Chaos erupted in the front hall. Madam Wang hugged her daughter's shoulder, tears streaming down her face. "Xueru, wake up! Don't scare your mother!"
Master Wang's expression changed drastically. He rushed forward to check on his daughter's condition, shouting in alarm, "Quickly, fetch a doctor! Xueru! Xueru!"
The girl, who was so vibrant just moments before, now had furrowed brows and a pale face. In the light, one could vaguely see the fine, bluish veins under her skin, and her lips, which should have been bright red, were completely devoid of color.
"A doctor's skill lies in observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation." This is what my master taught me.
Sun Miao'er remembered every word her master had said to her. She only realized how little she knew when she needed it. Why hadn't she learned more? She only knew the basics. But it was enough.
After briefly checking Wang Xueru's pulse and examining her tongue and eyelids, Sun Miao'er's tense body relaxed considerably.
She turned around and soothed the anxious Mr. and Mrs. Wang in an extremely gentle tone, "Master and Madam, there is no need to worry too much. I know a little about medicine. Miss Xue Ru is fine for now, but we will have to wait for the doctor to examine her before we can say for sure."
Half an hour later, the servant came running in, panting, and almost fell to the ground.
Master Wang shouted sternly, "I told you to fetch a doctor!"
The servant took a breath and explained haltingly, "Reporting to the master, earlier today, many people who went to watch the lantern lighting ceremony fainted after returning home. Many who were left behind for questioning also developed the same symptoms. All the doctors have been summoned by the government. I even went to the few places we used to frequent, but no one would treat me."
"Oh dear! What should we do?!"
Master Wang sighed deeply, watching helplessly as his beloved daughter fell into a coma. For a father, this was truly a moment of despair.
This is why he insisted on having Ziqian take the imperial examination no matter what. No matter how big or powerful a family is, it can't be bigger than an official family. After such an incident, even if they had money, they would have nowhere to use it.
"Master, a man is knocking on the door. He says he's a traveling doctor who can treat Miss!"
Suddenly, a servant came to report, and a smile, as if a withered tree had been revived, appeared on Master Wang's face. He hurriedly said, "Quickly, quickly invite him in!"
Sun Miao'er was suspicious. Why would there be a traveling doctor in the middle of the night?
The sound of rustling footsteps came from outside, and the man's voice seemed to stretch out endlessly in the moonlight. The night-blooming cereus in the garden had bloomed at this moment, and a faint fragrance wafted in.
Sun Miao'er smelled the scent, which seemed to be mixed with some familiar aromas.
But her mind was too heavy at that moment, and she couldn't remember anything.
It wasn't until the footsteps drew closer that she could see who it was.
The word "Master" stuck in his throat and he didn't utter it.
Why would Master be at the Wang family's house so late? Could it be that he's looking for her?
Fortunately, Wei Jingnian and Wang Su helped Wang Xueru to the inner courtyard; otherwise, given his temperament, he would have called her out by her full name.
The master wouldn't even look at her, probably because he didn't want others to know about their relationship.
Sun Miao'er glanced at Fu Yuchi out of the corner of her eye, only to find that her master didn't even bother to look at her properly.
It seems she was overthinking it.
His face still held a gentle smile, and he first introduced himself, "Greetings, sir. My surname is Fu. I heard on the way here that your young lady has fallen seriously ill and there is no doctor nearby who can make a house call. Doctors are compassionate, so I have come to your door to treat your young lady."
When Master Wang first heard that a traveling physician had come to the area, he was overjoyed. But now that he saw the man, he couldn't help but feel worried. So young and handsome, was he really here to see a doctor?
“Master Wang, saving lives is the priority. From the description of the symptoms given by your servant, I suspect your daughter has been poisoned.”
Fu Yuchi raised his eyes and looked at Sun Miao'er with a half-smile, "Don't believe some superficial and one-sided words."
Sun Miao'er sensed it; when he finished speaking, a hint of disdain flashed across his lips.
After hesitating for a long time, Master Wang finally nodded, "Doctor Fu, please."
Inside the boudoir, Sun Miao'er did not see Wei Jingnian, assuming that Madam Wang was worried about the difference between men and women and had asked him to go back and rest first.
That's fine too.
The woman on the bed was still fast asleep. Several curtains were drawn, completely obscuring her inner state, making it impossible to even see her outline.
“Sir, doctors emphasize observation, listening, questioning, and palpation. If you love your daughter dearly, please remove this curtain.”
Fu Yuchi waved her hand, looking at the furnishings of her boudoir with a helpless expression.
At this point, Master Wang had no choice but to comply, despite his reluctance.
Once everything was ready, Fu Yuchi stood before Wang Xueru's fragrant bed, examining her body and pulse. He remained gentle and refined throughout, and with his outstanding appearance, Master Wang gradually lowered his guard.
"Reporting to the master, the young lady has been poisoned by datura, but the poisoning is not severe. I will prepare a dose of medicine to cure her."
After examining her, Fu Yuchi withdrew respectfully, his demeanor refined and courteous without being servile.
Sun Miao'er then asked, "Does the poison of the Datura flower have a smell?"
Before she could hear the answer she wanted, she suddenly felt lightheaded, and darkness enveloped her, leaving her unconscious.
When she finally regained consciousness and struggled to open her eyes, the figure swaying in front of her startled her.
"Master, Master..."
This was the second time—the second time I woke up after falling into a coma, the person I saw was him.
With each word she spoke, her head throbbed with pain, yet she still forced her eyelids open, just to see the expression on the person's face.
It's not good-looking.
Before she could continue, the man spoke first, his voice icy and accusatory, "You were alone with him just to take such a risk?"
Sun Miao'er couldn't hear anything else, only the words "alone" reached her ears, perhaps because he had emphasized those two words.
The medicine in Fu Yuchi's hand was steaming hot. He stirred it carefully with a porcelain spoon, muttering to himself, "What were you planning to do if I hadn't come today?"
Sun Miao'er regained some consciousness and listened carefully to those words.
What will she do if her mentor doesn't come? What can she do?
She hadn't thought about it; after all, it wasn't a serious poison. "Didn't Master just say it's alright? You can prepare some medicine to cure it."
"What if it's urgent?"
The veins on his forehead bulged, his hand holding the medicine bowl trembled slightly, and his thin lips were tightly pursed as he tried his best to restrain himself.
This face, when smiling, is as beautiful as springtime, and when angry, it's like a storm brewing.
As the medicine was stirred, it splashed out and dripped onto Sun Miao'er's lips. She stuck out her soft tongue and licked it, then frowned.
Yes, it's too bitter.
Fu Yuchi tried to calm down the negative emotions caused by her stubbornness and self-righteousness in hiding the truth. Her hand, which was stirring the medicine, gradually slowed down. After a long while, she said calmly, "It's important. If I don't have time, you will die."
"Take your medicine."
He sighed softly, a sigh tinged with helplessness, disappointment, and a lingering anger.
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