Chapter 7: The Extraordinary People of the City Streets

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  Wen flew to the door and pressed the horn, and out came Old Ye's son, Young Ye, frowning and saying impatiently: "Hurry up and line up, what are you showing off with just a few stinky dollars..."

  Wen Fei had just rolled down the car window, sticking out his big head, and upon hearing this, he felt a bit embarrassed, laughing: "Ming Ge, why are you so angry, who provoked you?" Little Ye was called Ye Ming.

  Wen Fei had been coming to Bao He Tang frequently over the past period of time, looking for Ye Lao Daifu. Naturally, he became familiar with everyone inside. Although business was good at Bao He Tang, its storefront wasn't big and there weren't many employees. It was a completely family-run business - just Ye Lao Daifu and his wife, plus Xiao Ye Daifu and his wife. With only four people in the household, it was inevitable that they became familiar with each other after several visits.

  When he saw it was Wen Fei, Da Ye's face looked a bit better, and he said: "Not seeing you for a few days, I didn't expect you to get rich so quickly! Just now there was a nouveau riche who came in and didn't want to wait in line. He directly threw out 100,000 yuan and asked my dad to write him a prescription!"

  It's really embarrassing! But still curious and asked: "How did it end up?"

  "My dad wrote a prescription for him directly, just one word: get out!" Doctor Xiao Ye said with a smile.

  Wen Fei's eyes widened in shock, unable to believe that the seemingly benevolent and kind-hearted Ye Lao Daifu had such a violent temper.

  "You're not thinking of cutting in line too, are you, nouveau riche?" Dr. Xiao Ye joked.

  "I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare!" Wen Fei chuckled to himself, and indeed he had thought of it. Otherwise, he wouldn't have carelessly honked the horn in front of the pharmacy. At this moment, after being reprimanded by Dr. Xiao Ye's few words, his bones, which had become somewhat light-headed after suddenly becoming rich, immediately returned to normal.

  Honestly, the car was stopped properly, and followed Dr. Xiaoye into Baohetang. It's strange to say that in this era, everyone looks for traditional Chinese medicine doctors to see a doctor, only believing in older doctors. As if the older they are, the higher their medical skills, now the famous traditional Chinese medicine doctors are all white-haired and bearded, one by one like those fortune tellers on the street.

  It's like this Dr. Xiaoye, although his medical skills are not bad, but no one wants him to take a look. It makes Dr. Xiaoye feel very depressed too. He can only do some assistant work, don't even mention how depressing it is.

  "Your medicine is too difficult to prepare," said Dr. Xiaoye, "None of the medicinal materials in your prescription are expensive, but the processing procedure is extremely complicated. Is this intentional?"

  Wen Fei nodded and bowed: "Thanks a lot, Ming Ge! I'm really grateful. In the next life, I'll definitely repay you by being your servant!"

  "Are you just trying to welch on the deal?"

  Wen Fei continued to smile foolishly, which was equivalent to acquiescence. If it weren't for the sudden awakening from pressing the horn earlier, Wen Fei might have said: That's easy, how much money do you want? Just name a price!

  But now Wen Fei has seen it, if he really said that, he would probably end up with a bad reputation and be chased out. The nouveau riche who spent 100,000 yuan to open a pharmacy was driven away, how could Wen Fei dare to be so unreasonable? In the streets, there are often some extraordinary people with extraordinary temperaments. Otherwise, why is there an old saying that says "those who rely on their power are like butchers and dogs, while those who are ungrateful are all scholars"?

  Although Wen Fei was being very naughty, Dr. Xiao Ye seemed to enjoy it. He laughed and scolded: "We owe you one!" His tone became much more intimate.

  The two of them chatted idly for half a day before Xiaoye asked, "What about that medicinal herb you mentioned last time?"

  Wen Fei laughed and said: "You all say I've become a nouveau riche, what about that medicine?"

  "Is it worth that much? Your car must be worth several hundred thousand, right?" Dr. Xiao Ye was shocked, he originally thought Wen Fei had just brought some medicinal materials from the countryside. But he didn't expect it to be a batch of medicinal materials that could earn 180 million.

  "Lucky, got some of the good stuff!" Wen Fei said.

  Now that you mention it, Xiao Ye Daifu took it to heart: "Can I get old mountain ginseng? Forget it, this thing is too rare to talk about with you..."

  Wen Fei thought about it and didn't dare to make a promise, after all, this thing originated from the Northeast. Those who studied history in Northern Song Dynasty knew how tragic it was, that the Northeast had long been occupied by others - first the Khitan people, then the Jurchen people, and later the Mongols; anyway, there was no room for the Song people to intervene... However, Wen Fei took this matter to heart and looked forward to seeing if he could get a chance to deal with it in the future.

  Pulling a few words, holding the medicine and preparing to leave. Ye Lao Daifu beckoned to Wen Fei, and Wen Fei obediently walked over.

  But then he saw Old Man Ye, who didn't even lift his head, writing a prescription for the patient while saying, "You little scoundrel, you didn't use that dan medicine as **, did you?"

  "How is it possible? I don't even have a girlfriend!"

  Ye Lao Daifu sneered: "Is that going whoring? Look at your complexion, your qi and blood are deficient again..."

  "That one, that one, I drew three symbols today!" He was always misunderstood like this, it wasn't a big deal. Wen Fei explained.

  "Drawing symbols, little brother, are you catching ghosts?" The waiting patient chimed in and asked.

  "He's just drawing, tracing the gourd. Alright, next one. Ye Ming, hurry up and get the medicine, can't you see how busy I am? You're still thinking of slacking off!" Old Master Ye sent away the patient, looked at Wen Fei from head to toe, and laughed: "Not bad, not bad, you've got skills, actually made a fortune. Could it be that you're making money by drawing talismans?"

  The words fluttered in front of his eyes, and he chuckled with some pride. Although it wasn't exchanged for a painting symbol, there was still a connection after all!

  "I'm telling you!" Old Master Ye suddenly bellowed, just like a teacher scolding a student back in school. Wen Fei's scalp tightened involuntarily as he was dragged by Old Master Ye to the backyard, some things weren't suitable for discussion in front of everyone.

  Xiao Ye Da Fu saw the opportunity and hastily handed over the task of grabbing medicine to his wife. He sat down behind the diagnosis table, smiled at the patient and said: "What's uncomfortable for you?"

  "I...I...I'll just wait for Dr. Ye to come out..." The patient looked up and down at Ye Ming, seemingly thinking that since he didn't have a beard or mustache, he wasn't reliable, and said so. Suddenly, it made the smile on Little Ye's face freeze.

  Wen Fei was dragged into the inner room by Ye Lao Daifu, and a storm suddenly burst out: "Relying on the few days of learned magic, you actually dare to make money... hmm... You're courting death..."

  Wen Fei, who had been scolded until his face turned pale, also felt that this old man loved to interfere in other people's business. I'm not your apprentice, after all. However, Wen Fei was already past the age of being a rebellious teenager and could naturally distinguish between good intentions and ill intentions. He hastily made a humble tone: "Old Master Ye, please calm down, I didn't use Taoist magic to make money. I sell medicinal herbs, didn't I tell you last time?"

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