Chapter 81: Prostitute is worse than stealing

The first family they came to was the Jiang family where Jiang Surao lived. The patient who needed to be treated was Mrs. Wen of the Jiang family. As for what disease she had, no one knew for the time being. However, it was thought that Mrs. Wen did not tell anyone because it involved her privacy.

After introducing himself, the doorman ran into the house to report.

Soon, Song Yuntang and Mu Qiu were led into the Wen family's courtyard by the doorman.

As soon as I arrived at the gate of the courtyard, I heard laughter coming from inside the house, but the laughter stopped abruptly when Song Yuntang appeared at the door.

Jiang Surao was a little surprised.

"Song Yuntang, why did you come to my house?"

As the wife of the Jiang family, Wen lived with the official in North Street, so she had naturally met Song Yuntang at some banquets.

She looked at Song Yuntang with a puzzled look on her face, then turned to look at the doorman beside her.

"Where's Doctor Song?"

For a while, she hadn't connected the two people together.

The concierge pointed at Song Yuntang and introduced her, "Madam, this is Doctor Song."

Before Wen could react, Jiang Surao had already stood up and walked towards her.

"Song Yuntang, when did you learn medical skills?"

Song Yuntang smiled awkwardly, "Life is forced, and having more skills will give you more ways out."

Jiang Surao's face was full of doubt. "How long have you left the Lin family and you've already learned medical skills? Is it reliable? Don't make my mother worse."

Before Song Yuntang came in, Wen was still telling her about the rumor that the previous doctor named Song used silver needles to treat diseases at the door of Baicaotang. She never expected that the female doctor named Song was actually Song Yuntang.

Song Yuntang smiled faintly after hearing her words.

"If I say it's reliable, Miss Jiang will definitely not believe it. I just don't know if Mrs. Jiang would like Miss Jiang to be present when she is seeing a patient?"

As she spoke, she looked towards Wen.

After all, it involves privacy, so before diagnosing the disease, of course you have to ask the patient's opinion.

Wen hesitated and looked at Jiang Surao.

"Rao'er, go back to the yard first."

Jiang Su Rao raised her eyebrows, "Mom, do you really believe her?"

Wen smiled softly, "There's nothing wrong with my body, I just feel tired these days, so I want to take some treatment. Don't worry, if it doesn't work, I'll find another doctor."

Jiang Surao naturally knew that this was just Wen's excuse.

She bowed, looked in the direction of Song Yuntang, then turned and left Wen's yard.

Song Yuntang smiled, sat down in front of Wen, and poured himself a cup of tea.

"Mrs. Jiang, you're looking for me, right? It's not because you're easily tired, right?"

In the past, when she was at the Lin family, Wen would always be courteous to her when they saw her. Now that they met again in this capacity, it was really a pity.

"Did you really cure Mrs. Lin's headache?"

Song Yuntang paused while drinking his tea, but did not deny it. "It was me, but I later felt that Lin Zhaozhao was too annoying, so I didn't go for the subsequent acupuncture treatment."

Wen lowered his brows and smiled.

"I've seen that girl a few times. She's definitely not someone you can easily deal with."

Song Yuntang didn't want to continue the topic of Lin Zhaozhao with her, so he raised his glass towards her and said, "Mrs. Jiang, why don't you drink water? Your condition is suitable for you to drink more water."

Wen was startled for a moment, and after she reacted, she quickly dismissed the maid in the room, approached Song Yuntang and asked in a low voice, "Miss Song, have you figured out my problem?"

Song Yuntang stretched out his hand.

"Let me check Mrs. Jiang's pulse first."

Upon seeing this, Wen quickly rolled up her sleeves and stretched her hand in front of her.

After a moment, Song Yuntang withdrew his hand.

"Mrs. Jiang's pulse is weak and thready, which is a symptom of damp heat accumulation. Is there any hot, astringent and painful sensation when going to the toilet? Is the urine turbid or mixed with blood clots?"

Wen nodded, "That's right."

Song Yuntang looked at her tongue again, "Do you feel any pain in your waist? Do you feel any heaviness in your lower abdomen?"

Wen nodded again, "Both." After thinking for a moment, he whispered, "Not only that, but I also often feel weak and tired."

Song Yuntang hummed, "It is consistent with the pulse I took."

"Is it easy to cure?" Wen asked.

"It's not difficult to cure, but both men and women must be treated." Song Yuntang looked at her, "Mr. Jiang should have contracted the disease before Mrs. Jiang, right? If Mr. Jiang doesn't get treated, even if Mrs. Jiang is cured, she will probably be infected again."

Wen was a little surprised, as if she didn't expect Song Yuntang to have guessed this.

She looked away somewhat embarrassedly.

"I was indeed infected by him." At this point, she was a little angry in her heart, "Ever since he brought a vixen from Yihonglou from the county town into the mansion, I started to get this disease. If I had known this, I should have stopped her from entering the mansion!"

As she spoke, she slammed the hand holding the handkerchief heavily on the coffee table in front of her.

Song Yuntang opened his medicine box with a calm expression.

"It's useless for Madam Jiang to stop me. It's better to have someone under your eyes than to keep him outside."

When Wen thought about it, it made sense.

A concubine can not only spend money, but is also very charming. She has understood the mindset of men over the years. When they are married, they are very affectionate to each other, but after a long time, it is always true that a wife is not as good as a concubine, a concubine is not as good as a prostitute, and a prostitute is not as good as a mistress.

If that vixen really gets the last two things, this man would be in real trouble.

When she looked at Song Yuntang again, her attitude became even more friendly.

"According to Miss Song, how should my illness be treated?"