But Mo Fei felt that he was playing the piano against a cow.

He looked up and stared at the person in front of him who had wrapped himself like a rice dumpling.

"Do you know how doctors treat patients? Have you ever been sick and never seen a doctor?"

The shameful man was stunned for a moment, and seemed to be a little confused about what Mo Fei said?

Mo Fei grabbed the table, and I don’t know if it was learned by Miaomiao or the same year, but they all liked to grab the table.

He rolled his eyes down again.

"Didn't you understand?"

If the man really nodded again, he just didn't understand.

Mo Fei pointed at the one in front of him, shameless young man.

"When a doctor is concerned with seeing a doctor, he is looking, listening, asking and touching. If you wrap yourself up like this, how should I see you? I am a doctor, not a god."

He didn't know if others were capable and could go to see others through heavy clothes, but he really didn't have such ability.

The shameful man placed his hands on the gauze cap on his head, and his knuckles were also a little tight.

Finally, he took off the gauze hat on his head and then showed a thin face.

The man in his thirties had already given birth to some gorgeous hair, and there was no expression between his eyes, but only his body shape still had the aura of a scholar.

Although he has never been young and frivolous, he has always been enviable. Once he passed the imperial examination and was nominated for the Golden List, but now he has reached such a level.

Who can blame?

"It's you."

Mo Fei also recognized it.

"Who else can it be?"

That Lord Song was also a good hand of cards, and in Mo Fei's opinion, his life could be described as miserable.

I have been giving birth to a child all my life, but it has not been given birth for so long.

This woman cannot be born, but it can be a problem for others. Two people cannot be born, but three or a bunch of them cannot be born. Needless to say, they all know that this is his problem.

"Sit down."

Mo Fei pointed to the place in front of him.

Song Mingjiang came over, then sat down and placed his hands on the table.

Mo Fei pressed his two fingers on him. No matter who this person was, he pretended to be unaware of it. What he did now was just following the instructions of his wife.

"kindness."

Mo Fei seemed to feel something, and he pressed his fingers a little tighter.

After he moved his finger away, this strange expression made Song Mingjiang feel a very bad feeling in his heart.

He held his hand tightly again. This time he gave up his last little respect, so he asked Shen Qingci to know a reason and get a result.

Do you need to continue?

"Did Lord Song marry so many women because of his offspring?"

Mo Fei took his hand back, poured himself a cup of tea, took it in his hand and started drinking it. It was said that this tea was really incomparable to the tea from his wife.

No matter how good the water is and how expensive the tea is, it is still not as good as the tea planted by Master Jingkong. Not only does the tea taste light, but it also has the function of washing the past, and it is unique to it when you hear it.

After getting used to drinking good tea, I naturally became a little uncomfortable with these ordinary dishes.

And he was still waiting for Song Mingjiang's answer.

At this time, Song Mingjiang opened his mouth several times, and the arrogance of scholars made it difficult for him to speak out about this matter and even more difficult to face.

But, does he still have the face?

Everyone knows that his face has been lost.

He closed his eyes and when he opened them, the aloofness in his eyes had already faded a little.

“That’s right.”

"oh……"

Mo Fei was not surprised at his answer. He looked at Song Mingjiang and was like this, and he looked at him with a lustful and talented person. It seemed that Lord Song had never been involved in anything.

Mo Fei placed the cup on the table.

"Does Lord Song know that some men have lost their children?"

Song Mingjiang's face suddenly changed.

"Doctor Mo, are you talking about...me?"

He was once a talented man in Beijing, how could he not know Mo Fei's intentions were referring to him?

Mo Fei nodded lightly.

"Is there any way?"

Song Mingjiang also had sweat in his palms, and even his eyes that were already red.

this……

Mo Fei shook his head, "Mr. Song is a little old now, so he should have accepted his fate. My son never thought of having children. Those four little masters were accidents and gifts from God."

"Maybe Lord Song will do it one day."

His words were very tactful. Who could be like Luo Hengli and Shen Qingci? He only gave birth to one child, and he had three sons and one daughter in one child. They were all smart and beautiful. In more than ten years, they would be famous young talents in Beijing.

In Mo Fei's opinion, it was a pity for Lord Song.

"Thank you," Song Mingjiang bowed to Mo Fei, then tightened his hands and walked out.

Mo Fei looked at his back and suddenly realized that a generation of talented men had already died, and the cruelty of this time was all here.

"how's it going?"

Shen Qingci asked Mo Fei who was back.

"That person..."

Mo Fei actually doesn't know what to say.

"There is a tough character around you."

"Huh?" Shen Qingci gently shook the round fan in his hand, "How cruel is it?"

"I gave the medicine to cut off the offspring," Mo Fei spread his hands, "This medicine has been put on for more than ten years, and the subordinates cannot solve it. It is like a fruit. If the skin on the outside is broken, just peel it off. If it goes deeper, it will be digging deeper, but the inside is broken. How to treat it?"

"Did you tell him?"

Shen Qingci shook the round fan in his hand a few more times, and the slight cool breeze also raised a thread of hair in her ears.

Mo Fei shook his head, "Mo Fei did not mention this matter." In his opinion, things have become like this, and it is better not to mention it.

"That's it."

Shen Qingci put down the fan and leaned against the side to rest.

Scholars naturally have the awesomeness of scholars. Even if they live, they still have this awesomeness and can only live like this.

If one day a person's life is destroyed by two women, I wonder if that person has the fate to survive?

Mo Fei gave Shen Qingci a thumbs up, that's it.

That's why I'm called a sour scholar. I mean someone like Song Mingjiang. He seems to treat everything as dirt on weekdays, but once he encounters something, he will cry the most.

It’s better for those of them who practice martial arts and are generous.

But is he a martial arts practitioner? He doesn't even think he can make a fuss, and of course he is not a scholar.
Chapter completed!