Farmhouse Green Plum

Chapter 300 Persuasion

"Thank you, sisters." Having said that, Song Ying was about to leave with them.

Lin Wenxuan had been worried for so long and didn't want to think about it all night, so he quickly called her: "Junior sister, let's discuss some details for tomorrow."

The village chief and his family looked at them curiously.

"Tomorrow our sect will prepare a reunion dinner." Doctor Ma first explained to the village chief's family, and then glared at Lin Wenxuan, "Hurry back tomorrow, there will be plenty of time to discuss on the way."

Song Ying tilted her head, gave him a helpless look, and left with the three girls.

Lin Wenxuan didn't dare to fight for it anymore and watched her leave. He kept thinking about it all night, tossing and turning until midnight before falling asleep. When he woke up the next day, it was almost noon.

The sun shone through the window onto my face. It was no longer as cold as it was last night. Song Ying exclaimed outside, "Wow! Sister Xiaoyu, you are so skillful. You made this dragonfly so well!"

"It was Grandma Sun from the east of the village who taught me. She has really skillful hands. She can weave dragonflies, crickets, butterflies, mice, cats and dogs. They are so realistic!"

"Yes, yes, yes. Grandma Sun is very good at knitting. Unfortunately, she is very busy during the week and only has time to teach us knitting during the Chinese New Year..."

Lin Wenxuan quickly got up, put on his clothes and went out. He saw his junior sister and the three girls from the village chief's family sitting in the yard. The oldest girl was holding bamboo leaves in her hands and weaving them with flying fingers. His junior sister was holding a dragonfly woven out of bamboo leaves in her hands.

Hearing the door open, several girls looked over, but the two older girls quickly looked away. They had already reached marriageable age and had to be extra careful about matters between men and women.

"Awake?" Song Ying looked at him and asked knowingly, "Brother, why did you wake up so late today? Did you steal cattle last night?"

The three girls pursed their lips or covered their mouths, trying hard not to laugh.

Lin Wenxuan was a little embarrassed to be up so late at someone else's house. When they laughed at him, his face flushed. He pretended not to notice the three girls' laughter and quickly changed the subject: "Why are you the only one here? Where's the master?"

"An elderly man is not feeling well. Please ask Uncle Master to come over and see him."

Lin Wenxuan asked, "Why didn't you go with him?"

Since arriving at the clinic, Song Ying has been studying actively and diligently. As long as no one asks her for acupuncture, she almost always stays by her master's side, watching him take the patient's pulse and prescribe medicine.

No one asked her for acupuncture today, and she didn't even go to see the patients!

Song Ying smiled and said, "Of course I'm waiting for you."

Lin Wenxuan was slightly startled, and his heart seemed to be stroked by a feather, giving him a strange feeling.

Before he could figure it out, Song Ying had already stood up and said to the three girls, "My brother and I will go find my uncle, you guys go ahead and do your work."

Lin Wenxuan came back to his senses and hurried over.

"Let me take you there." said the girl named Xiaoyu.

Song Ying waved her hand: "No, no, I know the way."

Xiaoyu was a little confused, but didn't ask any more questions and just watched them leave.

Some distance away from the village chief's house, Song Ying looked around and stopped when he saw no one. He told everything about Madam Fang last night and finally said, "Brother, I've thought about it and we should just pretend we don't know about this. Han Zhijie deserves to die, and Madam Fang was forced into a corner."

"Can we trust Madam Fang's words?" Lin Wenxuan doubted. "Look at her. She beat herself and lied to others that it was Han Zhijie who beat her. Also, before in the clinic, she repeatedly tried to kill her husband. Could the wound on her arm also be caused by her own injury to gain your sympathy?"

"No, the wounds on her arms are all bruises, old and new, overlapping. They were not caused by a single beating. You can't say that she knew someone would ask her questions a long time ago, so she beat herself up every now and then to create those injuries, right?"

Lin Wenxue was still hesitant: "But, she killed someone! How could she hide such a big thing? Besides, her husband beat her, she can ask the government to make a decision for her."

"Brother, you are not a woman, you don't know how difficult it is for a woman to live in this world. Han Zhijie is a student, a scholar, and the government will most likely not make a decision for her.

Even if she is lucky and the government makes the decision for her, she will still be criticized by people afterwards, saying that family disgrace should not be made public, that she caused her husband to lose the lawsuit, that she is restless and does not care about her family, etc. She may be criticized for all kinds of things.

Song Ying closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down, "We are just doctors. The patient died before he arrived. This matter has nothing to do with us.

The cause of Han Zhijie's death is also very clear. He did not follow the doctor's advice to avoid certain foods and secretly drank alcohol, which led to a high fever. He wanted to secretly drink alcohol when he was in the clinic. Not only do we know about this, but the neighbors also know about it.

Everything is clear, understandable and reasonable.”

Looking at Song Ying's determined eyes, Lin Wenxuan sighed softly, "Okay, this matter has nothing to do with us, let's go and find the master."

Maybe it was because the old people chatted too late at Han's house last night, but many of them had a cold. By the time Doctor Ma had examined them one by one, it was already noon.

The villagers naturally couldn't let them go on the road on an empty stomach, so they had a meal at the Han family's funeral banquet, and then the man who picked them up yesterday sent them back in a ox cart.

When we arrived in the city, it was almost the evening hour.

"Uncle Master, are we still having the reunion dinner today?" Song Ying asked.

Doctor Ma pondered for a moment and ordered, "Wenxuan, go to Tianxiang Tower and ask if there are any vacant rooms tonight. Song Ying, go back to Shen Mansion first. Wenxuan will come to you after he has found out the details."

The time they booked at Tianxianglou was this afternoon. If Tianxianglou couldn't vacate a private room, they would have to book another time.

Although Tianxiang Tower and Shen Mansion are both on East Street, their locations are different. Song Ying and Lin Wenxuan agreed, one going to Tianxiang Tower and the other to Shen Mansion.

Song Ying ran back to Shen's house and found the gate of the small courtyard closed. She turned around and was about to go to the main courtyard. When she passed by the garden, she was stopped by a maid who was sweeping snow in the garden: "Sister Song Ying, Doctor Lin went to Tianxiang Tower and said he would wait for you there."

"Thank you sister."

After expressing his thanks, Song Ying hurried to Tianxiang Tower. Since his master was waiting there, the private room they had booked would naturally be kept!

Around the hour of You, the four disciples finally had a hot reunion dinner.

Doctor Lin sat at the head of the group, looking at Song Ying, and could not help but sigh: "Our sect finally has a successor, and the inheritance will not be broken."

Lin Wenxue had a puzzled look on his face. "Grandma, wasn't I here before? Our sect has had successors for a long time."

Doctor Lin was very direct: "You don't have much talent."

Lin Wenxue: “…”