I insist

Chapter 477: Looking for Trouble 2

Since Leng Qiulian had already agreed, Gao Min'er naturally had to agree as well. That day, Gao Min'er arranged for an old man to go see a doctor.

The old man staggered into the clinic and shouted inside, "Help! Doctor, save me!"

Upon hearing the sound, Song Miqiu quickly came over. She squatted down, frowned, and asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

The old man, his face contorted in pain, closed his eyes and said, "My stomach, my stomach hurts, it hurts so much! Doctor, please save me, I don't want to die!"

"Okay, okay, don't worry, I will do my best to save you. Someone, carry this person inside," Song Miqiu said to the apprentice doctor inside the clinic.

A young apprentice ran out of the clinic and, seeing an old man lying outside, quickly called for another person. The group of people hurriedly carried the old man inside.

At this moment, Gao Min'er was watching from not far away. When she saw the person being carried inside, she breathed a sigh of relief and then calmly instructed the maid, "Since poison was added to the medicine."

"Yes."

Gao Min'er kept staring at the clinic. Although she didn't understand why men would like a woman who could be their mother, she also didn't quite agree with Leng Qiulian's actions.

She's just a man, what kind of man can't she have? Why would she target a man who already has someone he likes?

Moreover, based on her observation, she felt that Song Miqiu was quite responsible. However, she could only help Leng Qiulian deal with her, since she had offended someone she shouldn't have.

Thinking of this, Gao Min'er shook her head and left with her maid. As for what would happen next, she already knew.

Song Miqiu took the old man's pulse at the clinic and then pressed on the old man's stomach.

"Does it hurt here? Does it hurt here?" Song Miqiu asked cautiously.

The old man nodded repeatedly: "It hurts, it hurts terribly, doctor, am I going to die? Am I really going to die?"

Song Miqiu gently comforted her, "Don't be afraid, it's nothing serious. Tell me, do you have any other symptoms? Have you vomited?"

"I've vomited so many times, I finally couldn't take it anymore, so I came here. Doctor, is my illness curable?" the old man said worriedly.

"Don't worry, it's treatable. You just ate something that wasn't good, which caused your stomach pain and vomiting. I'll brew some medicine for you in a bit."

"Eat some, and you'll feel better. Then take some medicine home with you."

Song Miqiu walked to the side. Actually, in the ancient Chinese medicine theory, there was no such thing as a stomach. It was a disease called duodenal ulcer and various types of gastritis.

However, treating this disease is quite easy, after all, traditional Chinese medicine is profound and extensive.

As he spoke, Song Miqiu wrote out a prescription and immediately sent someone to brew the medicine, but it would take some time.

"Doctor, I'm in so much pain. Am I really beyond help? Doctor, could you please let me leave without pain? I'm in so much pain."

The old man lay on the bed, his face contorted in pain, and even cold sweat was pouring down his face.

Song Miqiu continued to comfort her softly, "It's alright, it's just a minor illness. It's just that the pain can be agonizing. Just hang in there a little longer, the medicine will be here soon."

After hearing Song Miqiu's words, the old man began to endure the pain, but he still complained of it.

But Song Miqiu had no choice but to stand aside and watch, occasionally offering a few words of comfort.

Soon, the young apprentice brought the medicine. Song Miqiu quickly took it and said softly, "Your medicine is ready. Please drink it quickly, and you will feel better soon."

When the old man saw the medicine placed in front of him, he quickly drank it down. Suddenly, he felt his body warm up and his stomach pain subsided.

Seeing his expression, Song Miqiu smiled and asked, "Are you feeling much better now?"

"It's much better, doctor, thank you so much. Otherwise, I don't know when I would have gotten better," the old man said, feigning gratitude.

Song Miqiu shook her head: "It's nothing, but you should still pay attention to it in the future. Try to drink more warm water and eat soft and sticky foods. That will be better for your health."

"I understand, thank you, doctor."

Song Miqiu nodded slightly: "I've already had several packets of medicine packed up. Of course, if you're planning to buy them, then go ahead. If you don't think you need them, then forget it."

The old man was very surprised to hear this; he had thought that Song Miqiu would try to force him to buy something.

After a while, he came to his senses and said, "Of course I have to buy it, your medicine is so effective."

He then left the room, went to the front to pay for the medicine, and then left with the medicine.

Song Miqiu kept staring at the old man's back before turning his gaze back to the pharmacy, completely unaware of what would happen next.

The next day, just as Song Miqiu arrived at the pharmacy and was about to do something, he heard a strong, resonant male voice outside shouting, "I beg you, fellow citizens, to seek justice for my father!"

This pharmacy is harmful, it misleads people! Their medicine killed my father!

Upon hearing this, Song Miqiu came out and the first thing she saw was a coffin, inside which lay the old man who had come to see her for stomach problems the day before.

She never expected to see him again in this situation, but she was certain that the medicine she sold couldn't kill him at all.

When the old man's son saw Song Miqiu come out, he went straight up to her and shouted, "It was you! You're the one who killed my father!"

"You sold him fake medicine, otherwise my father wouldn't have died. I demand an explanation today."

Song Miqiu glanced at him indifferently: "The medicine I prescribed could not possibly be fatal. Even if you report it to the authorities, I will still say the same thing."

As for your father's death, who knows if he went somewhere else to buy medicine after leaving me, which is why he died?"

Although Song Miqiu's words sound cold-blooded, they do make sense when you think about it.

"Things have come to this point, and you still say things like this? You're so cold-blooded! How can someone like you be a doctor?"

You're not a doctor at all! I'm going to make sure you live a long life, pay compensation, and report you to the authorities.

The old man's son shouted loudly, as if that would make people believe him more.

Sure enough, many people who were unaware of the truth began to criticize Song Miqiu.

"Yeah, how can she be so cold-blooded? The person is dead, and look at what she just said."

"Exactly. I thought she was a nice person before, but I never expected her to be like this. We must never come here to buy medicine or see a doctor again, or we might die."

"While that's true, I think what they said makes sense. After all, there are many people who, because she's a woman, don't believe her."

"Go to other clinics and buy some other medicines; what she said makes sense."

"I think so too. They were just stating the facts."