Pharmacy Connects Ancient and Modern Times, I Bring the Deposed Crown Prince to Build Infrastructure

[Gentle-as-jade Crown Prince vs. Spirited Fake Daughter, Ancient-Modern Connection + Farming & Hoarding + Infrastructure Development]

After the fake daughter, Song Tingwan, was swept out ...

Chapter 172 Who knew it would be a grandson?

The warm sunshine in winter is quite rare.

Song Tingwan and Song Qingyu were chatting idly while basking in the sun in the backyard.

I don’t know why, maybe it’s because they all have the surname Song.

Song Tingwan felt that she got along quite well with this dignified Duke's wife.

There was nothing in her child's love that seemed feigned, nor did she seem to be seeking medical treatment for him in order to ensure his inheritance.

But I truly, from the bottom of my heart, want him to get better.

It is rare to see such pure family affection in such aristocratic family.

Even in modern times, those wealthy families put profit first, not to mention the ancient times with strict hierarchy.

The two of them didn't chat for long before Hongdou came over.

"Miss, Miss Liu Yue invites you over."

Song Tingwan smiled and looked at Song Qingyu, "Madam, would you like to go in and take a look?"

Song Qingyu was a little nervous, the handkerchief in her hand was clenched into a fist, and she replied softly, "Okay."

The small clinic was filled with the smell of disinfectant, mixed with a faint hint of blood.

Perhaps because they were afraid that the Duke's wife would be heartbroken, the filth cleaned from the prince's legs had been disposed of in advance, and there was no bloody thing in the room.

The young man in the wheelchair had a pale face and bloodless skin, and his thin lips were dry and cracked.

The blanket has been put back on my lower body.

He just leaned quietly in the wheelchair, seemingly unconscious.

Song Qingyu's heart was in a knot, and she looked at her seemingly lifeless son at a loss.

My legs felt like they were filled with lead and I couldn't move.

Liu Yue and Hong Dou stood quietly in the corner without making any sound.

Song Qingyu was speechless. He moved his lips a few times, but could not utter a single syllable.

Seeing this, Song Tingwan waved to the two people in the corner, and they left together.

And closed the door.

Before leaving, Liu Yue walked to Song Tingwan and whispered something in his ear.

Song Tingwan's pupils shrank slightly when he heard this.

After all, he had experienced a lot of things, so Song Tingwan quickly calmed down, walked to a small table, and picked up a small piece of branch with tweezers.

"This was taken out of his wound. It's because this thing is embedded in the flesh that it won't heal."

Song Qingyu frowned slightly and reached out to take the branch.

But Song Tingwan dodged it.

Meeting her puzzled look, Song Tingwan sighed softly and put the branch back on the tray.

"Madam, I am only responsible for treating the disease. I cannot interfere with other matters. However, there is one thing I must tell you."

"This branch has been smeared with poison."

As soon as these words were spoken, the usually dignified wife of the Duke's wife opened her eyes wide involuntarily, her face full of disbelief.

"You, what did you say..."

Song Qingyu swayed twice and almost fell.

Fortunately, Song Tingwan helped her in time.

In fact, Song Tingwan was also quite surprised.

She felt something was wrong when she was cleaning the boy's wound, but she didn't think of poisoning him.

Liu Yue had just told her that the wound was poisonous and the poison was very complicated. She cut off a small branch and some scraps of meat and went back to develop an antidote.

There is only one possibility in this situation: the doctor who treated the boy at the time found the branch but did not take it out, and even smeared poison on it and hid it deeper.

After all, a healthy branch wouldn't produce poison for no reason.

However, the reason behind this was the affairs of their Duke's Mansion, and Song Tingwan did not want to get involved.

"Goddess, my son's legs..."

Facing the Duke's wife's red and swollen eyes, Song Tingwan felt a little sorry and comforted her softly, "We have done what we should do now. Go back and take good care of him and let him recover slowly."

Song Tingwan couldn't guarantee that his leg would recover to its original state.

Half a year had passed, and the toxin might have already invaded the bone marrow. She didn't know how to detoxify it, so she didn't dare to make any comments.

Song Qingyu seemed to have used a lot of strength to remove the blanket covering the boy's legs.

One of the legs was grayish white, without a trace of blood, like the look of a corpse that had been dead for several days.

The original wound had been wrapped with gauze, and there was no blood stain around it. It had been wiped clean.

Song Qingyu didn't look at it any more and covered the blanket back.

He then noticed the small tray on the table. The poisoned branch was lying there quietly, with some small debris scattered around it and dark red blood stains on it.

Hatred gradually grew in Song Qingyu's eyes.

It was these things that caused her son to almost die several times!

Her son has been tortured for the past six months, depressed and miserable!

Song Qingyu is not a gigolo, as she is able to hold the position of mistress of the Duke's Mansion.

Of course she knew who was behind it.

After all, when the accident happened half a year ago, the doctor was brought in by the concubine in the mansion. She said that he was a famous traveling doctor who would definitely be able to make her son recover as before!

Song Qingyu only hated himself for being blind at the time, allowing someone to poison him right under his nose!

Now is not the time to reminisce about the past. Song Qingyu took a few deep breaths, calmed himself down, and turned to look at Song Tingwan.

"Thank you so much for saving me, goddess. It's been so long, I didn't realize there was so much in my son's body..."

Song Tingwan's face brightened. "Madam, I'll prescribe some medicine for external and internal use. When you go back, take the medicine as I say. I'll also massage the prince's legs to clear the meridians. Let him rest for a while and then come back for a follow-up visit."

"Oh." Song Qingyu responded softly.

"After some time, I will prepare a valuable gift and come visit you in person."

"I wonder where the goddess lives now?"

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