The next day, Meng Zhelan went to the Xu residence again.
Old Xu had just finished taking his medicine, and he seemed to be feeling better. He smiled and nodded to Meng Zhelan, gesturing for her to sit down.
"Dr. Meng, thanks to you, I feel much better today. I heard from Zhiqing that you are a miracle doctor who solved this epidemic. You are truly a promising young man!"
Meng Zhelan said somewhat embarrassedly, "Elder Xu, you flatter me. It's just a doctor's duty."
She glanced at the leftover breakfast on the table and suddenly had an idea. "Mr. Xu, let me take your pulse. There are a few medicinal dishes that will be very beneficial to you right now."
Just then, Xu Zhiqing came in and her eyes lit up when she heard this: "Really? Doctor Meng, that's wonderful, thank you so much."
Meng Zhelan nodded to him, then quieted down and focused on taking his pulse.
After a cup of tea, she asked Tian Tian to prepare pen and ink. After thinking for a while, she wrote five or six medicinal diet recipes in a long and flowing manner.
He handed it to Xu Zhiqing and instructed him, "Master Xu, please arrange for someone to cook two dishes for Old Master Xu for each meal. These medicinal dishes will be helpful to his health."
Mr. Xu was deeply moved, never expecting that Doctor Meng would be so considerate of others.
He grew up with his grandfather, and his parents often went out to do business since he was a child.
Although they were the richest people in Mu City, he disliked being with sycophants from a young age, so he only ever followed his grandfather.
So when his grandfather fell ill, he searched for famous doctors everywhere, but none of them could help him.
Unexpectedly, he ran into Meng Zhelan and thought he would ask her to give it a try. To his surprise, she easily got his grandfather out of danger.
"Dr. Meng, I really have nothing to repay you with except some gold and silver jewelry. If there is anything I can do to help you in the future, please don't hesitate to ask."
Upon hearing this, Meng Zhelan waved her hands repeatedly, "Master Xu, you have already paid the consultation fee, there is really no need to trouble yourself any further."
After a long back-and-forth of refusing, a plump middle-aged man strode into the dormitory.
“Father, your son has returned. I heard that the divine healer has cured you, so I rushed back.”
The middle-aged man stopped in front of Old Xu's bed, looking at his father with concern.
"You've come back just in time. You should thank Dr. Meng properly." Old Xu looked at Meng Zhelan with a kind expression.
The middle-aged man waved his hand and said, "Someone, pick out a box of the things I brought back and bring it over."
The servant hurried to the storeroom and soon returned with a sandalwood box.
Upon opening it, one finds nothing but gold, silver, and gemstone jewelry.
"Dr. Meng, you are a great benefactor to our family. Please accept this small token of our gratitude." The head of the Xu family looked at Meng Zhelan with a sincere expression.
"This, this is too much, I don't need it, please don't make things difficult for me, Mr. Xu." Although Meng Zhelan was momentarily dazzled, she had never received so much money for a consultation before.
Master Xu directed his men to move the boxes to Meng Zhelan's carriage, completely disregarding her refusal.
Xu Zhiqing looked at Meng Zhelan somewhat embarrassed, "Dr. Meng, please don't mind, my father is just like this. Please accept this, it's all from our heart."
They're already loaded onto the carriage, what else can be done? Meng Zhelan was helpless; is this how rich people are?
Before long, a group of women dressed in flamboyant clothes walked into the courtyard, chatting and laughing as they surrounded the head of the Xu family.
"My lord, you're finally back. I've made some soup," the woman in pink said.
"My lord, I've also made some sweet soup," the woman in blue said coquettishly.
Meng Zhelan felt a sense of disgust at the scene before her, and her eyes inadvertently revealed impatience. She then said, "I have something to do, so I'll take my leave first."
Xu Zhiqing had no choice but to lead the way. "Doctor Meng, let me see you out."
Sweetie carried the medical kit and walked behind. Lu Er, who was standing next to her, looked at the two people in front of him and curled his lips. His Highness had been robbed.
Back at the residence, Prince An sat down for a meal on the first floor and was pleasantly surprised to see Meng Zhelan.
These past few days, he led his men on both overt and covert investigations, and finally, they had yielded results. He could now return to the capital to report to his father, the Emperor, and he was quite excited at the thought of returning to the capital with Meng Zhelan.
"Dr. Meng, have you gone sightseeing in the vicinity? Mu City is indeed worth visiting. It's a pity we have to return to the capital to report. You have made a great contribution this time, so think carefully about what reward you would like."
Since Prince An had said so much, Meng Zhelan also told him about her experiences outside over the past two days.
“The Xu family…” After listening to Meng Zhelan’s words, Prince An pondered for a moment and then said, “The Xu family is a family with hundreds of years of history. Some small trinkets are nothing to them. Since they are giving them to us, we should accept them without worry.”
However, the Xu family is a bit complicated; we'll need to send someone to investigate...
"Your Highness, when will we depart for the capital?" Meng Zhelan longed to go home at that moment.
The matter was settled, and Prince An had arranged the route back to the capital.
"Let's set off tomorrow. You should get some rest; traveling is tiring." After finishing his meal, Prince An returned to his room.
Lu Er followed him inside and told Prince An about Doctor Meng's affairs over the past few days.
"Your Highness?" Lu Er called out softly when he saw that Prince An had not responded for a long time.
"It's nothing, I understand." Prince An waved his hand, signaling Lu Er to leave.
Lu Er was taken aback. What was wrong with the prince? His face darkened upon hearing about Doctor Meng and Master Xu; perhaps he was feeling threatened.
Meng Zhelan was also tired, so she went back to her room, read some medical books for a while, and then rested.
These medical books were found at a bookstore; I never expected she would become just like her father.
However, life is much better than before. If I hadn't met Xi'er, I don't know where I would be making a living now.
Thinking of Xi'er, Meng Zhelan wished she could go to Kyoto immediately.
The sky outside was a clear, bright blue, and the quiet atmosphere made her drowsy. Soon she drifted off to sleep.
In her dream, she saw Xi'er, but she was different from the usual Xi'er. At this moment, Xi'er was holding a sword and wanted to stab herself in the heart.
Xi'er's eyes were filled with despair and pain. Her lips trembled as if she were saying something, but she couldn't hear it.
She tried to move forward, but her feet seemed to be nailed to the ground and she couldn't move.
He could only watch helplessly as Xi'er plunged the sword into her own heart, blood gushing out and staining Xi'er's white dress red.
Her heart felt like it was being torn apart. She wanted to scream, but something was blocking her throat, and she couldn't make a sound.
He could only watch as Xi'er collapsed to the ground, watching her life gradually fade away until the last glimmer of light disappeared from her eyes.
Meng Zhelan's vision was blurred with tears. She didn't know why she was there or why she was seeing this.
All she knew was that she had lost Xi'er.
Suddenly, Meng Zhelan woke up and found her face covered in tears.
She touched her face and felt a chill. Looking around, she realized she was lying in her own bed.
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