This shadow guard is kinda nice

Mo Ran took the old man to the nearest medical clinic. When the doctor heard that he had a fever, he immediately waved his hands and said that it could not be cured, and asked the two of them to go to another medical clinic.

Mo Ran didn't say anything, and took the old man to the center of Pingyao. This clinic is small, and it's reasonable for the doctor to be unsure of how to treat it.

The old man drooped his head and walked slowly. Now that he was blown by the cold wind, his head was not so dizzy. When he regained a little energy, he couldn't help but start thinking about it.

At first, there was hope for a cure for this strange disease, but since he was kicked out by his son, he has no hope. alive.

Mo Ran noticed that the old man was very depressed, but he had no experience in comforting others. He didn't know what to say, so he simply pretended not to know, and silently led the old man into another medical clinic.

When approaching Shenshi, the medical center was overcrowded, and there was a long queue in the small courtyard, and the two stood at the end of the queue.

The old man sighed deeply. On the way from his home to the hospital, he has been keeping a distance from Mo Ran deliberately. Although he has not been diagnosed yet, the old man knows in his heart that he is almost inseparable. He is afraid that he will be infected. To others, so I have been trying to stay as far away as possible, but this young man who has never met doesn't seem to care much.

He couldn't help but said to Mo Ran: "Thank you very much, if it weren't for you, I might..."

Mo Ran waved his hand and said lightly, "You're welcome."

He didn't really want to take care of this matter, but it just happened to happen, and besides, the old man was suffering from an epidemic, so he just took this opportunity to come to the clinic to see the situation.

Yesterday I first came to Pingyao with my master, and I went to several medical clinics. As long as the disease was mentioned, most of the doctors basically didn't want to talk about it, so they didn't know much about the real situation, only a scribble. perhaps.

As the team advanced, the two were finally able to enter the room and saw the doctor.

The doctor is an old man over sixty years old, and he touched his non-existent beard like a habit. After asking about the old man's condition, he observed it carefully, and finally took his pulse and gave the result.

Really sick.

In the short period of this diagnosis, the old man seemed to have spent as long as a lifetime, and the results given by the doctor made his only glimmer of hope shattered.

But after his hopes were shattered, he didn't feel too much disappointment, instead he was relieved as he should have been.The panic that was pressing down in my heart, the guilt that I was afraid of dragging my son down, all disappeared at this moment.

He doesn't have to worry about it any more, he will leave to fate for the next thing, but it's a pity, he hasn't seen his son marry a wife and have children yet, hey...

The doctor was a little surprised when he saw his calm face. He had seen too many expressions in the past two days, but he had never seen such a calm expression.

Maybe when the age is up, life and death are also bearish.

He looked up at Mo Ran, who was standing a few steps behind the old man, and naturally regarded him as the old man's son, "Take your father to the suburbs, where these patients are admitted and treated," he lowered his head, and there was something written on his hand, "Bring this list to the person in charge, and they will treat your father."

Hearing his words, the old man suddenly felt something was wrong, and wanted to explain to the doctor how he could have such an outstanding son.

Mo Ran didn't care much, took the list and helped the old man out.

As soon as the old man went out, he rubbed his hands and said anxiously: "Well... don't take it to heart, the doctor just said it casually, your father is definitely not like me..."

Mo Ran smiled casually and said nothing.

His father?What kind?I can't remember clearly, but he does remember the snowstorm when he left home that year...

suburbs

The fence encloses a large open space, and some thatched huts and tents are randomly set up. A few meters away from the fence, there are soldiers guarding it. A doctor's certificate is required for entry and exit, and the control is extremely strict.

Mo Ran secretly observed that Pingyao's prevention and control measures were reasonable from the outside.

When he took the old man in, the guard next to him saw the certificate, and handed the face towels to the two of them, signaling to cover their faces.

The black face scarf covered the face, revealing those eyes that were as bright as cold stars. Others didn't dare to look directly at Mo Ran. The guard only took a look, then lowered his head, and said: "Go in and find the steward Wang, he will arrange it. "

Mo Ran gave a low hum, pushed open the gate, and went in with the old man.

The two are interspersed in various streams of people. Although they have different identities, they share the same grief.

Here, every day, every moment, people leave, and the screams are endless day and night.

After asking several people in succession, and receiving countless blank stares, the two finally found Steward Wang.

It was a middle-aged man, his figure was out of shape, and he staggered when he walked, fearing that he would be carried to the ground in the next moment.

Mo Ran watched quietly as he walked up to her, walked around the table, and slumped in the chair like a ball of meat.

After he finished drinking his tea, he raised his eyelids and said indifferently, "Where's the doctor's certificate? Take a look."

The old man took out the certificate from his pocket, spread it in the palm of his hand, smoothed out the wrinkles, and then put it on the table.

Steward Wang picked it up with one hand, looked at it for a while, then glanced at the two of them again, "Just a certificate?"

The old man said: "Yes, I was sick, and this young master accompanied me."

Guanshi Wang snorted when he heard the words, "After the meeting is settled, hurry up and leave, don't get in the way here."

