The entire mess at the Min estate had somehow become the way for Xiao Feng Wu’s name to be spread, increasing his reputation and bringing in quite a lot of business to the normally silent Hui Chun Tang; generating what would normally be half a year’s income in just a few days. After Xiao Feng Wu sent away the last patient, he rolled his needles back up into a pouch and said to Qian Lang-zhong, “Since we have the income, fill up the medicine cabinet. Everything’s growing mold in there.” For him, whether one was poor or rich was not a factor in whether the patient gets looked at or not; instead it depended on whether he himself wanted to or not. If the injury was too heavy or just not for the eyes, he tossed them all to Qian Lang-zhong as he wasn’t really cut out as a physician after all. He had the skills but not the attitude. If it was not because he needed money to live, he wouldn’t even hold consultations. Qian Lang-zhong laid back on his rocking chair, swaying back and forth, tapping the smoking pipe in his hand. His face was full of wrinkles, and his eyes flashed with an expression of chasing old memories as he said in a tone that revealed his old age, “Truly, should always be afraid of these youngsters. You’re stronger than your grandfather, as he, at your age, didn’t have much of a reputation. When you open an apothecary later on, the name will attract customers from all over the place.” Xiao Feng Wu kept mashing medicine as he said, “Open what apothecary. When I have saved enough money, I won’t become a physician.” Qian Lang-zhong immediately straightened up from his chair upon hearing this, but for whatever reason, he slowly laid back down, knocking his pipe quite loudly as he did, evidently a bit agitated, “Young man, for all the skills you possess, don’t squander it. Is it not good to save someone?”
Xiao Feng Wu poured the medicinal powder into bottles and replied with disinterest, “It’s too gross. Blood bubbles, thickens, and flows, nothing of which I even want to see. If the injury’s on their body, it would be okay, but if it’s on their feet, am I going to have to stuff my nose into a stinky foot?” And then stuffed the bottle into his sleeves before walking out. Qian Lang-zhong sighed several times, but then upon seeing De Gui carefully weighing medicine on the counter, his heart felt some sort of relief. He thought to himself, Xiao Feng Wu, this bastard has still not suffered, and really does need a good life lesson, a good one indeed. Sheng De Lou had an act playing everyday, but Xiao Feng Wu did not climb over the walls anymore, instead choosing to pay and walk in legally. He picked a seat on the ground floor that directly faced the stage. The sign that displayed the theatre piece to be performed for the day read <<Peony Pavilion >> by Qin Ming Yue. Thinking back to the beginning, this piece was what propelled Qin Ming Yue to stardom, and even now, there were no empty seats, and even more crazy still were the never-ending pendants and hairpins being thrown up by all those wealthy wives. On the stage, playing the part of Du Li Niang, in all her glory and beauty, Qin Ming Yue was singing all the way to Garden Dream, and his voice was swirling as if they were all in a dream, sending everyone who heard it into a trance, almost as if they were drunk. For whatever reason, the more Xiao Feng Wu heard, the more sleepy he became. His eyelids were beginning to fight a battle, and as his seat was further back, Qin Ming Yue did not spot him. When the curtain came down, Qin Ming Yue returned backstage and that Chen Xiao-ye was still there, eagerly following behind. “Ming Yue—-“