Mo Zhizhang raised his wine cup and said softly to Ye Wanmian,
"Those who follow the righteous path win more support, while those who go against it have little. This is a principle that my master, your grand - master, has always taught me. Today, I saw the integrity of our master's school in my junior nephew. As long as one sincerely treats and rescues the sick, people will naturally stand up to clarify and defend for you, junior nephew."
"I think my senior brother also saw your sincerity, so he decided to take you as his disciple and teach you medical skills."
Ye Wanmian blushed a little and said, "Uncle, you're overpraising me. Everything depends on fate. I think it's just that the fates between my master, you, and me have come."
While they were having a harmonious time there, Xiao Jingcheng was a bit in a daze here.
Those who follow the righteous path win more support, while those who go against it have little.
Ruminating on Mo Zhizhang's words, Xiao Jingcheng felt rather uncomfortable.
This was a saying from Mencius, often used by his teacher to exhort him to win people's hearts and be kind to his officials. Now, he heard it from a doctor.
Wasn't it also a reminder to him?
The next moment, he felt his cup being gently clinked. When he came back to his senses, Ye Wanmian had already withdrawn her hand.
Due to Xiao Jingcheng's special status, Ye Wanmian just clinked glasses with him without saying much. Subconsciously tightening his fingers, Xiao Jingcheng raised his cup. For the first time, without any emotions and even with a bit of solemnity, he said, "Thank you."
Only he, Ye Wanmian, Li Zhao, and Qi Wen knew what he was thanking for.
He tilted his head and drank the wine. The liquor slid across his tongue and throat, bringing a spicy feeling and making him a bit more sober.
Although this meal started in a bit of a chaotic way, it finally ended in a harmonious atmosphere.
The dishes on the table were all personally selected by Ye Wanmian and Xiao Jingcheng. Xiao Jingcheng was very satisfied with this meal, so he even had an extra bowl of rice.
Xiao Jingcheng behaved himself throughout this time. Ye Wanmian couldn't help but look at him a few more times, and he just caught her eye.
"What are you looking at? Is there a grain of rice on my face?" He raised his eyebrows and asked.
Ye Wanmian said with a straight face, "No."
Since there was none, and she was stealing glances at him, did she finally notice that he...
"You chose to buy the bowls. After the meal, you have to wash them yourself. Don't expect me to help you." Ye Wanmian threw out this sentence and then turned away.
Xiao Jingcheng: "..."
Gritting his teeth, he said through clenched teeth, "I won't trouble you."
Over there, Ye Wanmian was clearing the bowls and chopsticks on the table and was about to wash them when Mo Zhizhang quickly stopped her. "Junior nephew, put them down quickly. I'll do it."
He always rushed to do things with her. Ye Wanmian really felt bad about it, so she quickly stepped aside.
"Uncle, you've already helped me a lot. You've had a long and tiring journey. You should take a good rest."
"Qi..." Ye Wanmian was about to call Qi Wen when a shadow loomed over her, and the things in her hand were snatched away.
She was startled for a moment and turned to look. Xiao Jingcheng was holding the bowls and dishes and said expressionlessly, "I'll do it."
Then, he turned and walked towards the well.
Coming back to her senses, Ye Wanmian hurriedly chased after him. "Wait a minute!"
"Give them to me!"
"What? He can wash them, but I can't?" Xiao Jingcheng said sardonically.
Ye Wanmian almost choked on her own saliva. Hands on her hips, she couldn't help but retort, "I'm afraid that a noble person like you will take this opportunity to take revenge and break all the bowls and dishes I just bought today!"
"So what if I break them? I've said I'll double the money back to you. I keep my word." Xiao Jingcheng snorted.
Ye Wanmian sneered, "Then may I ask, when will you pay me back? In one month, two months, or three months? Don't tell me I have to wait for three to five years?"
As the two bickered, they walked farther and farther. Mo Zhizhang shifted his gaze from them and then met Qi Wen's excited face and Li Zhao's light cough.
"Um, I, I have something to do. I'll go back to my room first!" Qi Wen threw out this sentence in a hurry and then got up and ran back.
Closing the door, Qi Wen took out the manuscript of his storybook that he had hidden from the cabinet and sat down at the table.
After Xiao Jingcheng regained consciousness and became "Goudan", Qi Wen had encountered a bottleneck in writing his storybook and didn't know how to continue. Just now, when he saw Xiao Jingcheng snatch the bowls and dishes from Ye Wanmian's hands and also deliberately glanced at Mo Zhizhang, an idea flashed through Qi Wen's mind, and he immediately got an idea.
Hehe, it's hard to write a story about two people, but isn't it easy to write a story about three people?
Two men vying for one woman. Readers love this kind of drama the most!
Hehe!
In the yard, only Mo Zhizhang and Li Zhao were left. Mo Zhizhang seemed to have a very good temper. He smiled faintly at Li Zhao and said, "Junior nephew's place is really lively. She has a good relationship with everyone, and it seems that everyone is revolving around her."
Li Zhao also smiled and said, "This is exactly her forte."
Mo Zhizhang sighed, "I really envy my senior brother for having such a good disciple."
Li Zhao then asked, "Is your master still in good health?"
"Huh?" Mo Zhizhang looked at Li Zhao. "Uncle Li knows my master?"
"Several years ago, I had a brief encounter with him. I'm also an old acquaintance of your senior brother. We knew each other when you probably weren't even born yet."
Mo Zhizhang looked surprised. "I didn't expect Uncle Li to have such a connection with our master's school. To be honest, I haven't seen my master for a long time. He travels around all year round and rarely contacts my senior brother and me. But I think he should still be in good health."
Hearing Li Zhao coughing from time to time, Mo Zhizhang remembered what Ye Wanmian had told him. He said to Li Zhao, "I heard from junior nephew that Uncle Li coughed up blood and fainted the other night. May I take your pulse?"
Li Zhao was stunned for a moment and subconsciously withdrew the hand that was on the table. He declined politely, "No need. I'm not seriously ill. I'll be fine after a few days of good rest."
Mo Zhizhang saw his resistance and kindly advised, "Uncle Li, don't be afraid of seeking medical treatment. You should get your body adjusted as soon as possible if you're not feeling well. If it can be cured, it'll be a happy ending. Otherwise, if you keep delaying until it's too late to reverse, there will be many regrets in life, won't there?"
Mo Zhizhang's words touched Li Zhao. He was in a daze and thought.
Yes, if he could be cured, he could find his Yingniang and stay by Mujin's side for a long time.
But...
If Mo Zhizhang diagnosed that he was incurable, wouldn't it be... like a death sentence for him?
This was exactly why Li Zhao hesitated to let Mo Zhizhang take his pulse.
Mo Zhizhang wasn't in a hurry to urge him. Instead, he just quietly looked at Li Zhao and let Li Zhao make his own choice.
Li Zhao looked at Ye Wanmian who was bickering with Xiao Jingcheng while washing the dishes beside the well. Although her face was full of disgust for the person opposite her, her expression was so vivid.
Just like the girl who had accompanied him back then, lively and smart.
Li Zhao stood up and said to Mo Zhizhang, "Let's go to the front."
The two left the yard and came to Li Zhao's room. Li Zhao sat down and stretched out his hand to Mo Zhizhang with a solemn expression. "Please."
Mo Zhizhang placed his fingers on Li Zhao's pulse and carefully identified his pulse condition. After a moment, his expression changed slightly.