This scholar is a bit cruel

Chapter 2 Senior Sister
The midday sun is somewhat dazzling.

After leaving Qingshui Pavilion, Luo Zijun went straight back to the pharmacy and did not take the matter to heart.

The name of the pharmacy is "Bao'antang" and it is run by a grandfather and grandson.

Including him, there are only three people in the store. In addition to consulting and treating patients, they also sell various medicinal herbs.

Usually, the senior sister is responsible for looking after the store, while he and the master are responsible for running around.

Of course, he was only responsible for carrying the medicine box and writing prescriptions.

There were no customers in the store at this time.

Master Su Dafang seemed to have gone out for something, and only Senior Sister Su Qingling was left in the store.

Su Qingling was wearing a plain white dress that matched the style of the pharmacy. She was fiddling with an abacus behind the counter with her head down.

This girl was tall and beautiful, with an elegant temperament and a particularly majestic chest, so she often attracted some men to come to the store to buy medicine, and she would always cheat those men severely.

In order to save face, many people had to put on a smile and pay, but they were only treated with a cold face by her. After a few times, they dared not come again.

And she seemed to have very few mood swings.

Luo Zijun saw that this girl often had a cold face, as if to keep strangers away, so he seldom took the initiative to talk to her.

Seeing that she was busy with her head down, he did not dare to disturb her. After putting down the medicine box, he went to the bookshelf in the right corner, picked up a pharmacopoeia and started to read it.

Unexpectedly, just as he turned a few pages, he suddenly smelled a sweet medicinal fragrance behind him.

Luo Zijun turned around and saw a cold and beautiful face.

Just as he was about to speak, a fair jade hand suddenly reached out and pinched his butt.

"hiss……"

Luo Zijun immediately took a breath of cold air and asked hurriedly: "Senior Sister, what's wrong?"

This girl actually pinched my butt???
Su Qingling looked at him with cold eyes: "I heard from grandpa that you just went on a blind date?"

Luo Zijun nodded: "Yeah, what's wrong?"

Su Qingling suddenly increased the force of her fingers, causing Luo Zijun to hiss again in pain and beg for mercy.

"Senior Sister, how did I offend you?"

Luo Zijun felt puzzled.

What does it have to do with her if she goes on a blind date by herself?

Could it be that this girl likes me?
Obviously, this is unlikely as the two have only known each other for a few days.

Su Qingling said coldly: "Just because you went on a blind date and didn't come back to help me, I made a mistake in my calculations just now and gave someone an extra copper coin. I will strangle you to death!"

As she said this, she pinched hard again.

"what……"

Luo Zijun finally remembered.

This girl is so bad at arithmetic that she has to count with her fingers to add seven and eight. It's incredible that the master would let her do the accounting and manage the money.

But what does this have to do with him?
"Senior Sister, how about I do the accounting and manage the money from now on?"

Su Qingling heard his words and snorted coldly: "You wish!"

As he said this, he pinched him hard again.

Luo Zijun was in so much pain that he felt that this girl must be treated.

If she can pinch me, why can't I pinch her?
So he immediately reached out and pinched her butt hard.

"what!"

The two of them shouted together.

Su Qingling's eyes widened immediately: "Luo Zijun, you...you...how dare you pinch my butt?"

"Senior sister, you...you...you actually dare to pinch my butt?"

Luo Zijun will not spoil her.

What a bullshit about men and women not being able to touch each other!
Women are allowed to take action, but men are not?
Su Qingling looked at him in disbelief, as if she suddenly didn't recognize him, and then she twisted her fingers violently: "I'll strangle you to death!"

Luo Zijun was not willing to be outdone, and he spun his fingers vigorously: "I'll strangle you to death too!"

"what……"

The two shouted in unison again.

"let go!"

"You first!"

"what……"

The two of them finally let go of each other's hands due to screaming in pain.

"Luo Zijun! You are dead! I'm telling you, you are dead!"

Su Qingling rubbed her buttocks while backing away from the counter. Then she suddenly picked up a feather duster and rushed towards him.

Luo Zijun was prepared and immediately picked up the broom in the corner.

The war is about to start.

At this moment, footsteps suddenly sounded at the door.

