Chapter 659 What kind of prescription is this? Is it legitimate?
"what is this?"

Zhao Kangtai watched Gu Lianggong take out the purse from his pocket. During this time, he took something out of his pocket and dropped it on the ground. Upon closer inspection, he saw that it was a ball of paper. He reminded him:

"Gu Lianggong, you dropped something!"

"I can't possibly drop anything. You take the consultation fee and medicine money!"

Gu Lianggong did not believe what Zhao Kangtai said. Instead, he opened his purse, took out the money from it, counted it, and confirmed that it was the amount Zhao Kangtai wanted. Then he handed the money over, and then said dissatisfiedly:
"I think you are just looking for trouble and trying to make me happy!"

“Uncle Gu, Uncle Zhao wasn’t kidding you, you really dropped something!”

Compared to Gu Lianggong's disbelief, Zhuo Tie, who was standing next to him, immediately noticed after Zhao Kangtai's reminder that Gu Lianggong had dropped the paper ball on the ground. He picked it up from the ground, but did not open it. Instead, he handed it over and asked curiously:

"Uncle Gu, this piece of paper, could it be the bill from Uncle Le's family?"

Le Wenmao's funeral was entirely handled by Gu Lianggong. Apart from things owned by the Le family or borrowed from neighbors, many things were sold in the town, most of them on credit.

Although the Le family has fallen on hard times, they were still very wealthy in the past, otherwise Le Wenmao would have been paralyzed in bed for so many years and unable to work, and Le Zhuang would still be a child. If the family didn't have some savings, Le Wenmao would not have to have three meals a day, and even his daily medicinal soup would have to be made with top-quality medicinal materials.

Even if the Zhao family had no intention and did not make too much dirty money from the medicinal materials, even if they sold them to the Le family at cost price, it would not be cheap.

You're welcome to say that.

Le Wenmao alone is enough to support the Zhao family. It can be seen that Le Wenmao's spending on medicinal materials is an astronomical figure in the eyes of ordinary people like them. If the Le family did not have some savings, Le Wenmao would have reported to the King of Hell long ago. How could they allow him to hang on to his life with precious medicinal materials?

Not to mention.

The Le family courtyard covers a large area, and there is also a property called Kurumuguan, which can be sold for a lot of money.

Merchants in Liangshui Town are naturally willing to give credit to such high-quality customers.

"How could it be the Le family's bill? I am in charge of everything the Le family buys and sells, but I am not the one who makes the decisions when it comes to accounting or negotiating with merchants. This bill will not fall on me!"

Gu Lianggong snorted. He had handled many affairs, both big and small, and had done a lot of work. He knew that for things like this, procurement required the supervision of multiple people. He usually did not interfere in procurement, but left it to a few honest people. The bills were not with him. This ball of paper was obviously not likely to be the bill for the Le family.

next moment.

Gu Lianggong took the paper ball handed over by Zhuo Tie. As soon as he opened it and saw the words on it, he frowned slightly and said with a strange look: "Zhao Kangtai, are you sure this piece of paper is mine and not yours?"

"What are you talking about? This piece of paper clearly fell out of your pocket. It's not yours, so how could it be mine?"

Zhao Kangtai snorted in dissatisfaction, and seemed to have thought of something, and said with a smile: "Could it be that there is some unspeakable secret recorded on this piece of paper, and you are afraid of being embarrassed, so you framed me, saying that this piece of paper is mine?"

Zhao Huai echoed, "Grandpa Gu, my grandfather didn't lie. This piece of paper really fell out of your pocket. You accidentally pulled it out and dropped it on the ground when you took out your purse!"

"Take a look for yourself. Once you see it clearly, you will know whether this piece of paper is mine or yours!"

Gu Lianggong sneered. "Okay, let me see, it clearly fell out of your pocket, how dare you say it's mine!"

Zhao Kangtai didn't waste any words and took the paper handed over by Gu Lianggong. However, when he took the first glance at it, his brows frowned slightly. Looking at the words written on it, he understood why Gu Lianggong said that this piece of paper was his.

Who knows, this piece of paper is filled with records of every medicinal ingredient, including rare ones and common ones, with even the measurements clearly marked.

It's totally a prescription!
Gu Lianggong looked at Zhao Kangtai's dazed look and sneered, "Zhao Kangtai, now you can tell me, is this piece of paper yours or mine?"

Zhao Kangtai opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say them.

This piece of paper clearly fell out of Gu Lianggong's pocket, but Zhao Kangtai's condition clearly did not require any prescription.

wrong!

suddenly.

Zhao Kangtai suddenly had an idea. He glanced at the prescription in his hand and then at Gu Lianggong, and asked in surprise, "Gu Lianggong, tell me the truth. Have you seen other doctors before me?"

In Liangshui Town, besides their Zhao's Clinic, there are other clinics, but they are all second-rate clinics, and the areas of treatment are also very strange, all of which are difficult and complicated diseases: male impotence, female infertility and the like. There is no decent clinic like their Zhao's Clinic.

Who made the Zhao family clinic so powerful? Even if they were not overbearing or bullying, they still made other decent doctors lose their business and they all went to other places to develop.

just.

The prescription in Gu Lianggong's hand does not seem to be the kind of prescription for treating difficult and complicated diseases.

"Dad, Uncle Gu, what are you arguing about? Isn't it just a prescription? Is it so important that Uncle Gu dropped it?"

Zhao Derun walked over with a prescription in one hand and the packaged herbs in the other. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the prescription in Gu Lianggong's hand and said in surprise, "Dad, this prescription, isn't it for Uncle Gu's treatment?"

Gu Lianggong retorted, "Impossible, Derun, don't get me wrong. Apart from your father, you are the only one who has treated me. And your father is the only one who has written a prescription, which is still in your hands. How could I possibly find someone else to treat me? And even if I want to find someone else, we need someone in Liangshui Town!"

Zhao Kangtai ignored Gu Lianggong's rebuttal, even though what he said made sense. Instead, he looked at Zhao Derun curiously and asked puzzledly: "Derun, how can you say that this prescription is for Gu Lianggong to treat his illness?"

"Dad, don't you think this prescription is familiar?"

Zhao Derun reminded him, and seeing Zhao Kangtai subconsciously looking at the prescription in his hand, he nodded after a while, and then he said, "Some of the herbs are the same as those you prescribed, but the dosage is different. Uncle Gu, who wrote this prescription for you?"

"Derun..."

Gu Lianggong snorted in dissatisfaction and was about to repeat what he had just said. Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Zhuo Tie, "Uncle Gu, could this prescription have been written by Taoist Master Ku Mu?"

(End of this chapter)