When Cheng Beizheng entered, Wanwan was eating at the stone table in the courtyard.
Various chunks of meat were placed in a basin, and it ate one piece at a time. Its upper body was coiled into two rings on the stone table, its slender lower body hanging off the edge of the table, its tail tip occasionally curling, showing it was in a good mood.
Mo Sang sat smilingly on the side, eating pastries.
How could she eat that?
Cheng Beizheng shivered, his voice to Mo Sang an octave lower, not daring to disturb Wanwan: "Are you, are you eating?"
"I've already eaten, this is a snack."
Cheng Beizheng: ...
He took another step forward, but Mo Sang stopped him with her hand: "What are you doing? What if you scare Wanwan and it has indigestion?"
"I have something I want to discuss with you."
"Then wait a moment."
As she spoke, Wanwan swallowed the last two pieces of pork and shook its head at her.
Mo Sang said, "If you're full, go play. Remember not to leave this bamboo grove, and don't be found by humans, or you'll be captured and made into wine."
Then Cheng Beizheng saw the snake nod intelligently. He slipped and almost fell: "It actually understands?"
"Don't be surprised, you raise dogs for a long time, and they can understand what you mean, right?"
Cheng Beizheng: ...
It seemed to be true.
Wanwan, with its belly full, slithered off the stone table and quickly disappeared into the green bamboo grove.
Mo Sang beckoned him: "Sit down."
"Uh, let's talk inside."
There had just been a colorful python coiled above, who knew if anything strange would fall off it.
Mo Sang rolled her eyes and led Cheng Beizheng into the house.
The maidservant thoughtfully offered fragrant tea to calm her mistress. Cheng Beizheng drank two cups in a row before handing over several paper contracts: "Take a look."
Mo Sang glanced at them: "You want to cooperate with me to open a medical clinic?"
"Yes, I think your folk remedies should be very popular and definitely make money."
"Then why should I cooperate with others?"
Cheng Beizheng choked, angry: "Yesterday you called me 'husband' when you wanted money, and now that you have benefits, you're kicking me aside. Mo Sang, is that proper?"
Mo Sang: ...
Why did she suddenly feel so guilty?
Cheng Beizheng continued: "I'm not intentionally taking advantage of you, but you're new to the capital. From choosing a location to stocking up and opening the clinic, it might take a long time. But with me, it's different. As long as you nod and sign, your clinic can hang its sign tomorrow.
"Really?"
"Of course. And you don't have to worry about medicinal ingredients. In other words, you only need to be responsible for diagnosing and prescribing, and you can enjoy fifty percent of the clinic's net profit." It just so happened that the pharmacy in the west city was not doing well and was about to close. If this shaman doctor was sent there to take charge, perhaps it could be revived.
As a businessman, even if it was his wife, she had to be used to her fullest.
Bah, what wife? This was forced upon him by that dead man Situ Yan; he just couldn't refuse.
"I'll take seven, you three."
"Six, four."
"Deal."
Mo Sang agreed too quickly, and Cheng Beizheng secretly felt pained, thinking he had lost out and should have insisted on fifty-fifty.
However, it wasn't easy for him to go back on his word with a young girl, so he wrote another contract. Both of them solemnly signed their names and pressed their fingerprints. Perhaps knowing Wanwan wasn't around, Cheng Beizheng, upon seeing Mo Sang's crooked signature, audaciously mocked: "With your handwriting, when you write prescriptions later, I'm afraid even the pharmacy manager won't be able to recognize it."
Mo Sang was unashamed: "I'm not from Dayin, what's strange about not writing your Dayin characters well? Can't you get me a literate medicinal assistant?"
Cheng Beizheng: ...
Mo Sang was not very diligent, but Cheng Beizheng was a man of action. The contract was finalized one day, and the next day he took Mo Sang to the pharmacy in the west city. The shop was not small, but it was empty inside, and many of the medicine cabinets were empty.
Business was not good, so infrequent restocking was normal. Cheng Beizheng was about to explain, but Mo Sang had already nodded: "Not bad, we can open for business after changing the signboard outside."
"So soon? Don't we need to restock some medicinal ingredients?"
"We can start by writing prescriptions and letting patients buy medicine from Baohetang."
"Okay, then you choose a name, and I'll have someone engrave the signboard right away."
Mo Sang said: "Western Frontier Shaman Clinic."
"Isn't the name a bit too grand?" Ever since Imperial Physician Ji had developed a special medicine for headaches using蛊虫 (gu worms), the fame of Western Frontier shamanism had been considerable. But no doctor dared to call themselves a Western Frontier shaman.
"A grand name attracts people."
"Alright, you're the boss." Seeing her confident, Cheng Beizheng stopped trying to persuade her.
Money makes things happen. The next morning, the signboard was engraved. Cheng Beizheng set off a large roll of firecrackers to signify the opening of the clinic, and then ran off without a trace.
There were too many things waiting for him; he couldn't waste time in this small clinic.
Mo Sang added a notice at the entrance and then waited for customers.
Unfortunately, she waited from morning until night, and not even a fly came in. Shops in corners like this were easily overlooked, no wonder they hadn't made money before.