"Miss, tomorrow is the day we are to pay our respects to Old Madam Wei. Let's not concern ourselves with the eldest young lady's affairs. After all, she is no longer a member of the Jiang family."
Caiyan was very much looking forward to seeing which family Jiang Jiaojiao would marry into, after all, she had served Jiang Jiaojiao closely for many years and was not young anymore.
She will definitely become her son-in-law's concubine in the future.
Jiang Jiaojiao married well, so naturally she is well too.
At the Jiang residence, after breakfast, Jiang Shuyue stuffed a book into Sui Sui's hand, saying, "Sui Sui, be good. Mother is going to the clinic. Go to Shaohua Courtyard and find Uncle Nangong to read with you."
“Mother, I have already read this book. I can learn to write now. The older brother from Qingyunzhai even praised my neat handwriting.”
Jiang Shuyue said to Qiuju, "Have Mei'er go to Qingyunzhai and buy a few of the smallest calligraphy brushes for Suisui. He's already four years old, so he can start practicing writing slowly."
The deafening crackling of firecrackers echoed through Caotang Street.
The red silk above the shop was slowly lifted, revealing the large, gilded characters "Jishetang".
The bustling street was crowded with people, and pedestrians stopped to look around.
"Jishetang, is this a newly opened clinic?"
A young woman who could read stared at the plaque for a while, then excitedly grabbed a girl next to her and exclaimed, "Look at the words in the lower right corner: Women's Clinic!"
Everyone who heard her speak looked up.
"A women's clinic, a clinic that only treats women and women, that's wonderful! I'll never be afraid again..."
Another woman, in her excitement, suddenly realized that they were in public and quickly swallowed back what she was about to say.
“Who says otherwise? My eldest aunt had a sore on her chest. Since there were no female doctors available, she had a midwife come to see her a few times, but it didn’t get better, and she passed away in less than six months.”
"Yes! Women often have nowhere to seek medical help when they are sick, and many women die young because of illness. With the establishment of women's clinics, we women finally have a glimmer of hope."
More and more women stopped to watch.
Qiuju personally posted the notice that her mistress had written.
She turned and went inside, and the onlookers craned their necks to look.
Even illiterate people couldn't help but take another look.
"Apprenticeships are being recruited. Applicants must be 12 years of age or older, have a passion for medicine, and possess a good memory. Intelligent women are preferred. The monthly salary is generous, but positions are limited."
A young man in front of me was loudly reading the words on the job posting.
The group of women behind him were thrilled.
A clever woman thought of her daughter at home and quietly turned away.
Since there are limited spots, isn't it first-come, first-served?
Before long, the women, belatedly realizing what had happened, hurriedly left.
In the clinic, Qiuju and Lan'er were putting medicines into the medicine cabinet drawer according to their names.
To avoid arousing suspicion, Jiang Shuyue bought some medicinal herbs from a herbalist and then added a lot more to the mixture.
The clinic was very large, with a storefront as big as two storefronts of other shops.
Behind the shop is a courtyard with a kitchen, a well, and several rooms.
Jiang Shuyue plans to use the back rooms as temporary observation areas for patients.
Just like a modern inpatient ward, it is convenient for patients who have traveled from afar or are seriously ill and need to be observed.
The second floor is perfect for storing medicinal herbs. No one else goes up there usually, and it's very convenient for me to take the herbs out of the space myself.
Due to time constraints, Jiang Shuyue explained the layout to Gao Mu, Cang Yun, and Lan'er, leaving the task of arranging the house in the backyard to the three of them.
Qiuju unfolded a large six-panel screen in front of her.
Just as Jiang Shuyue finished setting out her medicine box, a woman wearing a veiled hat walked in.
Qiuju quickly led the woman behind the screen to sit at the table where Jiang Shuyue was seeing patients.
Jiang Shuyue raised her eyes and asked, "Is Madam here for a medical consultation or to pick up medicine?"
Jiang Shuyue asked this question because people here often bring their own prescriptions to the clinic to get medicine.
"Young lady, are you a female doctor?" the woman asked, lifting her veil.
The girl in front of me was beautiful and had an ethereal air about her. In particular, the noble air she exuded was even more impressive than that of a wealthy heiress.
Jiang Shuyue spoke gently and unhurriedly, "I am a female physician. Is Madam feeling unwell anywhere?"
The woman was in her early thirties, dressed in silk, with a beautiful face. To make it easier to wear a veiled hat, she didn't have many hairpins on her head, but they were clearly very valuable.
Even though she was facing a female doctor, the woman's face still flushed.
She lowered her eyes slightly and stammered, "I've been suffering from unbearable itching lately, and bathing every day hasn't helped."
Before Jiang Shuyue could ask any questions, she continued, "I just heard that a women's clinic has opened here, so I rushed over. This illness has been bothering me for many days, and I haven't been able to sleep well at night."
After the woman's description, Jiang Shuyue understood.
This woman has a gynecological disease.
Jiang Shuyue said gently, "Madam, your illness is not serious, so please don't worry. Your husband is usually very particular about cleanliness."
The woman looked up at Jiang Shuyue in confusion, "Is this illness related to him?"
"Of course, the relationship is very significant! Most gynecological diseases in women are caused by men. For example, they don't like to wash their hands, don't like to trim their nails, and don't take a bath before bed. All of these are detrimental to women's health."
Jiang Shuyue paused and then said, "And if they touch unclean women, they might pass on diseases to their wives when they get home."
When she mentioned the last point, the woman's eyes instantly welled up with tears.
"Madam, please don't worry. Come with me to the inner room. We need to examine you to find out the cause of your illness."
"Yes! Thank you, young lady." The woman stood up and gave Jiang Shuyue a slight curtsy.
The examination room was located near the backyard and was well-lit.
Gao Mu and Cang Yun had gone out on business, and there were no men in the clinic. After the examination, the woman was still blushing with embarrassment.
Seeing Jiang Shuyue's brows furrow slightly, the woman asked, "Miss, may I be frank with you? Is my illness related to him?"
Jiang Shuyue knew, of course, who the woman was referring to as "he".
The woman straightened her clothes, and Jiang Shuyue washed her hands.
The two returned to the table in the front hall and sat down.
Jiang Shuyue then took the woman's pulse.
Seeing the woman looking at her expectantly, Jiang Shuyue said, "That's right, this is a type of venereal disease. It requires medication, medicated baths, and treatment from your husband for it to be effective."
"If you are the only one receiving treatment, he will bring the virus back to you once you have recovered."
After hearing Jiang Shuyue's words, the woman's tears streamed down her face, and her voice choked with sobs.
"I knew from the start that the vixen he brought back was of dubious origin."
The woman's eyes were filled with helplessness and sorrow.
"If it weren't for the fact that my child is still young, I wouldn't want to live anymore."
Jiang Shuyue felt a mix of emotions upon hearing this, and she secretly grumbled to herself.
It's probably not enough for me to just treat the woman's illness; I also need to provide her with psychological counseling.
"Madam, please don't think like that. You have parents and children, and they are the people who care about you the most. Your husband is not just yours. It's not worth dying for a man."
The woman looked up and wiped away her tears; her empty gaze gradually regained focus.
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