Chang Yan then noticed that the atmosphere in the dilapidated temple had changed. He quickly told Jiang Si to squat down and, together with Wen Zhiyun, lifted the little chubby girl to relieve Jiang Si's numb spine.
"Why can't I see it?" Jiang Sheng struggled. "I haven't seen it yet. Let me see it again, just a little longer."
Wen Zhiyun was both shy and weak, and almost couldn't hold onto her.
It was only after Jiang San lifted her up from behind that Jiang Sheng was able to land safely.
"What are you looking at?" Chang Yan flicked her forehead. "Is that something a child like you should be looking at?"
Jiang Sheng covered the back of her head, somewhat confused as to why she couldn't look. Her sisters were so beautiful! Although the men were a bit chubby, greasy, and sickly, she looked at her sisters, not that damn prince.
"You're not allowed to look either." Changyan scolded in a low voice, climbed up the bricks to take a look, and quickly covered his eyes and jumped down. "That's enough, Jiang San and Jiang Si, do as we said before."
Two loyal servants' eyes lit up, and they eagerly moved to the other side of the dilapidated temple.
One of them spoke in a high-pitched voice, looking embarrassed.
One of them raised his voice and put on airs.
Wen Zhiyun was still a little timid. He tugged at Chang Yan's sleeve and whispered, "This is not a good idea. I read in Father's medical book that this situation can easily cause stress in men, and they may... have difficulty regaining their virility."
It's really tough on the clean and gentle young doctor; even as she squeezed out those four words from between her teeth, her face turned bright red.
Chang Yan, on the other hand, was much calmer, and said with a half-smile, "He deserves it."
As soon as the two finished speaking, Jiang San and Jiang Si took action.
One of them, mimicking a guard's voice, asked in confusion, "The young master is here?"
A voice, mimicking a deep, middle-aged man's, roared, "You bastard! You've gone to such lengths to keep a mistress hidden away!"
Jiang San and Jiang Si didn't have any special advantages, and their imitations were only about 40-50% accurate, but the people inside were insecure, and the timing was special.
There were two thuds, like something falling to the ground, followed by a man's painful cries, "Ouch, ouch, my leg, my butt, my tailbone..."
Jiang San and Jiang Si rushed back quickly. One picked up Jiang Sheng, and the other pulled Chang Yan and Wen Zhiyun away. They fled at a fast pace.
Before leaving, they didn't forget to break the piles of bricks and stones and cover their footprints with dry branches.
In a secluded corner behind the hillside, the three siblings, panting heavily, sat in the carriage to calm themselves down.
Jiang San and Jiang Si changed their voices again and drove the carriage back onto the official road.
As expected, passing the bottom of the hillside, we saw an anxious coachman who seemed to be heading back to Fengjing to get help.
Jiang Sheng raised her voice at the opportune moment and shouted, "Fourth Brother, where exactly are you going to dig for herbs? It's so far away! Will you even be able to find any today? There are patients waiting at the clinic."
Herbal medicine, medical clinic.
Upon hearing the key words, the coachman, in a fit of rage, didn't have time to think about why a doctor would appear here. He stepped in front of the carriage to block it.
Jiang Sanle stopped the carriage, secretly pleased, but his face was full of anger. "What are you doing? Don't you want to die? We are just doctors from a clinic, we don't have any money to compensate you."
"Doctor, please make a house call. We have a patient here, it's extremely urgent, money is no problem." The coachman smiled obsequiously, "As long as you can cure our young master, any amount of money will do."
Jiang San shook his head impatiently, but Jiang Si, with a quick glance, stopped him, "Are you serious? You'll give us money?"
"Really, really." The driver assumed the two were just greedy and became even more relieved.
After discussing it, Jiang San and Jiang Si finally turned around and reported back.
Under the watchful eyes of her younger brother and sister, Wen Zhiyun said softly, "Then let's go take a look."
The group was led to the dilapidated temple with utmost respect. The man in the brocade robe was placed in a bedroom filled with perfume and powder, his face pale with pain and beads of sweat rolling down his cheeks.
The coachman, probably one of his confidants, leaned forward and whispered a few words to him.
The man in the brocade robe glanced at Wen Zhiyun, then at Jiang Sheng, and finally stared at the long banquet in the corner, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.
But it was only a trace.
He turned to look at Wen Zhiyun and solemnly instructed, "Doctor, I'm afraid of pain, please don't hurt me. The money is negotiable, as long as it doesn't hurt."
Wen Zhiyun nodded. Despite her usual timid and submissive demeanor, she was calm and composed when taking his pulse, as if she were a completely different person.
"There's no internal injury, it's probably just a bone injury. I need to check the wound." He stood up.
Jiang Sheng was still peeking around when Chang Yan grabbed her and pulled her out with difficulty.
Even Jiang San and Jiang Si consciously avoided going out.
The man in the brocade robe nodded in satisfaction. Without even glancing at the people outside, he waited for the door to close before impatiently pulling back the covers.
Inside, Wen Zhiyun was left unaware of how shocking the scene was, but outside, Chang Yan truly breathed a sigh of relief.
It's wonderful that time, like a fine brushstroke, can sculpt a person's appearance to the point that even close relatives wouldn't recognize them.
Even he... is no exception.
Chang Yan lowered her eyelashes, unwilling to recall the past.
Only when they heard Wen Zhiyun's voice from inside did they push open the door and return to the bedside.
"The bone isn't fractured, it's just a sprained tendon and swollen skin." Dr. Wen carefully picked up his pen. "Rest for a month or so, then we'll do some recuperation."
After the prescription was written, the man in the brocade robe glanced at it and suddenly showed a look of surprise.
"Doctor, you've prescribed only cheap medicines," he couldn't help but ask. "Why didn't you prescribe anything expensive? It would cost at least several tens of taels of silver per dose."
Wen Zhiyun, "..."
I've seen many free clinics, but I've never heard of such a bizarre request.
If it were a shrewd doctor, they would have probably changed the prescription long ago, even if it included all sorts of tonics, the more expensive the better.
But after thinking for a moment, Wen Zhiyun shook his head and said, "Medicines, whether expensive or cheap, are all for treating illnesses. A dose costing tens of taels of silver or a dose costing tens of coins has the same effect. There's no need to waste money."
The man in the brocade robe was even more astonished, his expression as if he had seen a ghost.
Wen Zhiyun ignored him, packed up his small medicine box, and slung it over his shoulder. "My clinic is in Fengjing, called Wen's Clinic. If there's any trouble, just come to me."
Perhaps his medical skills are not superb, and perhaps his clinic is not famous, but a doctor must see things through to the end. After examining a patient and prescribing medicine, he has an obligation to witness the patient's recovery.
Admittedly, Wen Zhiyun learned most of his medical skills from Doctor Wu, but his initial enlightenment came from his father, the doctor who raised him, cared for him, and taught him kindness and sincerity.
The twelve-year-old boy stood tall and straight, turning around smoothly under everyone's gaze.
The coachman remembered something and put two silver ingots in his hand.
Without even looking, Wen Zhiyun placed the item in Jiang Sheng's palm and took her little sister's hand in the process.
The group slowly left the dilapidated temple.
Behind them were the astonishment of the man in brocade, the admiration of the coachman, and the reverence of several young women.
Wen Zhiyun remained calm and composed, like a hermit.
Just as they were about to board the carriage, Jiang Sheng couldn't help but mutter, "Fourth Brother is usually so unassuming, but when he acts, I actually believe it."
Wen Zhiyun stumbled, and all her otherworldly charm vanished without a trace.
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