The Divine Doctor and Adorable Consort: The Demonic Emperor is Too Cunning

Some were patients, but most were just onlookers.

In the crowd, someone recognized Fang Qingyou and immediately pointed at her with shining eyes, shouting loudly, "Miss Fang, Miss Fang is back!"

As a result, everyone noticed Fang Qingyou and turned their gazes toward her.

Then, the crowd spontaneously parted to make way for them.

As Fang Qingyou walked towards the clinic, her intuition told her that something must have happened there.

Before Fang Qingyou even reached the entrance of the clinic, a middle-aged man with a small mustache hurriedly walked out, looking at her arrogantly: "Are you Miss Fang Wu?"

Fang Qingyou didn't recognize the man with the mustache, but when she saw Guard Yang standing next to him, she knew he must be from the Qin family.

She had a rough idea of ​​why this person had come.

"Who are you?" Fang Qingyou asked, feigning ignorance.

"I am the steward of the Qin family!" The man with the mustache became even more arrogant, his pointed chin almost touching the sky.

"Oh," Fang Qingyou replied calmly, then turned to walk into the clinic.

Seeing this, the man with the mustache immediately reached out to stop Fang Qingyou, and said with a stern face, "Miss Fang, I haven't finished speaking yet!"

"Huh? Butler Qin hasn't finished speaking yet? If you have something to say, just say it." Fang Qingyou said indifferently, seemingly not caring at all about what the man with the mustache said. As soon as he finished speaking, she would immediately go about her own business.

Fang Qingyou's completely disregard for the mustache successfully enraged him.

The man with the mustache practically roared at Fang Qingyou, "Miss Fang, do you know who I am?!"

"I know. You just said you're the steward of the Qin family. So, what do you want to say? Please hurry up and tell me, there are many patients waiting for me to treat them."

Seeing that Fang Qingyou still showed him no respect whatsoever, the man with the mustache thought she had mistaken him for someone else, and that she must have thought he was the steward of some small mansion or courtyard. So he deliberately asked, "Then do you know which Qin mansion I am the steward of?"

Fang Qingyou shook her head.

The onlookers were also confused. The man with the mustache and his entourage seemed like a butler from a wealthy family, but Fang Qingyou's indifferent attitude suggested otherwise.

Seeing this, the man with the mustache felt he had guessed correctly and his attitude became arrogant again: "I am the steward of the Imperial Uncle's mansion!"

The man with the mustache thought that upon hearing the name of the Imperial Brother-in-Law's residence, Fang Qingyou would immediately show a surprised expression and treat him like a lord. However, he saw that she simply gave a nonchalant "Oh."

This expression suggests that the Imperial Uncle's residence is some insignificant place, no different from the homes of ordinary people in Fang Qingyou's mind.

"Miss Fang, what do you mean by this?" The man with the mustache suddenly turned cold.

"I didn't mean anything by it. However, Steward Qin, I'd like to ask you, what do you mean? I need to go in and see patients now. If you have nothing else to do, please don't delay my treatment." Fang Qingyou frowned and glanced at the man with the mustache, then tried to walk around him.

At this moment, the man with the mustache's face darkened even more: "Miss Fang, I've come here to ask for medicine. Is this how Cheng'an Medical Clinic treats its customers when it opens its doors to do business?"

"So, Steward Qin, you've come to ask for medicine?" Fang Qingyou was quite surprised. Then she instructed Chen Zhongjie, "Pharmacist Chen, this Steward Qin has come to ask for medicine. Please entertain him and pack whatever medicine he wants for him."

Fang Qingyou deliberately emphasized the word "beg"; with that mustache and arrogant demeanor, he didn't look like someone who had come to beg for medicine at all.

As she spoke, she bypassed Butler Qin and entered the clinic.

Behind him, the man with the mustache didn't react for a moment and was still standing there in a daze.

Outside, a crowd of onlookers was already buzzing with discussion.

"Why is someone asking for medicine so temperamental!"

"Didn't you hear? They're from the Imperial Uncle's family."

"Is the steward of the Imperial Uncle's Mansion really this arrogant? I've heard that Miss Fang is the fifth young lady of the Fang family."

"Yes. No matter how high the threshold of the Imperial Uncle's Mansion is, the steward is just a servant. Miss Fang is the mistress of the Fang family. How can she be ordered around like this by a servant?"

"Yes, when you come to ask for medicine, you should act like you're asking for medicine..."

The man with the mustache was furious when he realized that Fang Qingyou hadn't entertained him herself, but instead had assigned him to a lowly pharmacist.

Upon hearing these comments again, his face contorted with anger.

At this moment, Chen Zhongjie had already walked up to the man with the mustache: "Butler Qin, what medicine do you need?"

The man with the mustache merely glared at Chen Zhongjie before chasing after Fang Qingyou.

"Miss Fang, I've come to you for a medical consultation! Please write me a prescription quickly, as I need to return to report to my master!"

"A medical consultation?" Fang Qingyou sat down at the examination table and looked at the man with the mustache with a puzzled expression. Seeing that his expression did not seem fake, she pointed to the back and said, "Butler Qin, if you want a medical consultation, please line up at the back."

The man with the mustache looked in the direction Fang Qingyou was pointing and saw a long queue. His face immediately darkened. "Miss Fang, I'm not here to treat myself, but to treat my young lady!"

Fang Qingyou paused for a moment, then said, "Oh? Then please start queuing from the back."

The man with the mustache finally lost his temper and roared at Fang Qingyou, "Miss Fang, do you know who my young lady is?"

"I don't know." Fang Qingyou shook her head, then looked at the man with the mustache with a puzzled expression: "Butler Qin, does it matter who your young lady is?"

“You…” The man with the mustache pointed at Fang Qingyou angrily, with an expression that said, “I’ll scare you to death if I tell you my young lady’s identity.”

However, before the man with the mustache could finish speaking, Fang Qingyou pointed behind her and said, "Butler Qin, no matter who your young lady is, if she wants to see me, she has to wait in line. I think if you try to cut in line, I'm afraid so many patients won't agree."

The man with the mustache glanced at the long queue with a sullen face, only to see that everyone was looking at him with hostility, as if they wanted to throw him to the back of the line.

Some people have particularly fierce expressions, as if they want to kill someone.

The man with the mustache would never admit that he was frightened by so much hostility and dared not look at them anymore, so he immediately turned his head and glared at Fang Qingyou, saying, "Miss Fang, you..."

Before the man with the mustache could finish his threatening words, he was pulled by Guard Yang and walked to the back of the group.

"Guard Yang, what are you doing? Let me go, let me go..."

Seeing the man with the mustache struggling, Guard Yang leaned down and whispered something in his ear. The man with the mustache immediately froze, letting Guard Yang carry him to the back of the line.