Chapter 147: Three Courtyard Mansions Become One (Section Begin) 1

Three years later.

South-West of Da Hui Empire, a small city, no less lively and bustling than Feng Cheng the imperial city, emerged: it was Fan Luo City. The visitors that came from other cities would find something strange in Fan Luo City: There was no town nor village surrounding Fan Luo City. There was only a massive garden-styled mansion made up of three private courtyards, each having their own unique style.

Rumor has it that the owner of that mansion was noble and famous. However, only the three Chief Managers would show up to solve the business of the three private courtyards. During these three years, except for the villagers that lived inside the mansions, no one knew what the masters of the house looked like, what their titles were, and why they had merged the three private mansions into one…

After three years of restructuring, Fan Luo City, the city ranked the last among thirty-one cities of Da Hui, had become one of the most lively and bustling cities in Da Hui.

How so?

The visitors just needed to walk on the most bustling and hustling road of the city and asked any random citizen. The answer they would receive would be much similar: The current Castellan!

However, there were differences in the way they described the Castellan:

Some said he was handsome and dashing;

Some said he was romantic and suave;

Some said he had extraordinary charm;

Some said he was elegant and outstanding;

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In short, the only similar feature of those answers was that Castellan was an attractive man admired by many women. In Fan Luo City, from the eighty-year-old woman to a young toddler, would topple over from his peerless martial skills and his tender manners.

Besides, he had helped Fan Luo City change and develop to be richer and stronger. Even the men in the city, with their wives consistanting praising their Castellan, weren’t even jealous.

That was because in these three years, his contribution to Fan Luo City was as clear as the daylight. Everybody in Fan Luo City respected and idolized their current Castellan from the bottom of their hearts. This respect and admiration transcended their jealousy, which had helped the entire Fan Luo unite in one.

The so-called virtuous circle refers to the following procedure:

Prosperity -> Admire -> Unity -> More Prosperity -> more Admiring -> More Unity…

And now, the Qing Yang Clinic was the second most favorite topic after the one about the Castellan.

During three years, Qing Yang Clinic, originally a small clinic with only three storefronts, had started to cooperate with another small clinic in Fan Luo City. Now they were the biggest general clinic in the city with a three-layer courtyard house.

Although the people in the city didn’t quite understand what a ‘general clinic’ meant, after witnessing the medical practices of the doctors in the clinic and the tools they used, they seemed to understand something.

The four doctors in Qing Yang Clinic were specialized in treating different diseases, and their medical attainments were also different, so they treated different types of patients.

The outermost courtyard of Qing Yang Clinic had four examining rooms for four doctors. From the East to the West, they were internal medicine, surgery, obstetrics and gynecology, and pediatrics. Situating between the four examining rooms was a spacious and well-lit waiting room with long wooden benches.

Entering deeper, the second courtyard was where the staff of the clinic rested and the storage. The last courtyard was the private house of the clinic’s owner.

The fifth lunar month had arrived. The temperature in the small city in the South-East had begun to rise.

Afternoon, the busiest time for Qing Yang Clinic.

Outside the waiting room, was a front desk with many drawers. A young lady with twinkling eyes around fourteen or fifteen years old was sitting there. After carefully asking the patient’ conditions, she would check the room the patient needed to visit on the first page of his medical record booklet and hand him the waiting number of that examining room for the day.

She smiled and received ten coins, gave back the medical record booklet to the patient, and guided him to the wooden bench in the waiting area.

“Next, please!” The bright-eyed girl raised her clear voice. Turning outside the waiting room, she sweetly called out.

“Eh?” When the next patient walked in, she blinked, lowering her voice in confusion. “Didn’t he leave earlier this morning?”

“Qing Qing! Even you, don’t welcome me?”

“Argh… No, no. Caste… Brother Liang, please have a seat!” Hearing the other stretching his words as if he was wronged, the girl who was called Qing Qing hurried to wave her hands and invited the man to the waiting room. Reluctantly, she watched him swaggering toward the obstetrics and gynecology room.

Uh, Sister Yang wouldn’t blame her, right? If she let him wait outside for any longer, the others would pay attention.

If… those nice, but talkative citizens knew that … “he” – the one everybody respected and admired, was in their clinic now, who knows if this already packed clinic would be flattened by the excited crowd…

Qing Qing carefully observed the women sitting in the waiting room to wait for their turns, who were now whispering and hissing. Surely, they had some doubts. Ai!

“Knock! Knock!” Yang Jing Zhi had just finished checking on a mother-to-be, who was two-month pregnant but not feeling well. She heard someone knock the door before she could finish writing the record.

“Please come in…” Her bright and tender voice arose but she didn’t stop her scribing. Seeing the patient sitting in front of her, Yang Jing Zhi asked without raising her head. “Where does it hurt?”

She became confused when the other didn’t give her the description as she had expected. She lifted her head, “You…”

Then, she took a deep breath in surprise. Her cheeks blushed as she changed her tone, “You! What are you doing here?”