It seems that you are going to flee from famine, don't be anxious or panic

But she had no choice but to give in, as Li Huihe and Zhang Feiteng refused to give in.

Compared to my son's life, letting my daughter suffer some temporary grievances is nothing. At worst, I can help her bully him back in the future.

In the end, Zhang Min could only cry angrily and said, "I hate you," and then ran out of Zhang He's room.

She must tell this to Brother Ting and ask him to teach that family of four a lesson.

Elsewhere, Huo Yan and Ning Jian were drinking tea in the living room with their two sons and Doctor Zhang. As they were sipping their tea, they heard a maid's voice from the courtyard, "Miss, Miss, please slow down."

Amidst the shouting, the sound of a woman crying could be faintly heard.

Huo raised his eyebrows when he saw this. Was he kicked out?

Soon his guess was confirmed. The maid named Lan Wen came into the living room and said to the others, "Madam and the eldest master would like to invite Doctor Jiang and Doctor Ning over."

Upon hearing this, several people stood up and followed the maid to Zhang He's room.

Zhang He's room is very big, but his bedroom is very small. The bedroom is behind the screen, which is only about ten square meters. The rest of the space is used for sleeping for maids and servants, as well as a study and a small couch for eating and resting.

After entering the door, everyone saw a gorgeously dressed woman sitting on a small couch, sipping a cup of tea elegantly. Although she was middle-aged, she still looked charming.

Sitting opposite her was Zhang Feiteng, who was also drinking a cup of tea. Maids stood beside both of them to help serve them.

Sensing the movement, the woman turned her head to look at the door. The moment she saw Ning Yan, her expression suddenly changed. She lost her grip on the teacup in her hand and it fell directly on her body. The tea mixed with the tea leaves spilled onto her legs.

"Madam, are you okay?" Lan Wen, who was standing beside her, was frightened when she saw this situation and asked quickly.

As he spoke, he quickly helped clean the stains on Li Huihe's body.

The maid's shouting brought Li Huihe back to her senses. Realizing her own loss of composure, she regained her composure and said with forced composure, "Nothing, just get someone to come in and clean up."

Upon hearing this, Lan Wen called the maid in the yard to clean the floor, and she helped Li Huihe clean the tea leaves off her body.

Zhang Feiteng saw his mother's slightly panicked look and was puzzled. What did his mother see that made her so panicked that she even spilled the tea?

Is it that boy or that man?

He rarely saw his mother lose her composure like this. Thinking of this, Zhang Feiteng looked up at Huo Xi and Ning Yan again.

But after watching for a long time, he still couldn't figure out what was special about the two people. If there was anything special about him, it was that the guy was really good-looking. Every time he looked at him, he would be more amazed.

Seeing Li Huihe lose her composure, Ning Jian approached Huo Xi and whispered to him, "Brother Xi, here I come. The mystery of my life will be revealed soon."

Although he spoke seriously and had a cold look on his face, there was a light in Ning Yan's eyes, with a few words clearly written on them: the light of gossip.

He had no idea that the object of the gossip was himself.

Huo Yu was a little depressed after hearing this: "No way, wife, this family's behavior is too shameful. Why don't we leave? I don't want you to have anything to do with them."

"Do you want to make a bet with me?" Ning Yan said.

"What's blocking it?"

"I'm sure that I'm the eldest son of this Shangshu Mansion." That's how it's played out in soap operas.

"We might as well not have this eldest son." Huo said with a cold snort.

This family is shit, it stinks if you get involved with them.

If he had known this would happen, he should not have encouraged his wife to come to the Zhang family.

Doctor Jiang was standing next to the two of them and heard their conversation clearly. After listening, he was completely shocked.

Then he quietly took a step outside. Could he possibly hear such a secret? Was he worthy of hearing it? If he knew too much about this aristocratic family's affairs, wouldn't he lose his head?

In order to survive for a few more years, Dr. Jiang quietly stayed away from these two people.

Huo Yun and Ning Jing were both confused after listening to their fathers' conversation. What was this eldest son? How could they be related to this family?

Before they could ask in detail, they heard Li Huihe's voice from the front: "Hey, sir, are you the doctor who is here to treat Xiao He today? What's your name?"

At this moment, she had calmed down and her voice had become much calmer. When she spoke to Ning Yan, her tone sounded inexplicably intimate.

Ning Yan ended his conversation with Huo Yan after hearing this, and replied briefly, "Ning Yan."

Although Li Huihe already knew Ning Yan's name, she nodded after hearing his words and praised him, "It's a very nice name. I wonder who gave it to you?"

"This question seems to have nothing to do with the illness I'm going to see today." Ning Yan said lightly.

When Li Huihe heard this, she smiled appropriately and then said, "It was I who overstepped my bounds. I just thought you were really pretty and couldn't help but chat with you for a while.

Since Brother Ning doesn't want to talk any more, Doctor Jiang, please take him in to see Xiao He."

Upon hearing this, Doctor Jiang responded, "Yes, ma'am."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Yan said, "Doctor Jiang, please go in and help take my pulse. Then, please describe your condition orally and I can help treat you."

He had no interest in entering Zhang He's bedroom, and the ancient method of diagnosing illnesses was mostly based on observation, auscultation, questioning, and palpation. Ning Jian could also prescribe the right medicine based on the symptoms described orally.

Upon hearing this, Doctor Jiang looked up at Mrs. Zhang. Seeing that she had no objection, he went straight into Zhang He's bedroom.

He came out after a while and told Ning Yan about his symptoms.

After hearing this, Ning Yan asked someone to bring paper and pen, wrote a prescription, and took out two porcelain bottles from the medicine box, saying:

"Just drink the medicine in the porcelain bottle directly, one bottle a day. Take the medicine on the paper according to the prescription I wrote above. He will be cured in a few days."

As expected, this person had malaria. The main medicine for treating this disease is Artemisia annua. The juice in the porcelain bottle was made from Artemisia annua that had been soaked for two hours and could be taken directly.

What is written on the paper are some auxiliary medicines that can be used in conjunction with physical treatment and can also play a role in conditioning.

"Can we take it now?" Li Huihe looked at Ning Yan and asked.

"Yes, just drink it directly." Ning Yan replied.

Upon hearing this, Li Huihe called the maid who served Zhang He and asked her to feed Zhang He the drink.

The patient had been examined, and Ning Jian didn't want to linger any longer. He picked up his medicine box and said, "If there's nothing else, we'll go back."

Zhang Feiteng saw this and said quickly, "It's almost noon. Why don't you stay and have a quick meal before leaving?"

Although he was speaking to everyone, his eyes were looking in Ning Yan's direction.

Li Huihe beside her also said: "Yes, the weather is so hot, if you don't think about yourselves, you should also think about the children. Why don't you sit down and have some tea and a meal before leaving?"

There were some things she hadn't figured out yet, so she agreed with Zhang Feiteng's words and wanted to keep the person.