The Young Master of the Coal Miner

Chapter 21

At noon, the patients in the hospital left one after another.

Seeing that Mrs. He was free, He Wenyan asked him to take Minglan's pulse.

Minglan lay on the bed and slept all morning, sweating all over, the high fever has subsided by now, but her face is still a little weak.

Mrs. He put one hand on his wrist and stroked the goatee with the other. After waiting for a while, he had a diagnosis.

"You are a deficiency brought out of your mother's womb. You are deficient in Qi and blood. If the climate changes suddenly, you will feel unwell, shortness of breath and heart palpitations. Besides, you are still a Kunze. Your body is weak, and the tide period is uncertain. You should pay more attention."

Tweet was startled at the side, and hurriedly asked: "Old doctor, can this disease be cured?"

Old Mrs. He sighed, and shook his head: "If the foundation is replenished in childhood, there is still a possibility of a radical cure. Unfortunately, the foundation is weak now, and it may be difficult to cure it."

Listening to Mrs. He's diagnosis, Ming Lan already had expectations in her heart, and she didn't feel that there was anything to regret.It was only when he heard that the tide might be brought forward that he was a little scared.

On the contrary, He Wenyan asked regretfully: "Grandfather, can you prescribe a warm and nourishing prescription for him?"

Mrs. He nodded, got up with the support of his grandson and went to the front room to grind and write prescriptions.

Mrs. He spread out the paper and was about to write down the name of the first medicine when he heard the eldest grandson ask, "Grandfather, is there any medicine in this world that can prevent Kunze's tide?"

Lang Hao paused on the paper, and immediately blotted out a bean-sized dot of ink on the snow-white rice paper.

Old Mrs. He calmly replaced a blank piece of paper: "Why do you think of asking this?"

"Just now I heard my grandfather said that Minglan is weak and her tides are irregular, so I wondered if there was a way to stop Kunze's tides." He Wenyan was looking down at the medical book in hand, but didn't see the movements of the old man.

Mrs. He was silent for a moment, and then slowly said: "The world is so big, there are no wonders."

"It would be great if there was such a same medical prescription, then our Kunze wouldn't marry because of the tide." He Wenyan rested his chin on one hand, staring at the scenery outside in a daze.He is only half a year away from the tide.

Mrs. He's pen is strong and powerful, and the pen is fast and fast, and the prescription for recuperation has been drawn up in a short time.

He put down his pen and ink, and looked up at his grandson: "Your grandfather and I don't care about Kunze's identity. As long as my grandson is not happy, we won't marry if we don't."

After all, Mrs. He turned around and handed the prescription to the drug boy who was dodging aside.The drug boy hurriedly took the prescription, grabbed the medicine and dispensed it, not daring to continue to be lazy.

He Wenyan just smiled helplessly when he heard his grandfather's words, but he didn't pay attention to the seriousness in Old Master He's words.

At this moment, Hong Ling's voice came from outside the door: "Old master, young master. Madam asked me to deliver lunch."

Hongling stepped into the medical hall carrying a large mahogany food box with both hands.

The sun was the strongest at noon, and even though the He family was only two blocks away from the medical hall, the little girl was still sweating profusely and her cheeks were flushed under such a strong sun and carrying such a heavy food box.

"Put down the food box quickly, sit down and rest." He Wenyan instructed, pouring a glass of water for Hong Ling.

Hong Ling hurriedly stopped: "Master, the little one can do it by himself."

She took the water glass, took a sip of water, wiped off the sweat with a handkerchief from her cuff, and then said with a smile: "Madam knows that there are many patients in the hospital during this period, and I'm afraid that the young master and the old man will be caught up in seeing a doctor. If you can’t go home in time to eat, let me deliver lunch.”

He Wenyan nodded: "Next time, don't foolishly come alone under a big sun, find someone to share some of it for you."

Hong Ling smiled foolishly and asked, "Where are these dishes going to be placed?"

"Let's put it in the back room. It happens that there are two patients today, so I can share some lunch with them."

Seeing that there were a lot of food prepared in the food box, he thought about sharing some with Minglan and the others.

Hong Ling obediently carried the big food box into the back hall, opened the door and was about to step in, when a little girl asked, "Brother Minglan, are you feeling better?"

Minglan?That Annan Pavilion's number one cleaner?Why is he here?

Hong Ling's mind was filled with question marks for a moment, and she stood blankly at the door of the room.

Minglan and Cui'er also noticed someone coming at the door, and Cui'er asked, "Who are you?"

"I... I'm the maid who serves Young Master He. I'm here to deliver the lunch, and the Young Master asked me to put the lunch in the back hall."

Perhaps because of discussing others behind their backs, Hong Ling lost some confidence in her reply.

"The two of you haven't had lunch yet. My young master invites you to have dinner together."

Minglan was weak and frail, and consumed quickly, while Tweety took care of Minglan. After a busy morning, the two of them were indeed hungry.

But Ming Lan still refused, "Thank you, Young Master He, for your kindness, but I'm sick now, and I'm afraid I'll pass it on to others."

Hearing these words, Hong Ling raised her eyes and looked at the brothel gentleman in front of her.

His pale face reveals a bit of sickness, his eyebrows are dark and stretched, revealing the refined charm of ink painting, without the coquettish and vulgarity of being born in a brothel.

Hong Ling couldn't help but compare the person in front of her with her young master in her heart.

Both are beauties, the person in front of her has a refined temperament, weak and pitiful, while her young master has exquisite features and is born with a noble air.

So even though she was used to seeing her young master's beauty, looking at such a sick and weak beauty, Hong Ling's face still couldn't help being tinged with red clouds, and she still remembered gossip behind her back, and she felt a little guilty.

