Chapter 96: Seek medical attention

Chapter 96 Seeking medical attention
"Li Wei, which doctor is the most brilliant doctor in Beijing?" Murong asked in a low voice and his eyes were dignified.
Li Wei is the dowry of Murong Rou, and she has won her trust. She will not hide Li Wei, no matter how big or small.
When Murongrou’s words were concealed, Li Wei understood it:
Mrs., Gongzhong Taiji has only been diagnosed for your time. Your body has no problems. You don’t have to ask for medical advice. You can’t care. Young master, just the time is not here!"
Murong has a faint gaze and sighs: "It’s been twelve years since I was born. I have never been pregnant. If I wait for the next day, I don’t know when I will wait for my age. Continue to wait..."
Li Yiyi, suddenly remembered, Murongrou has been in his thirties, to the late stage of childbirth, if you want to have children, you must be pregnant as soon as possible, and really can't wait any longer: "What is the wife going to do?"
Murong soft looked around at no one, and lowered his voice: "You go to inquire and see if there are any secret recipes that can make people pregnant, secret medicine..."
She and Tian asked the age is not small, whether it is for the future of Wu'an Houfu, or for her position in Wu'an Houfu, she must have an eldest son who belongs to them...
There are many secrets from the folks, and there are also many secret recipes that are not known to outsiders. The secret medicine will definitely make her get what she wants!
"Pregnant secret?" Li Wei's eyes sank, low: "A few days ago, the slaves passed a medical hall, and the buddies of the medical hall were shown to show off their lives. They had a secret recipe for their son..."

Really?
Murong’s heart was happy, and he said in a hurry:
Where is that medical center? Take me there.

"This... I don't know if it's true or not. Let's ask the slaves to ask first..." Li Wei whispered: There are many doctors in the capital, but there are many doctors who swindle and swindle, not just a man. They believe in what they call secret recipes.
"Let's go together!" Murong said with a faint gaze: "I want to know as soon as possible that the secret recipe of the son is true or false!"
Huichuntang is a small medical museum. It is near noon. The medical hall is quiet and empty. There is no disease. A drug child holds a fine cloth and wipes the counter and medicine box with boring.
Murong softly held Li Wei’s hand and walked back to Chuntang. The drug boy saw her at a glance and greeted with enthusiasm:
Mrs. is a doctor, or a medicine!

"Hear, do you have a secret recipe for your son in your medical center?" Murong softly glanced at the little drug boy, did not say a few nonsense, and came to the door to ask questions in his heart.
A small drug child glanced at it carefully, and she looked at Murongrou carefully. She saw that she wore a moon-white skirt, and the black hair was only pulled up with a silver enamel. The ear was wearing a simple silver earring. Dressing up, people can't guess her true identity, her face is covered with a white veil, and she only reveals a pair of shrewd eyes, she can't see her at all!
Isn't it just to ask for a secret recipe for a son? He won't say anything more. Is it necessary to be so mysterious? She did not want to reveal her identity, he was too lazy to ask.
The little drug boy is disdainful, but on the face is a smile: "Yes, the secret recipe of the son, is the treasure of the hospital hall of our hospital!"
"Is that secret recipe used? Can it be effective?" This is the most concerned issue of Murongrou. She does not want to spend a lot of money to buy a useless recipe.
"Mrs. Rest assured, Huichuntang has been in the capital for five or six years. The prescriptions and medicines that have been taken out are absolutely effective. If you use the secret recipe of the son, you can come to our signboard at any time... "The little drug boy said a word, and his voice was proud."
Murong soft nodded gently, Huichuntang is more reputable in the capital, there is no need for a recipe, ruining its foundation in the capital: "I am going to buy that square, you open a price!"
"This..." The little drug boy's confident smile was so sullen, and he smiled embarrassedly: "I don't want you to say that the secret recipe is from our family's family. It is always in the hands of the owner, if you want To be a secret, you must talk to the owner!"
It’s not a glorious thing to use a secret recipe to have a son. She just wants to buy the secret recipe quietly. The fewer people I contact, the better. I didn’t expect the little drug boy in front of me to be the master...
Murong was a bit irritated in his heart, and he was not angry. "Where is your home now?"
"It's here!" With a vague voice, a middle-aged man took the curtain and walked out. He was about forty years old, wearing a blue robes, and the belt was loose and sloppy. The hair is a little messy, the eyes are fascinated, and the eyes are slightly red, just like I haven't woken up yet.
He step by step, squatting forward, as if he would fall at any time!
The little drug boy's mouth was pumped, and he hurried forward to help him: "Four lords, small to give you a cup of hangover tea!" The hangover is still not fully awake, and his owner is also a wonderful flower.
"No!" The middle-aged man waved his hand to the side of the little medicinal child and slowly walked over to Murongrou. He looked at her condescendingly: "Do you want to buy the secret recipe of my ancestors?"
The thick mouth scented with the residual smell of the wine, the smoked Murong softly frowned, not angry: "Yes, please open a price."
"Oh!" The middle-aged man smirked twice and sat down on the chair next to him. He took the warm tea in front of him and sipped it. His eyes were clear and clear. He looked like a smile and said: "This secret recipe can make people Mian Yanzi, for the benefit of a family, the price is not low..."
"How much do you want? Please ask for the price." Murong soft interrupted his words impatiently, and the bottom of the screaming disgusted disgusting, if not for the secret, she would not stand here calmly, and such a drunkard speak.
"I don't want silver!" The middle-aged man spoke openly.
Murong said: "Don't be silver? What do you want?"
The middle-aged man looked at her, and mysteriously lowered the voice: "I want my wife to help me with my family, I want a beautiful woman who is under 20 years old..."
Murong softly disdainfully sneered, and his eyebrows were mocking: "You are just a low-lying merchant who opened a pharmacy, and he is over forty years old. He still wants to marry a young woman who is a wife. Are you drunk?" If you want to eat swan meat, it is not your way of eating..."
The middle-aged man’s face was gloomy and terrible, and he screamed at Murongrou. He said:
I am the brother of Xu Shangshu of the Ministry of Military Affairs. The current history of the Ministry of Industry is not a low-lying merchant...

(End of this chapter)