“I once copied the calligraphy of Qingling Shanren.”
Qiuju knew that Qingling Shanren's calligraphy copybooks were quite valuable; the one she had was probably worth more than twenty taels of silver.
A moment later, the carriage arrived outside the clinic.
As soon as Jiang Shuyue stepped one foot into the clinic, Banxia came to greet her.
“Master has finally arrived. There have been more women seeking medical treatment at the clinic these past two days than usual. Yesterday, a woman from another ethnic group came to seek treatment, but left when she found that Miss was not at the clinic.”
As Jiang Shuyue walked inside, she asked with a smile, "Are you a blonde with blue eyes?"
Banxia shook her head. "Her hair is black, she has a high nose bridge, big double eyelids, and thick, slightly curled eyelashes. She's quite pretty."
Seeing that there were still several women waiting in the clinic, Jiang Shuyue went over to help without asking any questions.
Fortunately, the women's ailments were minor, and Jiang Shuyue quickly resolved them with her help.
Just as they saw off the last person, a woman from another ethnic group, whom Banxia had mentioned, entered through the door.
The woman was extremely beautiful and tall.
Just as Jiang Shuyue was worried about language barriers, the woman walked up to her and asked in broken Wanling dialect, "I have a hidden illness, can you take a look at it for me?"
Jiang Shuyue nodded. "Okay, please describe your symptoms."
The woman was describing a problem with her private parts, which appeared to be eczema.
Venereal diseases were not common in this era, so Jiang Shuyue took her to the examination room in the backyard for a check-up, just to be on the safe side.
The woman followed Jiang Shuyue into the backyard.
"Go lie down, I'll wash my hands before I examine you."
Jiang Shuyue turned around as she spoke.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through the back of her neck, and Jiang Shuyue thought to herself, "Oh no."
The person fainted instantly.
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