Divorcing your wife might feel good for a moment, but seeing me make money will make you regret it f

Wu Tie and his servant had no reason to lie to her.

Xu Qing couldn't figure out what this person meant, so he decided to hold back and see what he was up to first.

"My husband is dead. Young master, what business do you have with me?"

"It's good that he's dead..."

Wang Da Ba blurted out, then suddenly realized that what he said might hurt the beauty's feelings, and immediately changed his words:

"What a pity! How old is your wife?"

"What do you want? If you don't tell me, I'm leaving," Xu Qing said, frowning.

Xu Qing spoke to him in an impatient tone, but Wang Da Ba did not feel offended at all.

He just thought this woman had a really unique personality, and he liked her a lot!

The old doctor couldn't stand Wang Da Ba's infatuated expression any longer, so he tugged at his sleeve and whispered a reminder:

"Young master, the prescription!"

Wang Da Ba realized what was happening.

Yes, he came for the sake of the people of Haiqu; personal feelings can wait.

Wang Daba softened his voice even more: "My lady, I do have something to discuss with you. Shall we go downstairs to talk?"

Xu Qing nodded and went downstairs first.

In the afternoon, there weren't many people in the lobby, so Xu Qing chose a quiet corner to sit down.

Wu Tie was initially worried that Xu Qing might suffer losses on his own.

But seeing the 10 guards following behind her, she gave up the idea of ​​asking Wu Yu for help.

Wang Daba and the old doctor followed Xu Qing downstairs and sat down below Xu Qing.

Wang Daba spoke first: "I heard that my wife has a prescription that is very effective in treating fever."

And it only takes one dose to take effect quickly.

Winter is coming soon, and many poor people are prone to illness. I want to buy the prescription from my wife.

They will be distributed free of charge to sick people so they can safely get through the winter.

He had indeed hoped that Xu Qing would hand over the prescription for free, but to his surprise, Xu Qing turned out to be a widow.

This prescription must be one of her means of survival; I can't be that kind of evil person.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wang, the prescription you mentioned is not mine. That packet of medicine is what my daughter left over."

Xu Qing used the same excuse he had given before.

"Then where did you get that medicine?"

The old doctor asked first, not believing Xu Qing's words.

Who would carry around medicine leftovers from their own family members?

It was clearly just an excuse to avoid handing over the prescription; he wanted to see what this woman would say next.

Xu Qing said with distress:

"It's not that I don't want to give it to him or that I'm intentionally hiding it; it's just that the doctor is a barefoot doctor from the countryside who likes to travel around."

He happened to be in our village when my daughter was sick.

Because the medicine was so effective, I kept it after my daughter recovered and didn't throw it away.

Unexpectedly, he ended up saving people twice by sheer chance.

Wang Daba arrived full of confidence, thinking that he was about to become the savior of the poor people of Haiqu.

Who would have thought that he would suddenly be told that the prescription did not belong to this woman, and that the owner of the prescription could not be found.

Wang Da Ba felt a tightness in his chest, his heart heavy, and even the beautiful woman in front of him lost his interest.

The old doctor didn't know what to do. Although he knew the woman was lying, he had no proof that the prescription was hers.

The doctor, though reluctant to let him give up, decided to appeal to his emotions and reason with him.

"Madam, you have no idea how bitterly cold the winters are in Haiqu. Every year, tens of thousands of people die from colds and fevers."

We hope you can think carefully about the whereabouts of that doctor. We really want to do something for the people of Haiqu.

I'm willing to pay 500 taels of silver to buy that prescription. Think about it again; even if the doctor sells the prescription to me, he can still use it.

This prescription is very important to our entire Haiqu area.

A doctor's heart is compassionate. I believe that if that doctor knew his prescription could benefit the entire population of Haiqu, he would be willing to share it even without payment.

Wang Da Ba's eyes lit up as he listened, and he almost clapped and cheered excitedly.

But he was the son of the prefect, and when he went out, he represented the prefect's face, so he couldn't do something so inappropriate.

He could only restrain himself and agree: "Yes, madam, think about it again. I'm willing to pay another 500 taels, making a total of 1000 taels of silver, to buy this prescription."

Xu Qing remained unmoved, even feeling a bit disgusted; the old man's words were nothing short of moral blackmail.

It's a pity, though, that she has no morals!

"You said that tens of thousands of people in Haiqu died from illness because of the cold winter."

Could it be that there are no pharmacies or apothecaries in the entire city of Haiqu?

However, I wandered around the city for two days and found at least one or two, and sometimes five or six, pharmacies on each street.

With so many pharmacies, there must be many doctors, so why are people still dying from illness?

Could it be that his medical skills are inadequate? He can't cure a cold and fever? No wonder he had to buy a prescription from someone else.

Then that's your own problem. As doctors, you should strive to improve your medical skills.

If everyone bought every good prescription they saw, like you do, who would bother to study medicine?

Wang Daba blushed with embarrassment after being spoken to.

Yes, what this young lady said is absolutely right. We should strive to improve our medical skills.

Is he, the eighth son of a high-ranking prefect, really inferior to a barefoot doctor in the countryside?

He refused to believe it; he was confident that if he devoted himself to research, he could definitely concoct an even better and more potent prescription!

The old doctor, enraged and embarrassed, pointed at Xu Qing's nose and scolded:

"What do you know, you woman? It's not that our medical skills are lacking! It's just that the harvesting and processing of medicinal herbs is extremely time-consuming and laborious."

Some rare medicinal herbs can only be found deep in the mountains. A slight mistake could cost you your life in the mountains.

Therefore, the medicinal materials are very expensive, and ordinary people cannot afford them and are unwilling to come for treatment. What can we do?

"You refuse to sell the prescription, fine, but how dare you insult all the doctors in Haiqu!"

Wang Daba suddenly felt that what the old doctor said made a lot of sense, and he was torn between two options.

Xu Qing said slowly:

"You're talking about a common cold in winter. The medicinal herbs for a cold shouldn't be hard to find, right?"

Don't put the cart before the horse, please change the subject.

If you're willing to spend 500 taels of silver to buy my prescription, why not use that money to subsidize the cost of the medicine?

"I think this amount of money should be enough to treat at least several hundred people for a common cold."

The old doctor was furious that Xu Qing was completely unyielding, but he couldn't win an argument with him, nor could he hit him.

"Stubborn!"

He angrily threw down a sentence and got up to leave.

Seeing that Wang Daba was still sitting in the same spot, he sat down again, still feeling indignant.

What a tragedy! The prefect's son hasn't left yet, and we dare not abandon him and leave first!

I must make myself a calming and cooling tea when I get home today, otherwise he'll be driven crazy by this woman.