Hearing this, Cheng Lin asked curiously, "Which family's young lady is so rude? She even dares to criticize the miraculous doctor Wu!"
Not to mention Jiang City, probably not many people in the entire China dare to say such things about the miraculous doctor Wu!
Cheng Yuang said, "I don't know which family she belongs to specifically. Anyway, it's really annoying! If it were my daughter, I would definitely teach her a good lesson!"
Even now, Cheng Yuang was still very angry when he thought of what had just happened.
After all, the miraculous doctor Wu was someone he had admired since he was young.
Cheng Lin smiled and said, "Young people nowadays are all like this, so impetuous. They think they can look down on everything in the world with just a little bit of achievement, but they are actually nothing. Why bother being so serious with such a person?"
"You're right." Cheng Yuang nodded.
Not long after, the servant brought up the decocted medicine, "Madam, the medicine is ready."
Hearing this, Shangguan Yingying sat up from the bed very excitedly, "Quick, give it to me."
Shangguan Yingying took the medicine bowl, took a sip, and immediately frowned.
It was too bitter!
But thinking that she would soon recover her appearance, she gritted her teeth and drank it all.
After drinking the medicine, Shangguan Yingying fell into a drowsy sleep.
Cheng Lin looked at her sleeping daughter and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Ever since her daughter's disfigurement, she hadn't had a good night's sleep. Even when she did fall asleep, she would be awakened by nightmares.
Cheng Lin looked up at Cheng Yuang and whispered, "Thank you so much this time!"
The miraculous doctor Wu hadn't personally seen patients for many years, and Cheng Yuang had spent a great deal of money to invite him this time.
"This is what I should do," Cheng Yuang said.
Cheng Lin continued, "Will the miraculous doctor Wu come again?"
Although Shangguan Yingying had already taken the medicine, she was still a little uneasy not seeing the miraculous doctor Wu himself.
Cheng Yuang nodded, "He said he would come back for a follow-up consultation in three days."
"Okay."
On the other side.
The Yu family.
Yu Zhihong, who had been busy outside for more than half a month, finally returned home.
He was already 64 years old this year, but he didn't look his age at all. People often joked that when he stood with his sons, he looked like their brother.
"You finally deigned to come back?" Fang Minghui didn't give Yu Zhihong a good look when she saw him.
Yu Zhihong looked at his wife's angry face, completely bewildered, "What's wrong?"
Fang Minghui frowned, "Do you know that the engagement date between Tingzhi and Miss Song is coming soon?"
"Hmm." Yu Zhihong nodded.
Mentioning this marriage, Yu Zhihong actually had a bit of a headache.
Yu Tingzhi couldn't amount to anything, and he was worried that Song Baoyi wouldn't like him.
After all, compared to Song Baoyi, Yu Tingzhi was far behind.
Yu Zhihong rubbed his temples, "I've been preparing for this matter recently, I know what I'm doing."
Hearing her husband say this, Fang Minghui was a little more satisfied, "What do you plan to give Tingzhi for his engagement this time?"
Upon hearing this, Yu Zhihong frowned, "He's so old already, you can't keep spoiling him! A doting mother raises a useless son! He's become like this, and you are half to blame!"
Speaking of this, Yu Zhihong scratched his hair and continued, "The year the accident happened, I said to send him to the hospital for recuperation, but you insisted on stopping me! Now look, all he knows is to reach out to the family for money every day, what's the difference between him and a useless person?"
Over the years, Yu Tingzhi had accomplished nothing. Besides asking for money, he couldn't do anything else.
As a father, Yu Zhihong felt very sad and disappointed!
"My son is not sick, why should he go to a mental hospital?" Fang Minghui became furious upon hearing this, "Have you ever truly cared about Tingzhi?"
Back then, after Yu Tingzhi's car accident, he was diagnosed with severe depression.
The doctor suggested sending Yu Tingzhi to a mental sanatorium for treatment, but this was strongly opposed by Fang Minghui and Old Master Yu.
What kind of place was a mental hospital?
If he really stayed there for a few days, even if he wasn't sick, he would become sick!
"The doctor said that depression is also a mental illness! You have to argue with me!" Yu Zhihong irritably took out a cigarette, "The way he is now, if the Song family calls off the engagement at the banquet, then our family will become the laughingstock of the entire Jiang City!"
"The Song family won't call off the engagement! Miss Song is not that kind of person!" Fang Minghui was very certain.
Yu Zhihong sighed. People's hearts are separated by their stomachs, and no one knows what the future holds.
"Even if Miss Song is a good person and won't call off the engagement, he's already 26 years old, not 16! An adult should learn to support himself, otherwise, what will happen after he gets married and has children? Stop always thinking about giving him money!"
It was precisely because the old master and Fang Minghui spoiled Yu Tingzhi too much, constantly giving him money without restraint, that Yu Tingzhi developed a dependence!
"What's wrong with me giving him money! Our family has so much money, let alone supporting one of him, even ten more wouldn't be a problem! Tingzhi suffered such a big accident, he was already very sad. Not only did you as his father not comfort him, but you even added insult to injury!"
Towards the end, Fang Minghui's eyes turned red.
Yu Zhihong took a puff of cigarette, looked at Fang Minghui, and softened his tone a bit, "Minghui, you know I didn't mean it that way. Do you think I'm not sad that Tingzhi has become like this? As a father, I'm also doing it for his own good! I hope more than anyone that he can stand up again! A real man can't let others look down on him!"
As a mother, Fang Minghui naturally knew that Yu Zhihong's starting point was also for Yu Tingzhi's good, but as a mother, she couldn't bear to watch Yu Tingzhi suffer.
"Do you think I want this? You don't know how much suffering Tingzhi went through before!" Fang Minghui's eyes were a little red, "Do you think Tingzhi isn't sad? What a proud person he used to be! What has he become now? Who can he tell his bitterness to? As a mother, I don't hope for my child to become a dragon or a phoenix now, I just want him to be happy!"
Yu Zhihong took a puff of cigarette, feeling indescribable emotions in his heart. The events of thirteen years ago resurfaced in his mind.
After a long while, he stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, sighed deeply, and said, "Forget it! You're right, isn't the money we earn for our children to spend? While I still have the energy, I'll accumulate more capital for him."
The next day.
Zhou Lei suppressed the anger in her heart and brought a set of designer dresses for Song Hua, "Put this on. Go to a tea party with Baoyi and me later."
Speaking of this, Zhou Lei added, "When you get there, talk less, stay behind Baoyi, do whatever she tells you to do, and don't embarrass us!"
The tea party was full of wealthy ladies and daughters of prominent families. If Song Hua did anything embarrassing, she was afraid it would implicate Song Baoyi!
Zhou Lei stood in front of Song Hua with a condescending air.
She could already foresee Song Hua's next reaction.
Song Hua would definitely be very excited and grateful to her!
After all, a country girl like Song Hua who came from the countryside had probably never attended a tea party, let alone worn any high-end designer dresses.
Song Hua was nestled in the hanging chair on the balcony, her brows and eyes filled with peaceful serenity.
Hearing Zhou Lei's words, she just lazily raised her eyes, a patch of sunlight shining on her jade-like face, "No time."
Two very simple words.
No time?
Zhou Lei frowned slightly, even thinking she had misheard.
Song Hua meant she wasn't going to the tea party?