A Daoist's mouth could catch ghosts—and kill people.
Shopkeeper Tang said he never wanted to experience that again for the rest of his life.
In the end, not only did he settle Miao He's five days of wages, he also paid her a sum for wrongful dismissal.
Holding the money, Miao He felt it was a little too hot to handle. She whispered, "Junior Martial Uncle, isn't this too much?"
"Just five taels of silver in compensation. It's not even as much as one month of your consultation fees. What's too much about it?" Pan Yun said. "You did nothing wrong, yet he fired you simply because he couldn't outargue you. Do you know that after being fired, you still have to spend time looking for work? During that time, don't lodging, meals, and transportation cost money?"
"Besides, after this incident, your reputation has been affected too. Finding work won't be as easy as before. With all those damages added together, I don't think fifty taels would be enough. Asking for only five taels is letting him off cheap!"
Miao He's eyes were full of confusion. "But... I wasn't planning to look for another job."
"Whether you want to is one thing; whether you have actually suffered losses is another," Pan Yun said. "We can't refuse compensation just because we're capable and can leave Quanzhou City to find work elsewhere. What belongs to us, we must take."
Miao He touched her nose and softly reminded Pan Yun, "Junior Martial Uncle, we went to Renxin Hall with ulterior motives too. Did you forget? I peeked at their prescriptions..."
Pan Yun shot her a glare. "What do you mean, peeked? As the resident doctor, could you inspect the prescriptions recorded by the pharmacy whenever you wanted?"
Miao He nodded.
Pan Yun asked,