"Alright then, thank you Dr. Meng. I'll go to Dr. Meng's clinic to get the medicine and pay the bill." Lu Yi gestured for Meng Zhelan to give him the prescription.
"Then I will take my leave as well," Meng Zhelan said, cupping her hands in greeting.
"Doctor Meng, please give me a couple of acupuncture needles. I feel a bit dizzy right now, probably because I didn't rest well last night." Prince An looked sickly, as if he was about to collapse at any moment.
Oh dear, is Prince An seriously ill? Never mind, let's give him a couple of acupuncture needles to put him to sleep.
Meng Zhelan gently closed the door. Lu Er, who was standing guard to the side, asked in surprise, "Doctor Meng, what about the Prince?"
"His Highness must not have rested well; he's asleep now. I'll be going now." He hurried away, as if a fierce tiger were chasing him.
Prince An has been complaining of feeling unwell every few days lately.
Every time he went to see her, she would find that there was nothing seriously wrong, but he would still insist that she prescribe medicine and would instruct him to say that he was weak and sickly if anyone asked.
She wanted to refuse, but he offered so much—five hundred taels at a time—no one complains about having too much money. The only thing she could do was prescribe some tonics to make his already healthy body even stronger and more resistant to illness.
Counting the days, Xi'er will be returning to the capital soon. First, go to the real estate agency and ask them to keep an eye out for houses with three courtyards.
The restaurant's backyard might not be enough to live in for a while. "Sweetie, let's go to the dental clinic."
Now Tian Tian can stand on her own, and she follows Meng Zhelan and Ling'er around, responsible for protecting their safety.
Meng Zhelan always planned ahead. She had previously asked Chairman Wang to find a martial arts master for Tian Tian to learn martial arts from.
They often travel outside and need to ensure their safety, but most of the time they follow Chairman Wang, so they are not afraid.
When she returned to Ren'an Hall from the pharmacy, the young apprentice saw her with a look of surprise and delight. "Master, you're finally back! A young lady has been waiting for you for some time, and she brought three or four people with her."
"I'll go take a look." Meng Zhelan was curious what urgent matter could have kept her waiting for so long.
"Are you Meng Zhelan?" It was the maid next to the young lady who spoke.
"Our young lady needs to see you. Please come over quickly."
The maid's attitude wasn't particularly good, but it wasn't bad either; she was more like a dutiful servant.
Meng Zhelan nodded slightly and saw the young lady sitting in the chair.
She looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a peach-colored belted long dress. She had a slender figure, a face like a peach blossom, and beautiful eyes that were bright and deep, as if they could see through people's hearts.
Three men stood beside the young woman: one in a blue robe, one in a black robe, and one wearing a bamboo hat. "Are you Meng Zhelan?" the young woman asked.
“Exactly,” Meng Zhelan replied.
"I've heard you're skilled in medicine?" the young lady asked.
"I suppose so," Meng Zhelan replied.
"My mother is seriously ill, and I would like to ask you to come and visit her," the young woman said.
“Okay,” Meng Zhelan agreed.
“Alright,” the young lady said. “My surname is Lin. My mother is recuperating in a villa outside the capital. I would be grateful if Dr. Meng could make the trip.”
“Okay,” Meng Zhelan agreed.
Miss Lin seemed satisfied with her answer, and smiled slightly, "Then let's go."
The group then left Ren'an Hall and headed out of the capital.
Ten miles outside the capital, there is a secluded courtyard with a large banyan tree in the center. Beneath the tree is a pond with lotus flowers in full bloom, creating a beautiful scene.
A lady named Chu lived in the villa. She was the wife of the Grand Secretary, whose surname was Lin, so everyone usually called her Madam Lin.
"Greetings, Madam." Meng Zhelan bowed to Madam Lin, who was a lady with an imperial title, and according to custom, she should greet her with respect.
