"Qiu Yan, where is Qiu Yan?"
"My sister couldn't come because of something. Uncle, if you're feeling unwell, just tell me." Qiu Ling'er had never met Duan Xiang in person before, so she didn't recognize him.
Qin Susu was somewhat surprised. What happened to Duan Xiang?
"I'm not wrong anywhere, it's my son Duan Xiu." These past few days, Prime Minister Duan has been running around taking care of Duan Xiu's illness.
Originally, he didn't want to come to Wangyou Hall because of his relationship with Gu Qian.
Unfortunately, he went to every pharmacy and clinic, but all those quack doctors told him to prepare for his death.
Good heavens, this is going to kill him!
Zhao San, of course, did not know Duan Xiang either.
Qin Susu had originally intended to go up and say hello, but Duan Xiang was in such a hurry that he couldn't even see her.
She couldn't help but wonder, how could Duan Xiu, a perfectly healthy person, suddenly fall ill?
Duan Xiang carefully examined Qiu Ling'er, and seeing that she was a young woman, he became somewhat distrustful of her.
Finally, he fixed his gaze on Zhao San.
"Are you the doctor in this shop? Doctor, help me, help me!" Who would have thought that the dignified Prime Minister Duan would become a completely different person because of his son's illness?
Zhao San: "I'm not a doctor, my niece is." He looked at Qiu Ling'er.
At this moment, Qiu Ling'er had already stepped forward, looked at Duan Xiang gently, and nodded to him.
"Young lady, are you a female healer here?" Duan Xiang asked.
"Yes, that's me." Qiu Ling'er nodded seriously. "What happened to your son?"
"He...come with me quickly, save my son's life!"
There was no time to lose, so Qiu Ling'er carried her medicine box and followed behind Duan Xiang, hurrying along.
Before long, they arrived at the Duan residence.
Qiu Ling'er stared at the words "Duan Mansion" on the gate tower plaque, her body stiffening suddenly, and she no longer wanted to go.
However, saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda.
She followed Prime Minister Duan into the Duan residence and went straight to Duan Xiu's courtyard.
Inside the dormitory, Duan Xiu lay on the bed with his eyes closed, barely clinging to life.
Prime Minister Duan politely invited Qiu Ling'er into the house, then hurried to Prime Minister Duan's bedside.
"Please, young lady, take a look at my son's injury. When will it heal?"
"Please wait a moment." Qiu Ling'er followed forward.
Duan Xiu, standing before me, was pale and his lips were white.
Qiu Ling'er then took Duan Xiu's pulse.
The pulse was weak, almost imperceptible.
"You lost too much blood and your vital energy was depleted." Qiu Ling'er asked, "Where are you injured?"
This is clearly not an internal emergency.
"Here." Duan Xiang lifted the quilt, revealing Duan Xiu's upper body.
In an instant, the wound on the side of his chest, which was wrapped in white cotton cloth, was exposed.
"Has medicine been applied?" Qiu Ling'er continued to ask.
Duan Xiang: "I've been treated, but the wound isn't getting better."
"Let me see." Qiu Ling'er began to carefully peel off the cotton cloth covering Duan Xiu's body little by little.
"Be careful." Duan Xiang was heartbroken, fearing that his son would lose his life at any moment.
"Hmm." Qiu Ling'er slowed down her movements, and after the cotton cloth was removed, she slowly took off the herbal medicine applied to the wound.
The wound itself wasn't large, but the surrounding bruises and swelling were quite noticeable.
She frowned.
"Why didn't you see a doctor sooner?"
Qiu Ling'er could tell at a glance that the wound was obviously infected.
"We've seen it, and the local doctors have used their medicine, but the wound isn't getting better; it's just getting worse. All the doctors are at a loss."
"Young lady, please go ahead and get treatment. It doesn't matter how much it costs."
Qiu Ling'er: "You're lucky to have come across our Forget-Worry Hall. My sister's medicine is unique. I can examine Young Master Duan, but his condition is not good. If I can't cure him, don't blame me."
As she spoke, she gently wiped Duan Xiu's wound.
My sister said that anti-inflammatory drugs are not foolproof.
Even though her sister later developed many anti-inflammatory drugs and improved upon the original ones, there's always a loophole, and Qiu Ling'er still couldn't be too certain.
"As long as there is a glimmer of hope, I will not give up." Duan Xiang said earnestly, "If you cure my Xiu'er, I will repay you with a thousand taels of silver for the consultation fee."
Qiu Ling'er: "Ten taels is enough." Their pharmacy has always been fair and just.
"Wangyoutang is truly a benevolent and righteous pharmacy!" Duan Xiang had just relaxed when he heard Qiu Ling'er's words again.
"No money back if it can't be cured."
My heart grew cold.
"Is your sister really Qiu Yan?" Duan Xiang suddenly asked.
"Exactly." Qiu Ling'er said proudly, having already opened the medicine box and covered it with medicinal powder.
In this way, the young master's wound, with its bruises and swelling, will gradually subside.
Duan Xiang: "What a pity."
Qiu Ling'er: "What's a pity?"
Duan Xiang: "It's a pity...it's nothing." It's a pity that Gu Qian doesn't acknowledge him, so this daughter-in-law is even less likely to acknowledge him.
...At the same moment, Qiu Yan was strolling along the street with her aunt and niece, Qiu Yumei.
Qiu Yumei's gaze kept lingering on Qiu Yan's lower abdomen, a happy smile on her face.
That's wonderful! After many years of marriage, Xiaoyan is finally pregnant, and she is overjoyed.
She once thought that Xiaoyan had a health problem and was unable to have children.
She was still worried that Gu Qian would dislike Xiao Yan because of this incident and take another concubine.
"Your aunt was worried that you would be pregnant and no one would take care of you, so she rushed here with Bai Yang, the bodyguard. Now, in her spare time, your aunt can take care of you while also looking after the business."
On the way, Qiu Yumei spoke excitedly.
Previously, Qiu Yan had mentioned doing business in Shangjin to her, so she had always been thinking about strengthening herself.
"Auntie, you're so kind." Qiu Yan nodded with a smile. In her heart, her aunt was as kind as a mother and loved her like a daughter.
"But Aunt, you've just arrived in Shangjin, so relax first. Don't rush into business matters." Qiu Yan was also thinking that her aunt had a long journey.
As for my uncle, he has already settled into his life at Shangjin Wangyoutang and isn't too busy every day.
But opening a separate wonton shop would be a different story.
"Auntie isn't afraid of being tired," Qiu Yumei insisted. "Auntie can't hold Xiaoyan back now."
Qiu Yumei meant that Shangjin was not the same as Chengxian, especially considering Gu Qian's status as a general.
She didn't want Xiaoyan to be looked down upon because of her family.
She wasn't insecure; she just felt that now that she was here, she wanted to live like someone superior.
"How could that be?" Qiu Yan never thought that her aunt would hold her back.
The two chatted and laughed as they looked around at the shops facing the street.
As I passed by the Qin family mansion, I saw a white sail hanging in front of the gate.
Qiu Yumei looked at it carefully but didn't notice anything.
Seeing this, Qiu Yan wondered, "Who in the Qin family has died?"
But then he heard the people around him whispering among themselves.
"Alas, that vicious woman Qin deserves this retribution."
Qiu Yan understood immediately; it turned out that Qin Shi had been assassinated by His Majesty.
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