome face.

Seeing that the patient was Fu Shiyan, he was startled, then looked at Huaying who was standing beside him and said, "Just let the patient come in by himself, you just wait outside."

Huaying looked worriedly at Fu Shiyan who was standing aside. Fu Shiyan nodded to her and slowly followed the doctor into the inner room.

As soon as the door to the inner room was closed, the doctor saluted Fu Shiyan and asked anxiously, "Master, is your leg disease getting worse again?"

"It's okay. Have Fu Feng and the others contacted you recently?" Fu Shiyan sat down and asked.

Fu Yi squatted down and checked his wound while replying, "Fu Lei came to get you medicine several times, but there is no news about Fu Feng for the time being."

"But Fu Lei hasn't come to get medicine recently."

Fu Lei was sent by him to find the whereabouts of his younger sister and he would not be back in a short time, but Fu Shiyan did not intend to tell him this.

Looking at the swelling on the master's calf due to bone dislocation, Fu Yi frowned and said, "Master, you have been active recently. If you continue to move, even a god can't save your leg."

Like Fu Yi, Fu Feng and Fu Lei, Fu Yi was adopted by the prime minister since childhood. His real name is Wang Yi.

Wang Yi's grandfather was a doctor. Influenced by his grandfather, Wang Yi was very interested in and studied medicine since he was a child. When he was eight years old, there was a famine and his grandfather, who was already ill, did not survive.

Little Wang Yi knelt in the town to sell himself to bury his grandfather. He was rescued by an old prime minister who passed by and took him to a villa in the capital. There were several children of his age there. They were reading, writing, and practicing martial arts in the yard... while Wang Yi continued to study medicine.

Later, the masters tested them, and the one who passed was given the surname Fu by the old prime minister. From then on, his name was Fu Yi.

"Didn't Fu Lei notice the dislocation of your bones when he changed your dressing last time? He is a half-doctor. It will be a bit painful to set the bones. Master, you should apply some anesthetic."

Fu Yi brought the utensils and medicine and stood beside Fu Shiyan who looked indifferent.

"The recovery from the anesthetic is a little slow, just take it."

The master's heart was as hard as a bone. Fu Yi sighed helplessly, then squatted down and continued the treatment.

Fu Shiyan instantly felt a heart-wrenching pain spreading from his legs to his entire body, as if countless sharp knives were stabbing in his muscles.

Huaying, who had been waiting in the lobby for a long time, could no longer hold back. She stood up, knocked on the inner door and called out Fu Shiyan.

When Fu Yi heard her calling his master's name, his already frowned brows became even more twisted.

"Let her in," he ordered.

Fu Yi said to the door, "Girl, come in."

As soon as Huaying entered the room, she saw Fu Shiyan's pale face and the thin layers of sweat on his forehead due to the pain he was enduring. Her heart suddenly ached as if someone had twisted it hard.

"Do you know how to treat the disease as a doctor? Don't you even know how to use anesthesia? Do you have any common sense?"

Huaying felt angry, this must be painful. Fu Yi was questioned by her, and just when he was about to retort her, he saw a smile on his master's lips.

"Don't worry, it doesn't hurt." Fu Shiyan looked at her fierce expression and really felt that it didn't hurt as much as before.

"I told you to go to Huichuntang, but you saved two taels of silver and came to this newly opened medicine shop."

Huaying wiped the sweat from his forehead and muttered to herself.

I just heard from other patients outside that this clinic has only been open for a short time and the medicine here is the cheapest.

Huaying regretted it immediately, fearing that this unknown doctor would kill Fu Shiyan.

Fu Yi couldn't stand it anymore when his medical skills were questioned again. If his master hadn't given him a cold look, he would have argued with her.

His master is the most famous traditional Chinese medicine doctor in Dawu country, okay?