"Don't be so polite, Doctor Meng. You are truly a young man of great talent, and possess an extraordinary appearance." Madam Lin looked at Meng Zhelan with a smile.
"Madam, you flatter me. My daughter is unworthy of such praise." She dared not accept such an honor.
"I heard from my master that it was Doctor Meng who saved Her Majesty the Empress; even the imperial physicians were not confident."
"It was just a coincidence that we met. I know a little about traditional Chinese medicine. Please have your daughter take a look at you, Madam. If you don't mind, please let my daughter give it a try." Meng Zhelan carefully considered whether her words were appropriate.
"Then thank you very much." Madam Lin extended her hand.
After a short while, Meng Zhelan said, "A deep and hesitant pulse indicates poor blood circulation and stagnation. Coupled with a sallow complexion and aching limbs, the blood stasis is severe. The treatment should focus on promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis. Once the blood circulation is smooth, then we can regulate the qi and blood."
"That's what the imperial physician said too, but we've been taking the medicine for a year or two without any results," Miss Lin said, puzzled.
"May I borrow the prescription to take a look?" In theory, this illness should not be difficult to cure.
After reviewing the prescription, she asked someone to bring over the dregs of the medicine. This was strange, as there seemed to be nothing wrong with any of them.
She glanced around casually, caught a faint scent of incense, and asked, "What kind of incense is this?"
“It’s agarwood incense. I haven’t been feeling well these past two years, so I’ve been burning incense to calm my nerves and help me sleep.” Madam Lin was somewhat surprised and had someone bring some for Meng Zhelan to examine closely.
He gently rubbed it, smelled it, and frowned slightly.
"This incense was originally meant to calm the nerves and aid sleep, but it contains a little musk, which isn't very suitable for Madam's health." The conversation ended there. Other matters involved some secrets from the inner quarters.
Upon hearing this, everyone in the room looked shocked, but Meng Zhelan pretended not to see it and continued speaking.
"If you trust me, my daughter will prescribe a few doses of medicine, along with some menstrual regulating pills. You should see results in three months."
"Then I'll have to trouble Doctor Meng. Cuizhi, go with Doctor Meng to get the medicine." Madam Lin said calmly.
Meng Zhelan took the small box handed to her by the maid, felt a sudden heaviness in her hand, and left without thinking much about it.
After dismissing all irrelevant people, Miss Lin couldn't help but ask, "Mother, how dare that Aunt Chen?"
"It's alright, I'll handle it. Luckily, my son brought Doctor Meng here today, otherwise I'm afraid I would have..."
Aunt Chen's father has been promoted by Prince Liang in recent years and has risen to the position of Left Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice, a third-rank official.
He always tries to outdo her, and now he even wants to harm her. If this person isn't eliminated, her children will all be in turmoil.
Meng Zhelan returned to the clinic, found a secluded spot, and opened her purse.
Madam Lin is indeed very generous; she actually has one hundred taels of gold. Gold is indeed the most beautiful color, so bright and shiny.
Buying a courtyard is urgent; those boxes of gold and silver jewelry from before the New Year are still locked up at home. I'll wait for Xi'er to come back and pick out some guards from the brokerage. I'll write to her now.
At Hai Shi (9-11 PM), Li Xi made a bowl of braised pork intestine noodles with chili peppers.
As expected, spicy food tastes better. Li Xi slurped the fragrant noodles into her mouth and was extremely satisfied.
"Does it smell good? This is my unique skill, want to try some?" Li Xi blew the noodles on the black-clad man's face to cool them down.
"Spicy and fragrant." She, who usually eats very quickly, deliberately ate slowly and deliberately; she had never been so elegant in either of her lives.
The man's stomach rumbled loudly, and he finally couldn't resist any longer. The torment of waterboarding and the aroma of food stimulated his brain.
"I'll talk, I'll talk, I'll tell you everything!" the man in black shouted, unable to hold back any longer. If he was guilty, he should just be killed instead of being tortured like this.
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