"In that case, I'll put the food on another plate for the two of you." Saying that, Hong Ling neatly divided the food into plates and arranged them.

Ming and Lan didn't have time to refuse, so they had to thank them.

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After lunch, Hong Ling cleaned up the dining table and didn't leave in a hurry, staying to help He Wenyan.

But Hong Ling doesn't know medical skills, and doesn't know pharmacology, how can He Wenyan use her?

"You can't help much here, you might as well go home and rest early."

However, Hong Ling was not happy and muttered: "When I get home, my mother will put me under her nose again, and let me learn the rules and the way of dealing with people with her. If the young master gets married in the future, I will also marry you." I will follow you and help you manage the back house. But you also know, young master, that I hate to obey the rules..."

Hong Ling is the daughter of Mrs. He's dowry maid, Fu Ma, a son of the He family, and has been by He Wenyan's side since she was a child. The family tacitly agrees that she will also be He Wenyan's dowry maid.

Young Master He also frowned when he heard the words, he felt that Mama Fu's plan was really far-reaching, and he didn't rush Hong Ling back immediately.

The little girl stopped her mouth immediately, and smiled all over her face. Seeing that there was really nothing she could do in the medical clinic, she poured water for He Wenyan every now and then.

He Wenyan drank a lot of water and couldn't take it anymore, so he drove her to clean the hospital.

Finally at dusk, He Wenyan and Mrs. He were going back to the mansion, and Minglan was going back to Annan Pavilion.

Before leaving, He Wenyan took his temperature again, handed him a tablet of anti-fever medicine, and told him: "If you have a fever again at night, you can take one tablet. Remember to check your body every once in a while."

Ming Lan nodded with a smile, and Xiao Hong who was beside her had already gone to the door to hail a driver.

Several people walked to the entrance of the hospital together, just when a rickshaw passed by and was stopped by Xiaohong.

"Master, go to Annan Pavilion."

Annan Court.

He Wenyan paused, turned to look at Hong Ling who was following him, and suddenly remembered what she said last time outside the western restaurant.

It is said that Xue Yanluo likes a young lady named Minglan in Annan Pavilion the most...

In an instant, an inexplicable fire flared up in Master He's heart.

On the other side, Ming Lan had already gotten into the car and nodded towards He Wenyan.

He Wenyan was a little dull at the moment, and only said softly to be careful on the road.

The patient was sent away, and several people walked home.

When we arrived at He Mansion, the concierge had already opened the door to welcome Mrs. He and Young Master He.

The concierge announced the good news with a smile on his face: "Old master, young master. The master is back from the Shanghai stock market."

"Father is back!" He Wenyan swept away the dullness just now, "Where is it?"

"We should be preparing dinner in the dining room right now. The lady and the young master are here, and I'm just waiting for you two."

He Wenyan supported Mrs. He and walked quickly towards the dining room.

It has been more than half a month since Mr. He went to the Shanghai stock market, and everything at home is as usual, but Mrs. He and He Wenyan still miss Mr. He very much.

Especially for this child He Wenyang, don't look at Master He who treats him strictly on weekdays, but after Master He left, he asked Mrs. He when his father would come back from time to time.

As soon as He Wenyan entered the dining room, he saw his younger brother sticking to Master He's side, while Mrs. He looked at the two tenderly from the side.

Master He held his youngest son in his arms, enjoying the boy's rare cuteness.

"Father, you're back!" He Wenyan said with a smile, "Wen Yang is looking forward to your return day and night."

Master He looked at the obedient little son in his arms, and said cheerfully: "I thought I was away from home and no one was looking after him, so it's too late to be happy."

Since the birth of his youngest son, Mr. He has not traveled far for several years, and the people below are responsible for some out-of-home purchases and management.

"Master, did your trip go well?" Mrs. He asked.

Master He smiled and nodded: "I haven't seen you in a few years, and the Shanghai stock market is indeed more prosperous than Jinning now."

In a world of flowers and flowers, ten miles of foreign markets, rich in paper and gold.

From what he saw during this trip, he sensed both business opportunities and risks.

But after all, he is getting older, no longer as vigorous and fearless as he was when he was young, and now he just wants to keep Jinning, a small family.

"I found a few horses of soft smoke in the Shanghai market, and brought them back for my wife to make summer clothes."

This is the habit that Mr. He developed when he was a businessman in his early years. He never forgot to bring his wife beautiful fabrics and jewelry wherever he went.

During the words, Mrs. He recalled the time when the two were young.

She also guarded the master at home like this, worrying about his safety during the journey, and he also presented cloth and jewelry like a treasure to make her happy.

Over time, Mrs. He also gradually looked forward to the moment when Master He returned home. She couldn't tell whether it was because of the surprises that filled the warehouse, or because of this man who bothered to make her laugh.

The servants brought up the few bolts of cloth for Mrs. He to have a look at, one for each of the four colors of sky blue, autumn fragrance, pine green, and silver red.

Mrs. He touched the fabric with her hands: "This fabric is light and soft, and it is really suitable for summer clothes. It's just that the color is bright. At my age, wearing this color is afraid of being laughed at. It's better to leave it to the two children."

"Who dares to say that Madam is getting old?!"

Master He widened his tiger eyes, inspected the surrounding servants, and said to Mrs. He: "Madam He looks good in any color. You can choose these four colors, and the rest will be given to the two boys."

The author says:

[There is still a chapter before Master He and Boss Xue resolve the misunderstanding]

Young Master He: Thinking of Hong Ling's words, I feel a little annoyed. (sulking)

Bandit Xue: What's wrong?Jealous? (smugly)

Young Master He: You have a thick skin.