After returning to her residence in the morning, Su Muxi was worried about Azhu. She only slept for a little over an hour before going to Shanci Hall.
After changing Ah Zhu's dressing, he ate a quick meal and then went to Xunfanglou alone with his medicine box.
She was there to treat patients, so there was nothing to hide and she didn't wait for Xie Xuan to come to her.
When the madam of Xunfanglou saw Su Muxi, she was stunned for a moment, but then smiled and welcomed her into the house.
"You must be Miss Su. Why aren't you wearing a veil today? But don't worry, I'll make sure everyone in the building keeps quiet and won't spread the word that you were here!"
The madam had naturally heard of Su Muxi.
He was a highly skilled doctor, but had an ugly red birthmark on his face.
Having seen countless people, she quickly matched the person in front of her with Su Muxi.
Regardless of the relationship between Su Muxi and the Marquis of Anyang's family, and regardless of who is right or wrong, as long as Su Muxi can cure Yan'er, he will be a distinguished guest of her Xunfang Tower!
In places like brothels, it's not uncommon for women to contract venereal diseases, and once they do, they have no choice but to wait for death.
Because no one was willing to treat them, even if some barefoot doctors were willing to help for the sake of money, their condition would not improve in the slightest after a long time.
Over time, prostitutes who contracted venereal diseases would be carried to secluded rooms to quietly await their death.
But now, Su Muxi's appearance has given hope to the women struggling to survive in this brothel.
Yan'er, who was originally unconscious from illness, improved after being treated by Su Muxi only once. If she were treated a few more times, she would surely be able to recover completely.
Su Muxi had no intention of hiding her identity. Now that she had been recognized by the madam, she didn't react much. She just nodded slightly and went to look at Yan'er.
The girls in the building all had the same reaction when they saw Su Muxi: first, they were surprised, then they greeted her with a smile.
However, none of them would take the initiative to talk to Su Muxi.
It wasn't that they disliked Su Muxi's appearance; it was mainly that they were afraid that their lowly status might annoy Su Muxi if they spoke to her first.
If they contract any illness, no one will be willing to treat them.
Yan'er has regained her senses. After Su Muxi's treatment, she is much more energetic, and the pustules on her face have shrunk considerably.
"The medicine I prescribe needs to be taken on time, and the ointment should be applied daily. If there are any changes in your condition, you can come to Shan Ci Tang to see me at any time."
After giving instructions to Yan'er's maid, Su Muxi prepared to leave.
But then Yan'er struggled to get up and had her maid bring out her savings that she had accumulated over the years.
“I know Miss Su is kind-hearted and has no shortage of money, but I have no way to repay the life-saving grace. Please do not refuse this money, Miss Su.”
Women in brothels, besides being young and beautiful, only have money to rely on.
Therefore, Su Muxi will not and cannot accept Yan'er's money.
“Mother Wang has already paid me for my consultation, so I can’t accept this money again.”
"Miss Yan'er, don't worry too much. I have been studying medicine since I was a child in order to heal the sick and save lives, so you don't need to be grateful to me. Just follow my advice and get well as soon as possible, and that will make me feel gratified."
After speaking softly, Su Muxi turned and left.
Yan'er watched Su Muxi's departing figure and cried silently.
Heaven has truly been kind to her, allowing her to meet good people.
Why is God so blind to leave such an ugly birthmark on the face of such a kind and beautiful woman as Miss Su?
If it weren't for that birthmark, Miss Su probably wouldn't have divorced the Marquis of Anyang's heir...
However, leaving the Marquis of Anyang's mansion is for the best. Neither the Marquis of Anyang's wife nor Miss Qiao are kind people. Miss Su deserves a better man!
Su Muxi went to Xunfang Tower in the afternoon, and by the time she finished treating Yan'er, it was already dark.
Refusing the pimp's offer to see her off, Su Muxi left alone through the back door of Xunfang Pavilion.
Looking at the dark alley, Su Muxi took out a veil from her bosom and put it on her face.
She had frightened people when she went out at night before, and ever since then, she has always worn a veil when she goes out at night.
There was no curfew in Qi, but at night, apart from the brothels and entertainment districts, which were still relatively lively, the other streets were deserted.
As Su Muxi was walking home alone, she heard Xie Xuan's voice behind her.
"Su Muxi, I've been looking everywhere for you! Why weren't you waiting for me at Shanci Hall? Why did you go to treat Yan'er alone, and then come home alone late at night!"
Seeing Xie Xuan's angry expression and hearing his somewhat inexplicable question, Su Muxi knew that he was concerned about her.
So she wasn't angry. She just said calmly, "I had nothing to do this afternoon, so I went ahead. I thought I could get home before dark, but I was delayed a bit. However, I'm fine going out at night. Even if I encounter bad guys, they'll be scared away by my appearance."
Before she could finish speaking, Xie Xuan grabbed her shoulder.
"Su Muxi! Can you please stop overestimating your appearance! Not everyone finds the birthmark on your face scary, and not everyone thinks you're ugly!"
Xie Xuan wanted to say one more thing: at least he found Su Muxi pleasing to the eye and very beautiful, but the words stuck in his throat and he couldn't bring himself to say them.
Su Muxi looked into Xie Xuan's eyes, puzzled, feeling that there were some emotions in them that she couldn't understand. Just as she was about to say something, she heard a slightly familiar male voice.
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