"Madam?" The young lady of the Wang family's legs went weak and she almost fell to the ground.
Mo Qingcheng stepped forward and grabbed her sleeve: "Don't rush..."
"Yu'er...cough cough..." The man looked anxious, and his cough became more and more violent as soon as he opened his mouth.
The young lady of the Wang family was named Su Yu. On the bed lay a boy of about ten years old, looking pained and coughing so hard he couldn't speak.
Mo Qingcheng's heart ached: "I've come to heal you..."
Su Yu exchanged a glance with the man, struggled to get up, but was stopped by Mo Qingcheng.
The man was Su Yu's husband, named Wang Xilai. They had a very good relationship and a son and a daughter, and were originally a happy family.
Unfortunately, her parents-in-law were seriously ill and the family was struggling financially, so Su Yu went to Ruyi Village to find some work to supplement the family income.
A glint flashed in Wang Xilai's eyes. He opened his mouth, but couldn't find the right words. With mixed feelings, he went to fetch water.
Mu Wanqing and Mo Qingcheng both took out silver needles, and Su Yu was startled: "Madam, Third Miss..."
"If you trust me, young lady, then let Qing'er help with the diagnosis..." Mo Qingcheng picked up a silver needle and waited for what was to come.
Su Yu said calmly, "Madam...cough cough...please have the Third Miss examine me..."
Mo Qingcheng nodded, indicating that she was a sensible person.
Shangguan Yichen remained silent, holding his sword in his arms, and stood guard to the side.
Mu Wanqing grinned: "Little lady, don't worry, your master is very powerful..."
Su Yu nodded her thanks. She had heard that the Third Miss was exceptionally talented and often tinkered with bottles and jars. Whenever someone in the greenhouse fell ill, they would go to the Third Miss, and there had never been any mishaps.
Wang Xilai walked in carrying a basin of water, and when he saw the scene before him, he almost dropped the basin.
Su Yu glared at the man. What kind of expression is that?
Wang Xilai took a deep breath, steadied himself, and placed the basin aside. He dared not approach and disturb her, nervously watching Mu Wanqing's small hand, afraid that the girl might lose her footing and prick her crookedly...
Su Yu felt the subtle changes in her body and was overjoyed, but was scolded by the little girl.
"Don't get agitated. Do you want your meridians to become disordered and you to die suddenly?"
Su Yu looked guilty and bit her lip hard to keep herself from making a sound.
Hearing the commotion, Mo Qingcheng didn't stop them, focusing instead on treating the little one...
Wang Xilai grew increasingly uneasy, wondering if he had done anything wrong.
Shangguan Yichen frowned slightly, took out a mask from his pocket, threw it to Wang Xilai, and said coldly, "Put it on!"
Wang Xilai looked bewildered, "..."
"Don't infect others!" The young boy's voice grew colder. "What will happen to them if you die?"
Startled, Wang Xilai quickly looked at Shangguan Yichen's expression and put his mask back on.
Half an hour later, Mo Qingcheng wrote out the prescription. After thinking for a moment, she realized that the young lady of the Wang family didn't have much money. With a family of six, they definitely couldn't afford the medicine.
never mind……
Let's go all the way and administer the medicine!
The mother and daughter did not stop for a moment and continued to treat the family members.
Mu Wanqing treated Su Yue's parents-in-law, while Mo Qingcheng treated Wang Xilai and another child.
Another hour passed in the blink of an eye. Mo Qingcheng learned about the cause of the illness from the Wang family members in fits and starts, and a cold glint flashed in her eyes.
It turns out that not long ago, a bald monk came to the village, wandering the streets and alleys, offering free blessings. When food arrived, he would beg for alms as he pleased, and in three days, he thrashed five or six villages in Shatin Town…
Mu Wanqing then asked the most crucial question: What symptoms did that old bald monk have?
Su Yu's eyes reddened. She had thought that monks would not lie, but who would have thought that they harbored evil intentions?
The monk was coughing badly at the time, but nothing else was noticeable.
Mo Qingcheng and Mu Wanqing exchanged a glance and said in unison, "It's fake!"
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