I was sold when I opened my eyes! My sick and disabled husband comforts me every night after he wake

"Hahaha!"

Nie Yuan's words made everyone present laugh, and someone shouted:

"Isn't this the eldest brother Ling from Yangjiazhuang? When did he change his surname?"

"Yes, since ancient times, we have only ever heard of juniors taking the surname of seniors. This is the first time we have heard of seniors taking the surname of juniors."

"That's not surprising. Money makes the world go round, right? Now that Doctor Lan is capable, some people want to take advantage of him, so it's normal for them to change their surnames."

"Hahaha……"

The laughter of the crowd rose again, which made Boss Ling's face turn ashen with anger.

Knowing he was in the wrong, he shook his head.

"Anyway, I'm not leaving until I get the money today."

After saying that, he rolled up his sleeves and prepared to sit on the chair he had just stepped on, adopting an attitude of "a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water".

"what!"

To everyone's surprise, the moment his butt touched the chair, his feet sprang up as if they had stepped on a spring.

Madam Cui hurriedly stepped forward to inquire.

"What's wrong with you? Are you possessed?"

Boss Ling pointed to the chair.

"It's hot, so hot! There's something wrong with this chair. This chair is possessed."

Nie Yuan frowned, reached out and touched the chair, finding nothing amiss, and immediately let out a cold snort.

"Boss Ling, stop playing tricks. Even if it's hot in June, it's impossible for this wooden chair to get scorched. I don't have time to waste with you. I'm giving you two choices: first, get out of here; second, come with me to the yamen for trial."

Boss Ling shook his head in protest.

"It's Ling Lanzhi playing tricks. Last night, her front door was sometimes cold and sometimes hot, and today this chair is strangely hot. In my opinion, she's not human at all, she's a ghost, a female ghost."

Lan Zhi smiled slightly, took two steps forward, and asked.

"You say I'm a female ghost? Do you have any proof? Just this broken chair?"

As she spoke, she reached out and touched the chair, then shrugged.

"It's just an ordinary chair. If you want to cause trouble, you should at least come up with a more reasonable excuse."

Nie Yuan touched the chair and nothing happened, and Lan Zhi touched it and nothing happened either, which made Boss Ling suspect that he had just touched the wrong chair.

He reached out to touch it again, and suddenly let out a scream.

Madam Cui hurriedly stepped forward to inquire.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you so easily startled?"

Boss Ling held out his scalded, red palm to show everyone.

“Look, this chair is clearly hot, but this official and this woman are lying through their teeth. Everyone, please judge this for me. Shouldn’t she compensate me with money?”

Several curious people came to the chair and cautiously reached out to touch it.

As it turned out, the chair was nothing unusual, and everyone dismissively waved their hands.

"Sir, this man is here to cause trouble. Please take him to the yamen for trial!"

Following this, more and more people echoed the sentiment.

"Yes, this person is deliberately causing trouble. Make him get out of here and not delay our medical treatment."

"He's been wasting the whole morning here, he's really an eyesore. Make him leave now, or we'll take action."

"..."

As they were talking, several strong young men rolled up their sleeves, preparing to walk towards Boss Ling. Nie Yuan quickly patted one of them on the shoulder to remind him.

"Brother Ling, are you coming back to the yamen with me, or back to your Yang Family Village? Or, stay here..."

Seeing this, Cui hurriedly tugged at Ling Laoda's sleeve.

"A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle; let's go!"

"Humph!"

Although Ling was unwilling, seeing that the other side had more people and that the official Nie Yuan was present, he still felt guilty and snorted lightly, flicked his sleeves and turned to leave.

Nie Yuan reminded him from behind.

"If you dare to cause trouble again, I won't be so polite to you."

Everyone burst into laughter, and Boss Ling fled in panic with Cui Shi.

Lan Zhi looked at Nie Yuan and nodded in acknowledgment.

"Thank you for today."

Nie Yuan scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly.

"Don't mention it. I was just passing by when I saw some people causing trouble, so I came in to check. Everything's fine now, so I'll be going now."

After saying this, he glanced back at Mo Ning, nodded slightly to him, and then turned and left.

This Nie Yuan seems like a completely different person compared to when she first arrived.

I don't know why he changed, or why he suddenly changed.

She sat back down in her seat, and Mao Mao invited everyone to come in for a checkup, and everything returned to normal.

Only Mo Ning's mind was in turmoil.

When Boss Ling came to cause trouble, he wished he could stand in front of her and protect her, but looking at his own pathetic state, he became timid.

He knew that Nie Yuan liked Lan Zhi, and that his feelings for her had probably changed from simply wanting to possess her to genuinely liking her.

His heart suddenly tightened, and he clenched his fists and pounded his legs twice.

It's truly a waste for such an outstanding woman like Lan Zhi to be with a useless man like him.

He prayed silently that Lan Zhi could heal his legs as soon as possible, so that he could stay by her side like a normal man, protect her, guard her, prevent others from bullying her, and prevent other men from looking at her again.

There weren't many patients today, so they could finally have a peaceful meal.

At lunchtime, Lan Zhi instructed Mao Mao:

"If no patients come after lunch, lock the main gate and put up a sign saying 'No clinic this afternoon.' I need to treat your brother Mo Ning's leg."

Mao Mao nodded expectantly.

"Sister Lan, will Brother Mo Ning be able to stand up soon?"

Lan Zhi glanced at Mo Ning, whose eyes were filled with the same anticipation as Mao Mao's, and nodded.

"Yes, as long as Brother Mo Ning takes good care of me for a hundred days..."

"One hundred days?"

Fear flashed in Mourning's eyes.

"Am I supposed to stay in bed for a hundred days?"

Lan Zhi nodded.

"Yes, your leg injury is much more serious than your foot injury. You need to take good care of yourself until you are fully recovered. However, you don't need to stay in bed for 100 days. We'll decide based on how well your injury is recovering."

"But a hundred days is too long."

As he spoke, he seemed to recall his experiences over the past five years, and a gloomy expression immediately settled on his face.

Lan Zhi understood his feelings, which was why she postponed the time to treat his leg.

"Mo Ning, if you could trade one hundred days for your health for the rest of your life, wouldn't you be willing?"

Mo Ning paused for a moment, then bit her lip hard and nodded heavily.

"Yes, I'd be willing to do it even if it were a year, let alone a hundred days."

Mao Mao busily echoed,

"Don't worry, Brother Mo Ning. Sister Lan used to take care of you by herself, but now I can take care of you with her. We're all looking forward to the day you can stand up again."

Mao Mao's words seemed to have given Mo Ning a sense of determination. He pursed his lips and nodded heavily.

Just then, someone outside shouted:

"Mo Ning's wife, there's a letter for you."

letter?

Who will write to her?

Could it be my older brother, Ling Jiawei?