The next day, Jin Shanyao to the government office to process the deed for the Second Estate, preparing to build a house.
Only Meng Anzhi was left to look after the Anzhi Hall. Fortunately, most of the customers came to buy ointment, and with Qing Yang's help, things weren't too chaotic.
Meng Anzhi had just seen off a group of customers when a middle-aged man walked in. His face was flushed, his eyes were vacant, and he staggered, almost falling over.
It was Qing Yang who helped him up so that he could barely stand.
" Doctor Meng... cough cough... I've had a sore throat and a stuffy nose lately, could you take a look?"
Meng Anzhi gestured for him to place his hand on the pulse pillow, and after carefully examining it, she smiled and said, "It's just a minor cold, some medicine will do the trick." With that, she lowered her head to write the prescription.
Seeing that Meng Anzhi had written the prescription but hesitated to hand it to him, the man coughed and asked, " Doctor Meng, this is just a minor illness. I don't need to wait for Miss Jin's follow-up appointment, do I?"
Meng Anzhi smiled and said, "Let's wait a bit, my aunt will be back soon."
The man kept looking out of the shop.
After a long while, Jin Shanyao returned, looking anxious. " Doctor Meng, it's not that I'm breaking the rules... cough cough cough... I really can't get away from home."
My father is bedridden and needs constant care, so my wife has gone back to her parents' home.
The man coughed incessantly, clutching his chest for a while before continuing, "I've been away for so long, I'm really worried about my family."
" Doctor Meng, you see at least two or three of these minor colds a day, if not four or five. I trust you won't make a wrong diagnosis."
The area where people were buying ointments was already crowded, Qing Yang was clearly overwhelmed.
An impatient customer urged, " Doctor Meng, hurry up and prescribe the medicine for him and let's go."
"Exactly, I can tell this guy has a cold without even taking his pulse."
The man's face turned red with anxiety, and his expression seemed genuine.
"Okay, come with me," Meng Anzhi walked to the counter, grabbed the medicine, and handed it to him.
"Three times a day, simmer over low heat for a while."
"Hey, hey..." The man took it and hurriedly left.
Meng Anzhi felt uneasy; this was the first patient who hadn't been treated by her aunt.
Still not reassured, she went over the man's symptoms in her mind again, and only after confirming that there was no diagnosis did she continue buying the ointment.
After Jin Shanyao returned from processing the house deed, she immediately began grinding medicinal herbs into powder; she was strong and ground the herbs quickly.
Since Meng Anzhi's ointment became a bestseller, everyone in the family has been extremely busy.
Meng Anzhi was about to speak when a customer interrupted her, and she didn't get a chance to speak until the evening.
"Auntie, when you went to the government office, a man came to see a doctor. He was in a hurry to leave, so I wrote him a prescription."
Jin Shanyao frowned. "What illness?"
"A simple cold," Meng Anzhi handed her the case booklet.
The Jin Shanyao across the cases, then looked at the prescription.
Ephedra, cinnamon twig, apricot kernel, and licorice are all very common medicinal materials, and the weight is not excessive. Even if they are not the right medicine for the condition, they will not kill people.
Jin Shanyao and said, "The prescription is fine, don't worry."
Meng Anzhi felt a sense of relief.
As the saying goes, what you fear most is what comes to pass. The next day, just as dawn was breaking, a loud knocking sound came from the Anzhi Hall.
"Open the door, open the door... You quack doctor, you killed my husband, open the door for me!"
Just as Qing He pulled the door latch away, it was pushed open with great force.
The woman had a fierce look on her face, followed by five or six burly men who carried a stretcher and barged in without saying a word.
The stretcher was placed with a thud at the entrance of the Anzhi Hall.
He roared, "Where's the manager? Get your manager out here! My brother took the medicine you prescribed yesterday and died! You have to give me an explanation!"
