Chapter 78 Treating a Brothel Girl

"stop!"

The noise in the hall stopped abruptly, and Lan Xiyue's gaze fell on Mei Niang.

Mei Niang nodded and said, "Girls, go up to the private room number one on the second floor. Line up one by one and don't crowd."

Upon hearing this, the girls filed up the stairs one after another, and the sound of small and orderly footsteps could be heard in the stairwell.

Mei Niang extended her hand, her gesture both elegant and suggestive, "Master, please."

Lan Xiyue nodded slightly and followed Mei Niang up the stairs.

Lan Xiyue entered the private room No. 1 on the second floor. It had carved beams and painted buildings, and pearl curtains were hanging lightly. The air was filled with a faint fragrance. Lan Xiyue walked over and sat at the table.

The door opened slightly, and the first person to step in was the top star of Lichunyuan - Miss Qingluan.

She was wearing a long chiffon dress, the hem of which swayed gently with her steps, like the most delicate willow branches in spring.

Qingluan's face was elegant and refined, and her eyes seemed to hold countless stories. She slowly entered the room, closed the door, and walked over. She bent her knees slightly, opened her red lips, and spoke in a clear and pleasant voice like an oriole singing out of a valley, "Qingluan greets you, sir."

Lan Xiyue sat upright at the table. She raised her hand gently and said, "Miss Qingluan, you're welcome. Please sit down!"

Qingluan slowly sat down aside, gently twisting the corners of her clothes with her hands, lowering her head slightly. Her shy look was like a newly blooming lotus, which made people feel pity and love for her.

Seeing this, Lan Xiyue smiled gently and said softly, "Miss Qingluan, please extend your hand."

Upon hearing this, Qingluan gently raised her hand, and her scallion-skinned fingers rested lightly on the table.

Lan Xiyue placed her fingers on her pulse to feel it, and after a moment, she slowly withdrew her hand.

Seeing this, Qingluan couldn't help but feel uneasy. A trace of panic flashed in her bright eyes: "Master, this slave's illness..."

"Miss Qingluan, don't be nervous. It's just gynecological inflammation that causes excessive vaginal discharge and dull stomach pain."

After saying that, Lan Xiyue opened the bundle on the table. She picked out a few medicinal herbs, enough for seven days, wrapped them in paper, and handed them to Qingluan.

"Miss Qingluan, take the medicine back and boil it. Drink it in seven days and you will be cured."

When Qingluan heard this, a ray of hope as bright as the stars instantly lit up in her eyes. She looked up in disbelief, her voice filled with a hint of surprise and trembling that she could hardly conceal: "Sir, are you serious?"

She once stepped into a clinic and faced the doctor's contemptuous and vulgar look, but could only endure it silently.

Because in this place of fireworks, she is suffering from a stubborn disease. If she wants to continue to survive in this Lichun Courtyard, she must find a glimmer of hope for recovery.

Money flows like water, but what it brings in return is only temporary relief and more pain.

Whenever it was late at night and everyone was asleep, the pain would follow her like a shadow, and when she was serving guests, the guests' rudeness would cause her unbearable pain.

Those former regular customers lost their former charm when she served them, and instead fell into the arms of the new top star, Hong Yuan.

Lan Xiyue raised her eyebrows slightly, her expression showing a certain confidence and composure: "Seriously."

At this moment, Qingluan suddenly stood up slowly, like a willow branch swaying gracefully in spring, and she sat lightly on Lan Xiyue's legs.

With her hands hooked around Lan Xiyue's neck, her eyes were filled with tenderness and charm. She cast a wink and her voice was as soft as honey, as if water could drip out of it: "Sir, I am willing to serve you."

Lan Xiyue couldn't help but wail in her heart, what a beautiful girl! Throwing herself into her arms like this, with her soft body pressed against hers, and the warm breath blowing against her face, it was hard to control herself.

Faced with such a little devil, even she, a woman, couldn't resist her bewitching charm, let alone a man?

Lan Xiyue stretched out her index finger and gently lifted Qingluan's chin, "Oh my! Miss Qingluan is really attractive, but it's a pity that I am not worthy of her!" There was a hint of teasing and helplessness in her voice.

Upon hearing this, Qingluan frowned slightly, and a hint of confusion and doubt flashed in her eyes.

She looked at Lan Xiyue carefully, and suddenly, her eyes fell on the small ear hole on Lan Xiyue's ear.

At that moment, she seemed to be struck by lightning, and all her doubts and confusion disappeared.

The corner of her mouth curled up into a meaningful smile, "So the master is also a girl, it's my fault that I was shortsighted and didn't realize that the master is also a girl."

Lan Xiyue smiled slightly, with a sense of ease and relief in her smile: "Miss Qingluan is indeed very intelligent."

"Everyone looks down on women from our brothel, yet you come here to treat us. Aren't you afraid of being discovered and damaging your reputation?"

"So what? As a doctor, you should treat everyone equally."

System: "The host speaks with such awe and dignity, is there anyone who can save the world in modern times?"

"System, don't bring up things that are irrelevant. If it weren't for the merits I would be such a kind-hearted doctor?" In the past, some people offered sky-high prices, but that depended on her mood. Now, in order to earn merits, how could she not be such a kind-hearted doctor!

Qingluan slowly got up from Lan Xiyue's legs, with a hint of reluctance and teasing in her movements.

She picked up the already wrapped medicine bag on the table, then Qingluan took out a silver note from her bosom and stuffed it into Lan Xiyue's arms. She also took the opportunity to gently touch Lan Xiyue's chest, a smug smile on her lips: "There are many sisters outside waiting for me to see them. When I'm done, Qingluan will come and play music and dance for me."

After she finished speaking, she withdrew her hand, picked up the medicine bag, and walked out gracefully.

Lan Xiyue couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth. She didn't expect that she would be touched so boldly by a woman.

Lan Xiyue quickly calmed down and continued to treat other girls in Lichunyuan.

These girls, some charming and some aloof, all without exception, suffered from gynecological inflammation due to being in brothels.

Several girls had more serious conditions and needed acupuncture treatment for several consecutive days; the rest mostly had some common gynecological inflammations, varying in severity.

After all, in this ancient society, the women in brothels had to face the bitterness and helplessness behind the endless social engagements and pleasures.

These gynecological inflammations are more like a part of their lives, difficult to avoid and difficult to talk about.

Among them was a girl named Qing'er, whose condition was particularly serious. Her whole body was covered with pus, and her voice was filled with anxiety and despair.

She had been to a clinic before, but was diagnosed with syphilis, which was incurable.

The doctors in the clinic avoided her like the plague. When Lan Xiyue told her that "it's not difficult to cure", Qing'er could hardly believe her ears.

A hint of surprise flashed across her eyes, and then turned into deep doubt: "Master, are you serious? Can I really be saved?" Her voice trembled a little, as if she was grasping at the last straw.

Lan Xiyue nodded gently. "Don't worry. I'll prepare the medicine in a few days and I'll definitely be able to cure you. Now, I'll give you acupuncture to relieve your condition."

When Qing'er heard this, tears welled up in her eyes.