Then, an old woman in coarse clothes walked in from the door. Judging from her face and the way she walked, she seemed to be ill.

Seeing this, the two men quickly put down their weapons.

Su Qingling glared at him hatefully and went back behind the counter. She continued to pretend to fiddle with the abacus on the table with one hand, while she secretly rubbed her aching buttocks with the other hand, hissing through her teeth in pain.

The old woman walked into the store and saw the beautiful girl behind the counter with a cold expression on her face. She immediately shrank back and dared not speak.

Luo Zijun quickly walked over, rubbing his butt.

When the master was not around, he would occasionally help the patients diagnose their illnesses. If the illness was not too serious, he would just prescribe some medicine. If he could not diagnose the disease, he would just have to wait for the master to come back.

"Auntie, are you here to see a doctor or get medicine?"

Luo Zijun came up to her and asked.

The old woman glanced at him, then glanced at his hand rubbing his buttocks behind him. She seemed a little guilty and embarrassed, and lowered her head and said, "See...see a doctor..."

Luo Zijun glanced at her face and said, "Tell me about your symptoms first."

If it was a young woman or girl, he would lead her to the inner room and ask in a low voice to prevent her from being embarrassed to speak. Naturally, there was no need to go through so much trouble for an old woman of this age.

Besides, there was no one here except him and his senior sister. The old woman showed a painful expression on her face, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "I haven't been to the toilet for five consecutive days. My stomach is hard and I feel uncomfortable, but I can't go out. I can't eat well, and I can't sleep well..."

She listed a few more symptoms and then suddenly burst into tears.

"I'm afraid I have an incurable disease. I have a mentally retarded son at home. What will he do if I die?"

After listening to her description of the symptoms, Luo Zijun had a rough idea in his mind. He reached out and felt her pulse again, and comforted her: "Don't worry, Auntie, this is a minor illness, not an incurable disease. It should be liver qi stagnation, qi stagnation, and imbalance of ascending and descending, which leads to indigestion and constipation. Let me get you some medicine, go back and boil it and drink it. You will definitely get better within two days."

As he spoke, he went behind the counter himself to get the medicine.

When he walked behind Su Qingling, a foot wearing white embroidered shoes suddenly stepped hard on his foot.

"Collect the money first."

Su Qingling lowered her head and fiddled with the abacus with a cold expression. It seemed that she was not the one speaking. Her other hand was still secretly rubbing her butt that was hurt by his pinch.

Luo Zijun had no choice but to turn around and look at the old woman outside the counter and said, "Madam, the consultation and medicine fee is twenty cents in total."

Upon hearing this, the old woman looked away and lowered her head. She nervously grabbed her clothes with both hands, then let go, and then grabbed them again. She repeated this process repeatedly, with nowhere to put them. Her face was full of embarrassment and shame, and she said in a trembling voice, "I... I don't have any money at the moment..."

Luo Zijun glanced at her rough hands full of cracks and her patched coarse cloth clothes, and thought about what she had just said about having a mentally retarded son at home. He paused, said nothing more, and turned to get the medicine.

Su Qingling still kept her head down, and her slender white fingers continued to fiddle with the abacus. The sound was obviously louder than before, and her face was colder.

Luo Zijun took the medicine, wrapped it up, and handed it over the counter. He said to the old woman, "Go back and get treatment first. Come back when you have money."

He often went out with his master to treat patients. When he met poor people, his master would occasionally waive the consultation fee, but would quietly warn him: "Don't tell your sister when you go back."

When the old woman heard this, her eyes suddenly turned red, and she said tremblingly: "This... this..."

Seeing that she was too embarrassed to take it, Luo Zijun had to walk out of the counter, stuffed the medicine into her hand, and said, "It's okay, go ahead."

The old woman looked at the medicine in her hand, listened to his gentle voice, and knelt down with a plop, crying, "Young Master, you... are really a living Bodhisattva. I... I..."

Luo Zijun quickly helped her up, comforted her with a few words, and sent her out.

The old woman left wiping her tears.

When Luo Zijun returned to the store, he was greeted by a pair of cold eyes.

Without waiting for the other party to speak, he spoke first: "Just deduct it from my salary at the end of the month."

He worked as a disciple here and received fifty cents a month.

