The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

Li Muchen believed that holding a family meeting or something was just an excuse, and it was true that they were unwilling to give.

As for the old family leader going to the capital to treat people with thousand-year-old Polygonatum japonica, that is even less reliable.

How big is Millennium Polygonatum?

Generally, the century-old Polygonatum japonica weighs only a few dozen kilograms at its smallest, and the thousand-year-old polygonatum may weigh several hundred kilograms.

When you go to the capital to treat people, one or two kilograms is enough if you are exhausted.

Li Muchen also didn't want much, just a small piece.

He didn't plan to get it so smoothly. After all, it was a family heirloom. Five-hundred-year-old Huang Jing was indeed rare in the world.

However, he became interested in another thing.

"Is your old master's name Hu Yuntian?"

"Yes." Hu Xiuyi was a little strange. He didn't know why Li Muchen asked this. "He is my uncle. Do you know him?"

"Let's consider them acquaintances." Li Muchen said.

Hu Xiuyi looked Li Muchen up and down, snorted and said, "If Master Kun hadn't introduced you, I would have driven you away as a liar. My uncle died twenty years ago, and you are only two years old." You must be in your early teens, how do you know my uncle?"

Li Muchen didn't answer.

He found something strange.

Hu Xiuyi said that Hu Yuntian died twenty years ago instead of missing, which shows that he is very sure that Hu Yuntian is dead.

Otherwise, given Hu Yuntian's status in the Hu family, if he just disappeared, even after twenty years, Hu Xiuyi, as a junior, should not say death.

According to Bai Jingjing, Hu Yuntian did die twenty years ago.

However, Hu Yuntian had lived in seclusion in Hecheng for a long time, and his body had been sunk at the bottom of the well for so many years without anyone discovering it. This shows that the Hu family did not know that he died in Wutongju.

So, how is Hu Xiuyi sure that Hu Yuntian is dead?

The first thing Li Muchen thought of was family fighting.

But it feels impossible.

If Hu Yuntian was killed by an insider of the Hu family, it would be impossible to let his body sink at the bottom of the well, let alone let Wutongju fall into the hands of outsiders.

But if he didn't die due to internal fighting, the Hu family knew about Hu Yuntian, so why didn't they investigate him for so many years?

Bai Jingjing said that he had never met Hu Yuntian's family, and even Bai Jingjing did not know the Hu family in Qiantang at all. It can be seen that Hu Yuntian had never interacted with the Hu family before, and had never talked about the Hu family with Bai Jingjing.

There is something abnormal about it all.

Of course, it may be that Li Muchen is overthinking.

Hu Xiuyi sneered and said: "Young man, don't cling to relationships carelessly. When getting along with others, you must be honest and trustworthy."

Li Muchen did not refute.

He doesn't care who the other party thinks he is.

"Mr. Hu, I know Huang Jing is your family heirloom, so I just said that we can negotiate no matter what the conditions are."

Hu Xiu was a little impatient at first, and waved his hand: "There's no need to talk. I said, no matter how rich you are, we won't sell this thing."

"Then what if I exchange it for something?" Li Muchen said.

"Exchange? What can you exchange for it?"

"That means you can change it, right?"

Hu Xiuyi was slightly startled and his face turned a little red.

I just blurted it out without thinking, but saying this is equivalent to denying what I said about holding a family meeting.

"Just tell me what you can exchange for it, a thousand-year-old ginseng? Or a ten-thousand-year-old black turtle shell?"

"Medical skills."

"Medical skills? You came to our Tongqing Hall and said that you want to use medical skills in exchange for the treasure of our store?"

Hu Xiuyi laughed.

"Do you know how many nationally renowned doctors are practicing in Tongqingtang? Not to mention them, let's talk about my dad, Hu Shiyue, a traditional Chinese medicine doctor in Qiantang. Although he is older, he is still visiting the clinic. Looking at the entire Nanjiang, he said Who dares to say that medical skills are second?"

Hu Xiu stood up and made a gesture of seeing off guests.

"Young man, for Master Kun's sake, I won't drive you away. You can go on your own."

Li Muchen stood up and walked out of Hu Xiuyi's office without saying anything else.

He left the Chinese Medicine Center and entered the nearby Chinese Medical Center.

The Chinese Medical Center was crowded, and there was always a queue at the registration area.

Li Muchen looked at today's number plate and did not see Hu Shiyue's name.

He asked the security guard at the door: "Can Mr. Hu make an appointment with Dr. Hu for a consultation today?"

The security guard glanced at him and said, "Dr. Hu visits half a day a week. There are ten appointments in total. You have to call him at least one month in advance. Young man, other doctors are also good. I don't think you have any serious health problems." , you don’t need to see Dr. Hu for general illnesses.”

Li Muchen smiled helplessly and said "thank you".

Just as he was about to leave, a small middle-aged man came over and asked in a low voice: "Do you want to call Dr. Hu?"

Li Muchen immediately understood that this was a scalper selling accounts.

"Do you have a number for today?" he asked.

The account dealer looked at him as if he were a fool: "Today's account? What are you thinking about? Dr. Hu's account has been waiting in line for a month and you still want it today. I have the account for next week. Qianwu, do you want it?"

"One thousand five?"

Li Muchen didn't know that Master Hu's account was so expensive.

The security guard next to them must have heard them, but he didn't care and deliberately took a few steps away.

It seems that a lot of benefits have been received.

"One thousand and fifty is too expensive? Then don't even think about Dr. Hu. I have a few famous doctors here today, all of which are three hundred. Do you want them?" said the dealer.

Li Muchen shook his head and said: "I want Dr. Hu's, and it's not too expensive. If you have today's number, let alone one thousand and five, I will pay for five thousand."

"Tsk, you're a liar! You won't even accept a thousand and five dollars, and you still want Dr. Hu's number."

The dealer grunted dissatisfiedly and walked away.

The security guard also had a somewhat contemptuous smile on his face. He walked over and said half-heartedly and half-sarcastically: "Young man, listen to my advice and call a different doctor. You can still see a doctor. Three hundred and one numbers are not expensive." "

Li Muchen smiled and said nothing.

He didn't leave because he saw someone walking in the door.

And that person also saw him at this time.

The security guard also saw the man.

The security guard bowed his head and shouted respectfully: "Professor Sun, you are here!"

The man just nodded numbly, but his eyes fell on Li Muchen.

After being stunned for a while, he shouted in surprise: "Master, why are you here?"

The visitor was Sun Lanqing, a professor from Nanjiang University who had been invited by the Lin family to Hecheng Hospital to treat Mr. Lin.

The security guard thought he had heard wrongly. How could an old professor in his fifties call a young man in his twenties "Master"?

But he immediately figured out that this young man must be driving a taxi.

Li Muchen smiled and said, "I came to Qiantang to do some business. I had heard that Master Hu asked Mr. Hu to be a good doctor. I wanted to come and pay a visit. I didn't expect that it would be so difficult to get his number."

Sun Lanqing laughed loudly and said: "Mr. Hu is a master of Chinese medicine. If you apply casually, the threshold will be broken. But you are different. You are my master. I talked about you with Mr. Hu a few days ago. He I still want to see you. Come on, I'll take you up."

The security guard stood there gaping.

This time he heard clearly that Sun Lanqing must have called "Master", not "Master".