This is a separate consulting room.

This shop is very large, and this is its original layout.

There was an inner room used as a storage room, but Song Tingwan converted it into a clinic.

There isn't much clutter on weekdays, and there are a few rooms in the backyard, so the space is quite large.

At this time, this small, separate clinic was filled with a lot of people and seemed a bit crowded.

Song Tingwan frowned somewhat unhappily.

Sick people need ventilation the most. Why are they huddled together like this?

Sitting in the center was a graceful and elegant woman. Although she looked haggard, it could not conceal her extraordinary elegance and grace.

As soon as the woman saw Song Tingwan, she immediately stood up and waved her hand to drive all the servants out of the room.

There were only three people left in the house at this time.

Song Tingwan, a beautiful woman, and a young man sitting in a wooden wheelchair.

"I suppose you are the goddess?" the woman said kindly. "I have long heard of your name. Seeing you in person today, you truly possess an extraordinary aura."

Song Tingwan said politely, "You're too kind. Could it be that you are the mistress of the Duke's Mansion?"

Song Qingyu sighed softly and pushed the wheelchair forward, "Hey."

"I came here this time to ask the goddess to treat my son. His leg..."

As he spoke, Song Qingyu choked up and burst into tears, unable to utter a complete sentence.

Song Tingwan understood her feelings.

Mu Zhong told her everything on the way here.

The Duke of this Duke's Mansion is no longer with us, leaving behind his wife, a concubine, and two sons.

Originally, it was a foregone conclusion that the prince would inherit his father's title in the future. However, he injured his leg half a year ago and it couldn't be cured. It seemed that he was about to become a disabled person.

If this is true, then the Duke's Mansion will definitely fall into the hands of the son born to the concubine in the future.

By then, with the concubine's fierce temper, the current Lady of the Duke's Mansion and the young master will surely have a miserable end.

Song Tingwan felt a sigh of regret.

Isn’t this just like how their modern illegitimate children can inherit the family property?

They all fail to adequately protect the rights and interests of the original wife and her children.

In this era of cruelty, the original wife and her children may even have difficulty surviving.

After coming to his senses, Song Tingwan did not comfort the sobbing Lady of the Duke, but simply asked her to reveal the wound of the Crown Prince.

As the mistress of a noble family, she has seen many more storms than her.

What she needs most right now is not comfort, but a cure for her son's illness.

Song Qingyu carefully uncovered the thick fox fur blanket covering her son's legs.

A chill invaded, and the drowsy boy in the wheelchair frowned uncomfortably.

Seeing this scene, Song Tingwan was a little shocked.

I didn't expect that the young master was injured so seriously.

The trouser leg on the injured leg seemed to have been cut off.

The legs are very white, not like normal skin color, but an unhealthy white.

There was a deep and long wound across the pale calf, and the blood scab on it seemed to have just solidified.

It looks worse on the thighs.

A wound as big as a bowl was shocking.

The skin and flesh in the middle were turned outward, and it was covered with yellow pus, some of which was solidified and some had just flowed out.

The flesh around the wound was all swollen, and the outer circle of the red and swollen flesh was purple.

The sight of a bloody thigh made Song Tingwan's scalp tingle.

Fortunately, apart from the horrific wound, the rest of the healthy skin surface is very clean and has no strong odor, which shows that it is well cared for.

Unlike Song Tingwan who frowned, Song Qingyu couldn't stop crying when she saw her son's injury.

The usually powerful mistress of the Duke's Mansion now stood aside with her head hung, weeping inconsolably.

Song Tingwan put on gloves and squatted down to check.

Fortunately, I still have a slight knee-jerk reflex.

Song Tingwan stood up and exhaled softly, "Madam, I've already seen his wounds, but he's unconscious right now. I need to know what injured him and how his injuries have progressed over the past six months."

As he spoke, Song Tingwan picked up the thermometer from the table next to him and took his temperature.

Song Qingyu's eyes followed her movements and he slowly began to narrate.

It turned out that the prince fell from a tree while climbing and a thick branch pierced his leg.

Although he received timely treatment, the wound recurred and pus oozed repeatedly.

The condition has worsened in the past few days. The prince is awake for very little time every day, and his legs are gradually losing sensation.

The Duke's Mansion had sought medical treatment everywhere but to no avail. Yesterday, they heard that the goddess's clinic was about to open, so they came early this morning to queue up.

Song Tingwan nodded slightly, already having an idea about why his leg injury couldn't be healed.

"Ma'am, please wait here for a moment. I'll go out and call someone."

Song Qingyu's eyes were moist and she nodded very gently.

After Song Tingwan left, she gently stroked the eyebrows of the young man in the wheelchair. Thinking of the torture her son had endured in the past six months, she felt so heartbroken that she couldn't breathe.

On this side, Song Tingwan walked out and stood behind the door curtain.

I could vaguely see a lot of people outside, but they were not making any noise. They were all very orderly and were queuing up to see a doctor.

Song Tingwan nodded with satisfaction, and told Lu Yang to call Liu Yue over, and asked Hong Dou to bring her medicine box over.

Her treatment method is a bit bloody, and Qingyi and He Xiaosi may not be able to accept it.

Liu Yue likes to use poison the most, so she is probably not afraid of these things. She is the most suitable person.

After a period of in-depth understanding, Song Tingwan learned a lot of the essence of traditional Chinese medicine from them, but he also found that there was no such thing as surgery in Daqing.

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