The Koi Wife of the Prime Minister

Chapter 244: Using Power to Pressure Others

"Would you please let go, boy?"

Shen Yan looked at Song Yunfeng who was walking hurriedly in front of her, her eyebrows slightly frowned, and she felt the inexplicable anger in him.

Song Yunfeng suddenly stopped, his eyes fell on their intertwined fingers, and quickly let go.

"Brother Buque is a kind-hearted person..." He paused halfway through his words, then raised his head with an unusually firm gaze: "I don't mean anything else!"

"You are really unpredictable."

Shen Yan carefully looked at the young man in front of him, and saw that under his drooping eyelids, there were complex and difficult to discern emotions.

The figure carrying the bamboo basket is straight and resolute, his black clothes are as dark as night, and he looks independent from the world, which is the most beautiful portrayal of youth.

Shen Yan couldn't help but recall her own youthful days. Even though Song Yunfeng was precocious and steady, he was still at an age where emotions could easily influence him. His education and experience were also very different from hers.

The words he blurted out yesterday might have been just a momentary slip of the tongue, and she also saw the guilt in his eyes afterwards.

His caution today is undoubtedly the result of his deep reflection and restraint on words.

The change from the initial alienation to being able to consider her feelings now is extremely rare.

What's the point of being fussy about a child who is new to the world?

"How much do you know about the hospitals in the city? Which one should we go to first?"

Song Yunfeng secretly adjusted his breathing, and the tension on his shoulders eased a little. His words seemed to temporarily put down the heavy stone in his heart. Could it be that his anger had dissipated?

“The doctors at Wenyitang are pretty good, but they’re a little small, so they may not be able to meet our needs. The bigger ones are Baicaoge and Tzu Chi Tang, especially Tzu Chi Tang, which is large in scale and has superb medical skills, but we sometimes hear about some of those shops bullying their customers.” After he finished speaking, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

"Then we should naturally go to a larger place to investigate first."

Shen Yan took into consideration that the number of herbs she carried was quite large, and a small clinic might find it difficult to handle them, causing many inconveniences.

Song Yunfeng didn't say anything else. He turned his body to the side and cleverly avoided Shen Yan's hand that was trying to take off the backpack by herself.

"I'll go with you."

Shen Yan was secretly delighted, but she made a small joke without missing a beat: "It is a blessing to have a talented person shouldering the burden for me."

As Song Yunfeng's reputation grows, perhaps there will be no chance to mention this joke again.

Song Yunfeng lowered his head, his cheeks slightly flushed, and said softly: "That was just a joke."

When the two arrived at the Tzu Chi Hall, they saw a crowd of people outside the door. The waiting line was winding and most of the patients were well-dressed, which showed that the medical skills and reputation of this place were equally important.

In a corner of the clinic, under the dim light, an elderly doctor sat in the center. His face was like the lines of a thousand-year-old tree, and every wrinkle held the secret of time.

His silvery white eyebrows and beard complement each other like the rising frost and snow on a winter day, revealing the depth and wisdom of time.

His eyelids drooped, and he occasionally looked up. His dark eyes were like an abyss, deep and unfathomable, making people dare not touch them easily.

The corners of his mouth were tightly pursed, like lines carved with a knife, deep and hard, and the nasolabial lines on his face outlined the trajectory of history.

The words flowed out of his mouth slowly, each word was as cold as ice, so cold that the patient trembled involuntarily. He could only nod slightly, squeezing out a weak "thank you" from his throat with a hint of imperceptible awe.

Inside the clinic, four or five medicine boys were shuttling back and forth between the medicine racks like industrious little bees. They grabbed various herbs lightly or heavily, and every touch seemed to tell the story behind the herbs.

The shopkeeper behind the counter had a calm expression and his fingers were nimbly fiddling with the abacus. Every transaction was under his control. Money flowed silently in front of his eyes, but there was not the slightest emotional fluctuation.

Shen Yan watched silently and noticed that those ordinary-looking herbs were priced at two hundred coins, which made her frown slightly.

Even more striking is the casual attitude of the medicine boys when dispensing the medicine: some of them weigh the medicine meticulously, while others seem to be putting on a casual show, grabbing the medicine in a sloppy manner, which makes people question the rigor of the prescription.

This scene was just as Song Yunfeng had described before. This large pharmacy with a solemn appearance actually treated every customer who stepped through the threshold with an almost arrogant attitude. The glittering golden plaque "Xuanhu Jishi" above its head looked particularly dazzling at this moment, as if it was the most direct irony of this indifference and ruthlessness.

Suddenly, a sharp shout broke the tranquility of the clinic. A thin-faced waiter with a sharp light flashing in his eyes habitually gave orders to the crowd, but his young face was already branded with traces of snobbery.

He looked up and down at Shen Yan and Song Yunfeng's clothes, and waved his arms impatiently, trying to drive the two away with his momentum. The gesture seemed to announce that no irrelevant stay would be allowed in this small space.

Shen Yan just smiled gently in response, without any emotion in her voice: "Brother, we don't intend to see a doctor, we just want to ask if your store buys medicinal materials."

However, the long-faced guy's attitude did not soften. Instead, he became even more arrogant, his words were full of disdain, and he even stretched his arms forward unconsciously, intending to drive the two away with body language.

At this moment, Song Yunfeng quickly and gracefully grabbed the wrist that was about to touch Shen Yan, twisted it gently, and a warning flashed in his eyes: "We will leave on our own. I hope you understand that power is not used to oppress people."

The long-faced guy was suddenly speechless. The numbness on his wrist made him furious. Just as he was about to explode, he was met with Song Yunfeng's eyes that were as cold as winter snow. That gaze penetrated the summer heat, bringing an inexplicable chill that instantly froze his anger.

At this time, a younger guy noticed this scene and hurried forward. Unlike the previous one, his attitude was humble and polite, and his words were full of apology, which made people involuntarily let down their guard.

"I'm so sorry, if you're not here to buy medicine, could you please move on? The rules here may result in you being punished."

There was so much sincerity in his tone that it was hard to get angry.

Shen Yan's eyes lightly swept across the old doctor's face full of dissatisfaction, and saw that he was looking at this side with dissatisfaction, but she just smiled faintly to show her understanding: "We understand, it's not easy for you either, we'll take our leave now."

As she turned to leave, she deliberately cast a meaningful look at the unhappy long-faced waiter, raised the corners of her lips, and said jokingly: "I heard from my husband that you act like a barking dog, relying entirely on the power of your master. It's really boring. Bah, bah, bah~"