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Chapter 17 Weak Scholar × Martial Arts Leader

"Doctor, do you see what's wrong with my elder brother?" Wen Ruo looked at the doctor's hand that felt his pulse, tightly clutched his own pouch, and said timidly.

Lang Zhong, who was over half a century old, with his own gray goatee, did not answer the weak question, but instead asked Wu Lin: "Are you drinking fake wine?"

Wu Lin, who didn't know why, shook his head: "Beetles can also make wine? It's amazing!"

Lang Zhong frowned, Wen Ruo thought he didn't like to play games with his body, and was about to open his mouth to excuse Wu Lin...

"Beetles are delicious when fried, how can you make wine!! What a cult."

Wen Ruo: ... I lost.

Wulin put on a look of arguing with reason, "I am the leader of Wulin, not a cult."

The doctor waved his hand, not wanting to argue: "I'm not sick, I'm not sick, I can leave with two taels of silver."

Wen Ruo, whose heart was bleeding, drooped his eyelids and was about to cry: "No, he's fine, and you still need two taels of silver?"

"Two consultation fees are very suitable. You can shop around and you won't lose money."

"One or two, if it's more, I'll cry."

"Do not……"

"Woooooooo..."

"One tael! One tael!"

So the poor scholar, who was crying miserably, dragged the confused son-in-law out of the doctor's clinic.

Doctor's neighbor A: "What happened to those two?"

Doctor's neighbor B: "It's normal for the newlyweds to find out that the other party can't get pregnant as described in the scriptures."

Martial Arts with good hearing: So what script?

…………

Wen Ruo originally wanted to drag the martial arts leader back to the previous inn, but when he reached the door, he remembered that he had no money, so he took the book basket and dragged Wu Lin to sit on the threshold.

Wen Ruo: "I'm going to be an examiner in the capital."

Wu Lin: "I'll go with you."

Wen Ruo: "Do you know that you are the leader of martial arts?"

Wu Lin: "Yes, I also know that you are the leader's wife."

Thinking about it carefully, the little scholar doesn't seem to say that he likes me... But I'm so good, it's not too much to be narcissistic once in a while.

"Do you even know that I'm carrying a handle?"

"I took you to the bathroom once yesterday... I've seen it..." The martial arts leader was so ashamed that his chest muscles flicked uncontrollably.

"..."

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