"Don't worry about it. It's what I left behind when I picked flowers for you. I don't want to wash it yet."
Qiao Lian'er couldn't help but smile.
The two sat on a protruding rock halfway up the mountain, with a clear view of the scenery below. Further away, there were crisscrossing farmlands and people working hard at their desks.
The spring sunshine shines on the earth, warm and gentle.
Ten days passed in a flash, and Song Ruier finally finished using up that big bag of medicine.
His wrist seems to have gotten a little better recently, and he even tried writing a few calligraphy pieces.
Just when he thought he was sure he was cured, three days later, he felt a sharp pain in his wrist. When he looked at the broken area, it was faintly bruised and swollen.
Song Ruier frowned. Could this be an unavoidable phenomenon during the recovery process?
He probably bumped his wrist somewhere while he was sleeping at night.
Thinking this way, he didn't take it to heart.
The pain in his wrist lasted for a day, but it was still bearable. He thought the situation would ease on the second day, but he found that it was even more swollen, and the bluish color was turning black.
A sense of foreboding welled up in Song Ruier's heart.
Was that private medical clinic trying to harm him? His eyes suddenly turned cold.
"Shopkeeper, please take a look at my hands and see what's wrong with them."
Song Ruier reached out from her sleeve, untied the cloth wrapped around her hand, and placed it on the counter.
The shopkeeper glanced at his hand and looked puzzled and surprised.
"Oh dear, young master, your hand. I remember when you left, it was getting better, wasn't it? How did it suddenly become like this?"
Song Ruier stared at him, seemingly trying to discern the slightest abnormality from his reaction.
However, the shopkeeper was a seasoned veteran in his fifties or sixties, and his surprise was completely undisguised.
“That’s right. More than ten days ago, you told me I didn’t need to come anymore, and then you gave me a big bag of medicine and told me to boil it into a soup every day and soak my wrists in it. I did as you said, and then something unusual happened on my hands.”
He narrowed his eyes: "Shopkeeper, did you take bribes to ruin my hands?"
“Young master, you can’t just say things like that. Our Xuanhu Medical Clinic has an excellent reputation. We only save people and never harm them. The doctors here will patiently treat you, apply medicine, and bandage you. The fees are not high. How can you turn around and bite me?” The shopkeeper’s face showed a bit of anger.
“I deeply sympathize with the state of your hands, but you can’t pin the blame on our medical clinic; that’s slander.”
"Then tell me, why did my hand become swollen and black after using that big bag of medicine you gave me?" Song Ruier sneered.
"May I ask, young master, did the problem occur within those ten days, or after ten days?"
"So what if it's ten days later? Does that mean the Xuanhu Medical Clinic can shirk its responsibility?"
"If it's ten days later, which specific day? If it's more than three days later, even if there was a problem with the previous medication, it's impossible for it to take this long to manifest."
"Otherwise, wouldn't everyone be able to extort money from Xuanhu Medical Clinic? I'm afraid no clinic would be able to stay in business."
Song Ruier felt she had been tricked and had no way to express her bitterness.
He had used medicine from this clinic before. If it wasn't the clinic's problem, whose problem could it be?
"Don't think I'm easy to fool. So what if it's only three days? Some poisons have a slow onset."
Suddenly remembering something, Song Ruier's expression changed slightly, and she felt a sense of unease.
"Who is the owner of this clinic? I want to see the owner."
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