"No." Mo Siyu simply buried his head into the quilt: "Brother Yan, just do your own thing, don't worry about me."
Seeing her like this, Chu Chuyan had no choice but to leave the guest room as he said.
Hearing the sound of the guest room door being closed, Mo Siyu poked his head out from under the quilt, staring at the door in a daze...
Oh my god, Brother Yan's sweetheart is actually himself!
Where did I go wrong?
She and Chu Chuyan clearly only met a few times.
The first time she was in the clear water pool at the back of Tianen Temple, she almost killed him, thinking he was a disciple, but when she healed his body later, she felt that this man had a good character...
Counting it all together, it seems that she and Chu Chuyan have only met three times.
Three times, can a person be obsessed with himself?
Mo Siyu was puzzled, could it be that she underestimated her own charm?
What can I do?
Mo Siyu originally planned to simply reveal her true identity to Chu Chuyan when she left Yuecheng, but it seems that it will not work.
I just don't know how deep brother Yan's feelings for me are...
For several days in a row, Mo Siyu dared not face Chu Chuyan. During the day, he was busy diagnosing pulses and treating diseases for the common people, but he could still pass the time. At night, he couldn't sleep, tossing and turning.
As usual, Mo Siyu sat at the door of the inn and consulted the common people one by one.
A stack of bank notes was slapped on the table in front of him, and a coquettish voice filled his ears: "See a doctor!"
Mo Siyu raised his eyes, looked at the person coming, and raised his chin calmly: "Line up!"
"Do you know who I am?" Lie Wenshan was angry.
"I know." Mo Siyu picked up a pen and began to write the prescription: "Lie Wenshan, the daughter of the Lie family."
"Since you know my identity, you still dare to ask me to line up?" Miss Lie Wenshanjiao's temper suddenly surged.
Mo Siyu handed the written prescription to the patient: "In my place, no one is deceived, everyone who comes here is a patient, and no money will be taken.
Since I don't want money or benefits, why can't I let you line up? "
Lie Wenshan did not expect that Mo Siyu would dare to reject her. She pushed the stack of bank notes in front of Mo Siyu: "Don't you love money? See me, the money is yours. "
"A gentleman loves money and gets it in a proper way." Mo Siyu pushed away the stack of bank notes: "A few days ago, I went to the priest's mansion to see the people in the mansion. I have a lot of money.
My son is not short of money at this time, please let Ms. Lie keep the money herself. "
Seeing that Mo Siyu refused to see a doctor for her, Lie Wenshan became angry, and said to those people who were still queuing up: "I see who dares to see a doctor in front of me today?"
The people looked at each other in blank dismay, not daring to step forward timidly.
Mo Siyu's mood has been fluctuating recently. Hearing this, he was so angry that he kicked over the table in front of him. The banknotes on the table were immediately swept away by the wind and scattered in all directions...
The wages of avarice is death.
The people are afraid of the power of the Lie family, but for these people who can't even look down on illness, just grabbing a bank note is enough for them to spend several years. , immediately dissipated in the crowd...
"You..." Lie Wenshan gritted his teeth and stomped his feet angrily: "You accompany me with the bank note."
Mo Siyu stood up from the chair: "These bank notes are placed on my desk, and my pen, ink, paper and inkstone are dirty..."
Mo Siyu didn't have a good impression of Lie Wenshan, but thinking of what happened at the alley last time, he felt even more disgusted with this woman.