The old man smiled, "Okay, okay, he will leave later, it won't delay your business."

Manager Wang took his own seal, stamped his name on the end of the certificate, left a copy, and returned the certificate to the old man.

"Pay 50 taels, and then I will take you to your residence."

For a moment, the old man thought he heard it wrong, "How much...how much?"

Manager Wang repeated impatiently: "50 taels of silver."

The old man heard it clearly now, and his face turned gray, 50 taels, how can he have so much silver now.

When Guanshi Wang saw his appearance, he knew that there might be another one who had no money. He sneered and said, "What? No money? You don't think this is some kind of charity hall, do you? I'll treat you for nothing?"

The old man was speechless by his question. He thought it would cost money, but he didn't expect it would cost so much.

The sarcasm on Wang Guanshi's face was undisguised, he waved his hand, "If you don't have any money, get out, don't waste my time."

The old man took a step forward, and Steward Wang took a step back. He glared at the old man, "What are you doing? Back off, do you want to infect me?"

The old man hurriedly backed away, and he couldn't stop apologizing, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I didn't intend to infect you." He looked up and looked at Guanshi Wang, his eyes were full of pleading, "Can you see if you can..."

"Look at what?"

He bit the bullet and continued, but his voice became smaller and smaller, like a mosquito.

"Can you ask for less, you see, ten taels of silver, okay?"

"How much?" Steward Wang picked out his ears.

Ten...Ten taels. "

"Hahahahahahahahahaha."

Steward Wang held his belly and laughed tears. He pointed to the attendants beside him, "Did you hear that? I laughed so hard, this old man, he dismissed us as beggars!"

The entourage next to him also laughed.

Amidst all the ridicules, the old man felt ashamed. He lowered his head, turned around and left without saying a word.

Mo Ran folded his arms from the beginning to the end, standing aside, watching them coldly, until the old man was about to leave, he reached out and stopped him, signaling him to stand aside and not to leave.

The ear-piercing laughter stopped, and Guanshi Wang frowned as he watched the stern-faced man approaching him, and watched him stop at the table.

"Stay away from me," he said.

Mo Ran ignored him, he bent down slightly, put his hands on the table, and looked down at Steward Wang condescendingly.

Guanshi Wang has a round figure, but at this moment the shadow of Mo Ran leaning over him completely covered him. He looked at the man hanging over his head in some panic, "What are you going to do?"

Mo Ran didn't hear what he said, and just asked lightly: "Is it funny?"

Ok? ? ?

Guanshi Wang was completely stunned by his answer, what is this?What is so funny?

Mo Ran looked at him and asked again, "Is it funny?"

This time Guanshi Wang understood, and without thinking, he blurted out something funny.

Isn't it funny that you want to get medical treatment when you can't get 50 taels, and you still try to bargain?

But the moment he finished speaking, he felt a little regretful. Thinking this way in his heart didn't mean he could say it like this. He looked up at Mo Ran cautiously, saw that he didn't express anything, and quietly relieved himself.

so far so good.

But at the next moment, a voice in my heart said loudly, okay?What's the matter, why is he so afraid of such a young man, and a man wearing a face scarf, he doesn't even know what he looks like.

His brain is running fast. He has seen all the powerful young masters in Pingyao. It is not like this. The eyes of this man are too cold, and the pressure around him is too heavy. Even the prefect of Pingyao is not like him. general aura.

Hesitation arises from the bottom of my heart, who is this man?

He was afraid that he would offend someone unintentionally, and he would not be able to walk around in the future, but after thinking about it, there is really no number of young masters in Pingyao who can match up with this man in front of him.He even thought about whether this might be the son of Yi Jing, the richest man in Pingyao.

Soon, he laughed at himself again, because he was scared and confused. As we all know, Yi Jing, the richest man in Pingyao, only has one precious daughter. Where did he come from?

Mo Ran looked at his changing face coldly, it was not hard to guess what he was thinking.

"What?" He asked in a deep voice, "Thinking about who I am?" He smiled contemptuously, "Or, to put it another way, wondering who my father is?"

Steward Wang was caught by what he said, so he couldn't refute anything, so he just bowed his head in silence, trying not to look into those eyes that brought him a lot of pressure.

"Don't worry, I'm not anyone's son, and I'm not some powerful person."

Hearing what he said, Steward Wang suddenly raised his head, can you believe it?He has no other skills, but the ability to know people is [-]% mastered, otherwise he would not be able to get such a fat job.

He will charge every person who comes to see a doctor, at least 50 taels, and a few hundred taels more.As for whether it can be cured or not, that's none of his business. He just makes overall arrangements and gets some hard-earned money from the middle by the way.

"I just want to ask, who set the cashier's two regulations? Also, where is the standard for how much to charge? I want to know."

As soon as Guanshi Wang heard this, he immediately became angry. Good guy, it turns out that he is not a powerful son, but someone who comes here to find trouble.

Then if he doesn't teach this ignorant man a lesson today, he will write the word king upside down.

The author has something to say: hot knowledge: the word wang written upside down is still wang