Chapter 39: Opening of the Clinic
Song Zijin asked excitedly, "Your Majesty, are you going to give me this book as a gift?"
Liao Yan nodded, and at the end he did not forget to ask: "Miss, after you have finished reading it, can you lend it to me to take a look?"
"Of course." Song Zijin handed him the book generously.
Liao Yan immediately waved his hand and refused: "I will read it after the young lady has finished reading it. There is no rush!"
Today, I saw that the prince's face was not a face and his nose was not a nose. I guess he was blaming me for being lazy and getting up late.
God knows he got up very early on purpose, who knew that Miss Mianmian could get up earlier than the chicken!
If he took the book back to read it first, the prince would kill him with a glare!
Song Zijin smiled and stuffed the book into his arms. "My experience is not as good as Dr. Liao's. You read it first. If I don't understand something later, I can ask you in time~"
Her mother had told her the contents of this book a long time ago. To her, the commemorative significance of the book was greater than learning medical skills.
Liao Yan was so moved that he burst into tears. He quickly put the book in his arms as a treasure and worked tirelessly to prepare for the opening of the clinic.
The opening ceremony was very ceremonial.
Servants wearing clothes with the palace's logo stood in a row. At first glance, you could tell that they were carefully selected. They were all fair-skinned, energetic, and very pleasing to the eye.
All the firecrackers and fireworks were set off, and I'm afraid that everyone on Jinxiu Street was attracted.
But the effect is very poor.
There was no way. There had never been a clinic in the capital that was doing booming business from the first day it opened. Even if we knew that the clinic was a royal property, it was useless.
A few common people were peeking in at the door, and at most a few who revered King Jin Yue came in to buy some common medicinal herbs.
Song Zijin obviously didn't expect this, and was hit hard. He sat in the back hall sighing.
"Miss, I just asked around. Business was not good in the first few days after the clinic opened, especially because the doctors didn't treat the local residents. It takes time to build up business," Fu Yue comforted.
Song Zijin curled the corners of his lips and said, "Then we'll just wait for the first destined person to come."
It’s a pity that there is no one with destiny today.
When it got dark, Song Zijin accepted his fate and went back to rest.
The palace is quiet and luxurious on a summer night.
The moonlight was like silver, shining on the courtyard with carved beams and painted buildings, casting a hazy light and shadow.
The gentle breeze brings bursts of floral fragrance, constantly flattering the travelers who are traveling under the stars.
It’s a pity that Song Zijin was not in the mood to appreciate it.
I was dejected all the way and sighed out all the anger for the coming year.
"Sighing like this, aren't you afraid of turning into a little old lady?"
When Song Zijin heard the voice, he looked up and saw Xiao Linyuan standing under the paulownia tree.
He was wearing a dark brocade robe embroidered with dark cloud and dragon patterns, and he looked majestic in a low-key manner.
The difference was that her complexion was much better today, and her hair was no longer loose, but tied up high and fixed with a jade hairpin, exuding a hint of warmth, neutralizing the invisible pressure.
Even though he already knew the power of this face, Song Zijin was still stunned for a moment.
After being amazed, I inexplicably felt a lot of grievances and wanted to tell a few things.
But thinking of the awkward relationship between them, he swallowed the urge to confide in others.
"Your Majesty."
It's so pitiful. Because there is no business after the opening, the voices are weak, like eggplants hit by frost.
Xiao Linyuan's heart tightened, and he strode forward, stretching out his left hand with his palm facing up.
"Look—"
Song Zijin frowned slightly. What are you looking at?
"Your Majesty, I don't know how to read palms..."
"...Look at the wound."
Song Zijin was extremely embarrassed. She could swear that she was not so stupid normally. Why did she always feel like her soul was leaving her body in front of Xiao Linyuan?
She let out the breath she had been holding in small puffs without making a sound, and only then could she calm down and look at the wound.
"Your Highness, the swelling on your finger has subsided. If you continue using the medicine for two days, it will form a scab."
"Well, so you are very powerful." Xiao Linyuan said seriously.
These words of encouragement were like a sudden rain falling on the barren land, instantly making bright flowers grow in this barren land.
"Your Highness..." Song Zijin's voice trembled slightly.
All the frustration and grievances of the entire day poured out, accumulated in her eyes, and were about to turn into crystal tears.
Xiao Linyuan took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it to her.
"Don't be discouraged. You were able to save my life and even remove the poison. I dare say that, with the exception of your master, you are more capable than any doctor in the entire capital, even in Dali. The common people work hard on their own land every day, and their knowledge is shallow. You must have patience and confidence. Time will prove everything to them."
Xuetuanzi seemed to understand, meowed, and circled and rubbed against Song Zijin's legs.
Song Zijin pinched the bamboo leaf embroidery on the handkerchief, her eyes blurred with tears.
She never knew a person's words could be so gentle and powerful.
"Thank you, Your Majesty! I understand!"
The girl had tears in her eyes and smiled particularly brightly.
Xiao Linyuan breathed a sigh of relief. "Since you've come to your senses, come in and have dinner with me."
Unexpectedly, Song Zijin smiled and shook his head. "It's getting late, I can't disturb your Highness's rest. Fu Yue's lunch box contains wontons bought from the roadside. We agreed to eat wontons today!"
The prince is like the moon in the sky, and I am like the mud in the swamp. I dare not defile him in the slightest.
Xiao Linyuan stood there, watching her stubborn figure walking further and further away until she closed the door of the west wing.
Chunsheng picked up the equally dumbfounded Xuetuanzi and whispered, "Your Highness, please go back to your room and have dinner. Miss Mianmian has told you not to eat too late."
Alas, after the prince heard about the situation in the clinic, he sat under the sycamore tree and waited before it got dark.
In the end, they brought back their own wontons.
What is this?
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The next morning, Song Zijin went out early again as if he had been injected with chicken blood.
Throughout the morning, the situation in the clinic was similar to yesterday, with only three or five children looking out the door.
Song Zijin grabbed a handful of candy and gave it to them. They were very shy and didn't dare to come forward.
"Why not?" she was puzzled.
The leader of the children, like an old hen, shielded the others and said boldly, "Sandan's mother died because she thought you were a doctor dressed like this!"
Song Zijin was surprised. Doctors in Dali had a uniform dress code: a plain robe with a blue scarf, and a blue belt around the waist.
"Sandan's mother must be seriously ill."
The child's head pursed his lips and said, "Sandan's mother made and sold cakes all day long to let him go to the academy. She was so exhausted..."
Song Zijin frowned, feeling sorry for the love of parents in the world.
She went back and took out a handful of roasted peanuts. "Here, how about giving these to Sandan? Peanuts are also called longevity nuts. I wish Sandan a long life, how about that?"
Several people looked at each other, they didn't know whether this doctor was a bad person or not.
Song Zijin bit a peanut, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it. "Look, it's not poisonous. If you have any problems after eating it, come here to find me."
Several children immediately turned their backs and whispered to each other.
"Dad Sandan said that doctors are not good people."
"But I want to eat candy~"
"The Master said that the monks are still in the temple, so we just need to remember the location of this clinic!"
"Big Head is right. Look at this kid's skinny arms and legs. He can't beat us guys!"
These conversations were both infuriating and funny, and Song Zijin felt helpless.
Finally, everyone turned around, carefully grabbed the candy and peanuts from Song Zijin's hand, and ran away.
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