Jiang Shuyue inquired about the patient's condition.
It turned out that Miss Du had a poor appetite and refused to eat, so Madam Du was worried and sent the head maid to ask her to come and take a look.
Qiuju, carrying her medicine box, followed Jiang Shuyue onto the Du family's carriage.
Upon entering the Du residence, we followed the old woman to an exquisite courtyard.
After the maidservant under the porch reported this, a clear and melodious voice came from inside the room, "Quickly, invite the female physician in."
Judging from his voice, he was full of energy and didn't seem like a sick person.
Stepping into the room, Jiang Shuyue's eyes lit up.
The woman had bright, sparkling eyes and a beautiful, delicate face. Her elegant and noble appearance was enhanced by her flowing silk dress.
She leaned languidly against the small couch, her figure delicate and graceful, her neck slender and white like a swan, her wrists as white as snow, her whole being exuding an indescribable gentleness and grace.
"Sister Jiang."
The woman saw who it was and suddenly sat up straight.
The girl sitting on the small couch was none other than Du Yutong, who was engaged to the Third Young Master Wei.
Jiang Shuyue smiled faintly, "Miss Du is right, my surname is indeed Jiang."
Du Yutong: "..." They look so alike.
Du Yutong was three years younger than Jiang Shuyue. Seeing that Jiang Shuyue was poised and elegant, unlike the timid young ladies, Du Yutong hesitated as she looked at the beauty mark on Jiang Shuyue's bright face. She thought to herself, "What a coincidence! There are such similar people in the world."
"The girl seems to be in good spirits and doesn't appear to be sick."
"Shh!"
Du Yutong glanced towards the door and made a shushing gesture.
Once she was sure that only her head maid was outside the door, she spoke up, "Miss Jiang, could you please write me a prescription for a terminally ill patient?"
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