Qing He's face turned deathly pale with fright. The man on the ground had a bluish-gray face and was not breathing; he looked exactly like a dead man.
Meng Anzhi was the first to run over, and what she saw was a woman lying on top of a man, crying her heart out.
The man was the patient she had treated yesterday.
He lay stiffly at the entrance of the Anzhi Hall, motionless.
Meng Anzhi was so frightened that her legs went weak and she fell to the ground, but Jin Shanyao caught her.
Almost simultaneously, the woman rushed towards Jin Shanyao, "You quack! You killed my husband! You demand an explanation today!"
Qing Yang stood in front of the woman and shouted, "Calm down... calm down..."
"My man is dead, how can I stay calm...?"
The woman tried to pull at the Jin Shanyao's hem through the Qing Yang, but the Jin Shanyao her head back, preventing her from getting any closer.
The Jin Shanyao waved its Spiritual Power around the corpse, then said to Qing Yang, "Go report to the authorities."
Upon hearing that the authorities had been notified, the woman panicked for a moment, then shouted, "Yes, report it to the authorities! Let everyone in Qingzhou Prefecture see how Anzhi Hall caused this death!"
Qing Yang didn't dare to delay and rushed to the government office. In a short while, she returned with the constables. By then, the clinic was surrounded by a large crowd of people.
Constable Wang shouted, "This is an official case; all bystanders must move aside!"
He squeezed through the crowd and saw four or five burly men tied up like dumplings, sprawled haphazardly on the ground.
The woman standing nearby had a handkerchief stuffed in her mouth; when she saw him enter, her expression was unreadable.
Constable Wang glanced at the corpse on the ground and said coldly, "Where is Manager Anzhi Hall?"
With Jin Shanyao, she handed Meng Anzhi over to Qing He, saying, "I am the manager of the Anzhi Hall."
Constable Wang naturally knew who owned the shop, but in this crucial moment, he had to be discreet. Pointing to the bound man, he asked, "What is the meaning of this?"
Jin Shanyao, "This morning, this group of people brought over a corpse, insisting that our Anzhi Hall had killed someone, and they were shouting for a fight. I had no choice but to tie them up."
Upon hearing this, the woman struggled to sit up and began to mumble...
Just as Constable Wang ripped the gag from her mouth, a loud scream rang out, " Anzhi Hall killed my master, and she even beat us! She deserves an explanation..."
His shout was so loud it Constable Wang.
He really wanted to stuff the handkerchief back, but unfortunately he was a law enforcement officer. Constable Wang looked at Jin Shanyao, "Has this person been treated at the Anzhi Hall?"
Before Jin Shanyao speak, Meng Anzhi stepped forward, her voice trembling and her face deathly pale. "He came to examine me yesterday, and it was just a simple cold; it's not something that could kill anyone."
"Bullshit... The person is dead, and your Anzhi Hall is still trying to shirk responsibility."
"Shut up..." Constable Wang snapped, "Take the body and the person to the yamen."
The constable took out a rope. "Miss Jin, come with me."
Meng Anzhi quickly stepped in front of her, saying nervously, "I prescribed his medicine; it has nothing to do with my aunt. If you're going to arrest someone, arrest me."
Upon hearing this, the woman said fiercely, "I knew it! My husband was perfectly healthy with just a cold, how could he have died from being treated? It turns out it was a child who was being treated."
"Is your Anzhi Hall a den of wolves? You've gone so far as to use the lives of poor people as practice tools for children."
Meng Anzhi's body tensed, her hands clenched into fists. "The medicine I prescribed is fine. He definitely didn't die from taking my medicine."
Constable Wang said, "Alright, let's talk at the yamen." Then he said to the woman, "Stop crying, carry your husband and come with me to the yamen."
The woman staggered to her feet, untied the burly man who was bound, lifted the corpse, and followed the constables toward the yamen.
Meng Anci tried to rush out, but Qing Yang stopped her, saying, "Don't make things worse."