After all, he had to do most of the work in the store, and he often carried a medicine box and went out with his master in the wind and sun.

Su Qingling sneered and said, "You are so kind, but do you know that this street is the worst for our store? And you're giving it away for free. Isn't the allowance I give you earned from selling medicine?"

Luo Zijun said nothing more and walked silently to the corner to wash his hands.

Su Qingling looked at his back and said, "Why are you silent? Do you know you are wrong?"

Luo Zijun was silent for a moment, then said, "I understand."

He was indeed wrong, after all, this was not his pharmacy.

In fact, he felt that when opening a pharmacy, one should not only seek to make money, but also to be able to sustain it. It would be a good thing if fewer and fewer people came to the pharmacy to buy medicine and fewer and fewer people came to see the doctor. But he also knew that this idea was not very realistic and very selfish. Even for his pharmacy, it was probably impossible unless he was not afraid of bankruptcy.

When he saw the old woman just now, he couldn't help but feel sad and thought of himself in the past.

Back then, I was in that world, suffering from a terminal illness, with no money to treat it, and ended up losing everything and my family was destroyed...

Looking at the ripples in the wash basin and thinking about his past experiences, he vaguely remembered the two sentences he had seen before, and couldn't help muttering: "I wish that there were no diseases in the world, so why not let the medicine on the shelf gather dust..."

Su Qingling was slightly startled. Just as she was about to speak, a voice suddenly rang out from the doorway: "What a good poem! What a good poem! This young doctor is kind-hearted, has high aspirations and is upright. At such a young age, he has such great virtues. I admire him! I admire him!"

An elegant young man in a Confucian robe, holding a folding fan, walked into the pharmacy, looked at Luo Zijun with admiration, and said with a cupped hand: "Just based on the two words just said by the young doctor, your name will be passed down through the ages!"

Then he introduced himself quickly: "My name is Su Bie, a poor scholar. I have a few copper coins at home and a little ink in my belly. I am proud of myself and never give in to others. Today, after hearing what the young doctor said, I realized that there are such selfless and noble people in this world. I am ashamed, ashamed!"

"Scholar?"

Luo Zijun didn't want to pay attention to him at first, but when he heard that he was a scholar, he was suddenly moved and quickly bowed in return.

There is a high probability that scholars from the same place know each other.

After a few pleasantries, he asked directly: "Brother Su, do you know Brother Xu Xian?"

really!

Su Bie was startled when he heard this, then he clapped his hands and laughed, "Of course I know him. Not only do I know him, but we are also good friends! What a coincidence, does the young doctor also know Brother Xu?"

Luo Zijun was delighted and said quickly, "I don't know Mr. Xu. I just heard people say that Mr. Xu is a talented writer, so I remembered him."

Su Bie laughed and said with a strange expression: "Little Doctor, I just heard about it. If you meet Brother Xu in person, you will know his true literary talent!"

Luo Zijun quickly invited him to sit next to her.

Su Bie originally came to get medicine, but when he heard what the young doctor said, he was immediately filled with admiration and was willing to talk to him.

The two chatted about Xu Xian for a while, and then talked about other things for a while.

After Luo Zijun deliberately talked about a few lines of poetry, Su Bie couldn't help but slam his head and said in surprise and joy: "I didn't expect that Brother Luo is not only a doctor, but also has such a great skill in appreciating poetry! If given time, he will definitely catch up with me!"

This guy is such a braggart...

Luo Zijun said secretly in his heart.

However, in order to get to know Xu Xian, he naturally cooperated very well.

As a result, the two soon became good friends who could talk about anything.

Until the sun sets.

Su Biefang took the medicine and left reluctantly.

When leaving, he was reluctant to say: "It is a great pleasure to meet Brother Luo today. If you have free time in the future, we brothers will get together again."

Luo Zijun sent him to the door and watched him leave gracefully. He thought to himself: The mission has finally moved forward a step.

When he returned to the store, Su Qingling suddenly asked, "Do you know poetry?"

Luo Zijun said: "I have read some in books, and I just made it up."

"Who is Xu Xian?"

"A scholar."

"Do you also want to take the exam to become a scholar?"

"Ah."

"Just you? Humph."

Su Qingling curled her lips, looking unconvinced.

(End of this chapter)