Chapter 91 (1/2)

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the young man saw that Xueer girl did not look down on him because he was poor. He was shocked. Yeah, he didn't try, how could he not know?

He thought of his mother's lingering pain in the bed for a long time, secretly scolded himself useless, as a son, how could he not try his best to fight for his mother once? Maybe this will be the last chance to relieve mother's pain.

He wiped all the tears from his eyes and bowed to Xueer: ”thank you very much, Miss Xueer. I'll go now!” The young man went to the closed clinic and knocked on the door.

Although the young man was dressed in old clothes that could not be worn any more, his hair was just tied with simple cloth strips. Although he was dressed in simple clothes, he could not see a trace of poverty on his body. When he walked, his back was very straight, his face was not as handsome as that of Prince Yin, nor as handsome as that of Prince Zheng. He looked ordinary, but he had a share of elegant books around him The smell of raw books makes him look different.

Should be a reader!

When the door of the clinic opened, the young man walked in. When the door closed again, Xueer took back her eyes. She looked at the direction of the line. There were a dozen people in the line, but now there are only 45 people left. Obviously, a hundred Liang silver diagnosis fee scared many people away.

Xueer shrugs: ”anyway, miss is not going to make the business of Rongyu hall better. What she wants is this kind of effect!”

After the license plates were issued to the five, each of them received one or two silver withdrawal money first, and it was agreed that the money would be deducted from the diagnosis money to be paid.

These people in line, all dressed in high, fresh and gorgeous clothes, obviously don't care about the one or two silver or one hundred silver. They only care about whether they can cure the disease they want to cure!

In the clinic, Qi Rongyue saw Qing was a little nervous, so he poured him a cup of tea and asked him to sit down and take a breath.

”What's your name?” She asked as she sat at the table, looking at the awkward young man.

The young man put down his tea cup, but did not dare to look at the young lady of the Ming Dynasty. He looked down and said, ”my name is Zhou an, 21 years old, and I live in Sanwu Hutong.”

Qi Rongyue nodded, ”have you read a book?”

Zhou an nodded again, ”I've been a scholar.”