The First-Class Medical Princess

There is no need to say more about the doctor's interrogation. I already know that everything Su Yunchu said and did before is correct, and everyone is a little surprised.

Su Yunchu smiled lightly, "In the early days, I read some medical books and understood a little bit."

Su Yunchu was a little speechless. She probably knew more about five thousand years of Chinese medical skills than these people.

The doctor also praised her a little more.

In this way, the truth about the unclean food incident came to light, and the man came to his senses not long after, and thanked Su Yunchu.

Of course, the shopkeeper is also a person who knows how to do business, but for that meal, Su Yunchu's table and the man's table are all free, and I am very grateful to Su Yunchu, "Thank you very much Su San today." Miss, if it weren't for Miss Su San, I'm afraid the reputation of Yun Keju would be damaged."

Su Yunchu said with a smile, "You don't have to be polite, the shopkeeper, it's just a matter of little effort."

Speaking, the shopkeeper added a few more signature dishes to Su Yunchu's table, and said that in the future, when Su Yunchu came to Yunkeju for dinner, he would only charge half the price for all the meals. After Su Yunchu declined many times, the shopkeeper still did not change. The original intention, but it can only be promised.

Zhao Zhiyun was also rude, "Bingling, if you come out in the future, you must bring Yunchu with you, half of the meals will be free."

Feng Bingling is not as detached as Zhao Zhiyun, but she is a more demure person than Su Yunchu, but although she has a little more admiration with Su Yunchu, a friend she just met, "Yunchu's medical skills are really good. Last time, it was also thanks to him." For Yunchu's help, even though he invited a doctor later, it was all thanks to Yunchu's prescription."

Su Yunchu was a little embarrassed. Even if she admitted that she was good at medicine, she didn't need to be humble, but at this time Feng Bingling said it so sincerely and earnestly, she felt a little guilty. She really just lived one more life, more than others. Just understand something.

But what the three of them didn't know was that in the private room on the third floor, someone had seen all of this.

After the few people finished eating, they only rested in Yunkeju for a while, and then continued to go shopping. In Zhao Zhiyun's words, it was a rare meeting for the three of them, and they had to have a good time shopping before going back.

However, when I left Yunkeju and turned to another street, something happened again. On a summer afternoon, there is still a stuffy hot feeling in the street market. Su Yunchu and the others were walking on a street market selling women's clothes, but they saw a crowd of people in front of them, and went straight to the street that could barely accommodate them. The street where the two carriages passed was surrounded by water.

Seeing this, Zhao Zhiyun was also a little discouraged, "Yunchu, is it not appropriate to go out today? You see, we are only going out for shopping, and we have encountered problems before, and we have encountered problems now. Today, everything is just a problem?"

Su Yunchu looked at Zhao Zhiyun's utterly discouraged look, and thought it was a little funny, "It's not good for you to go out, and it's because you made a fuss to go out for a stroll."

While talking, a voice came from the front, and Zhao Zhiyun hurriedly grabbed a middle-aged woman beside her, "Ma'am, what happened in front?"

The aunt was anxious, "Oh, she is the widow of Zhang Blacksmith's family in the capital. Now, she is giving birth in the street. I have to call the doctor quickly, otherwise, this will be a dead body and two lives."

After saying that, the aunt also left in a hurry.

Hearing this, Su Yunchu felt a little weird in his heart, but he still walked forward, and as before, pushed aside the crowd, and saw a young woman sitting in the middle of the road, she must be in severe labor pains, so she directly spread an unknown Whose robe was it? He lay there, enduring labor pains, but the hair on his forehead was already drenched with sweat.