Ling Chuxi studied the cloth banner, and noticed that the words were written better, looking suspiciously like the handwriting of Li Shaoqiu. Why were these two people swindling and cheating again? He hadn't mentioned Jiang Wuhen, so why had Li Shaoqiu suddenly joined him? Could this fellow have gotten addicted to being a cheat? Had he hidden his identity so he could experience this unscrupulous life?
"Let me take her pulse." Jiang Wuhen opened his eyes slightly and stretched out three fingers, then closed his eyes once again. That proud face truly had the air of a reclusive expert.
The nouveau riche pushed a squirming young maiden forward, allowing the godly doctor Jiang to take her pulse.
After a while, Jiang Wuhen opened his eyes. "Congratulations."
The man looked at Jiang Wuhen in confusion.
"Congratulations, your daughter is pregnant. That's 100 gold taels," Jiang Wuhen announced, then stretched out his hand to receive the money.