The days passed by one by one as usual.
The clinic charges a low fee and has advanced diagnostic techniques, so it is filled with patients every day.
Several apprentices are also very patient and professional, treating every patient equally.
We will not let any patient cut in line just because he is rich and powerful, nor will we laugh at or despise any patient just because his illness is difficult to talk about.
Even the youngest, He Xiaosi, is as steady as a veteran, and no patient would refuse to see him because of his young age.
Many other doctors in the capital would come to the clinic to observe and learn, hoping to improve their medical skills.
There is no malicious competition and the atmosphere is good.
Song Tingwan occasionally goes to the clinic to stay for a while.
They also need her help when they encounter a disease that they are unsure of.
A few days later, I heard that the mistress of the Duke's Mansion had cleaned up the house and drove out the concubines and their sons.
The means are thunderous.
Song Tingwan smiled.
It seems that the antidote given by Liu Yue took effect, and Song Qingyu found out the truth of half a year ago.
Everything is proceeding in an orderly manner.
It’s been a long time since I last saw Miaoyi.
I remember that before the clinic opened, Miaoyi said that she would come to support it on the opening day. As a result, the clinic has been open for so many days, but she has not shown up.
During this period, Song Tingwan went to the palace once to visit Concubine Rong who was suffering from smallpox.
Her condition has improved a lot.
Song Tingwan changed some medicine for her.
I believe she will be cured soon.
Maybe we can make it before the Chinese New Year.
It was nearing the end of the year and the temperature was extremely low.
Song Tingwan was sitting in Huixiang Garden, rocking in a rocking chair and enjoying the falling snow outside.
The first snow fell today, like white goose feathers, slowly falling down in large flakes.
Soon the ground was covered in white.
Song Tingwan held the heater in her arms and wrapped herself tightly in a blanket to resist the cold.
Looking out over the courtyard wall, Song Tingwan's thoughts couldn't help but drift away.
I wonder if Xiao Yunze is cold there.
Beiliang is further north and has lower temperatures.
Maybe even hail.
She asked him to bring the warm military coat, so he should be wearing it, right?
Thinking of this, Song Tingwan couldn't help but feel a little annoyed again.
I should have bought more hot packs earlier. They are cheap and practical.
I don’t know if the fuel we brought is enough for the convoy to return.
While his thoughts were in a mess, Song Tingwan heard a soft call.
Coming back to his senses, his gaze fixed on Suzaku outside the house.
Suzaku's clothes remain unchanged and look thin.
Song Tingwan suddenly blurted out, "Xiao Yunze is the crown prince, is his salary very low?"
Suzaku was stunned. "Goddess, what are you talking about?"
"What do you call it here, money? Salary?" Song Tingwan put his hands on the stove, feeling the concentrated heat.
Suzaku finally realized what was happening and scratched his head. "The monthly salary is fixed, it's the court's rule. But the master will give us more depending on the situation. The master treats his subordinates very well."
And bonuses?
Xiao Yunze is really open-minded.
Song Tingwan raised an eyebrow. "Since you receive a lot of money every month, why don't you buy some thick clothes? The weather is getting colder, be careful not to catch a cold."
Finally understanding what Song Tingwan meant, Zhuque chuckled twice, "Goddess, don't worry."
"We martial artists have internal strength to protect us, so we are not afraid of the cold."
Song Tingwan:?
Could it be that the internal forces mentioned in martial arts novels are all true?
etc.
Song Tingwan suddenly thought of the time before Xiao Yunze went on the expedition.
One day the temperature was particularly low. Song Tingwan went straight back to Huixiangyuan after returning from the street and found a thick blanket to wrap herself in.
I just sat on the couch, watching the cached drama on my phone which had little battery left.
After a while, Xiao Yunze came over, looked at her pitifully and said he was cold.
In the end, the blanket, which was not big to begin with, managed to wrap around the two people.
Air leaks in from time to time.
Every time the blanket got cooler, Xiao Yunze hugged her tighter.
Because he is cold...
But Zhuque said that people who practice martial arts are not afraid of the cold, and that day was not as cold as today.
How can you be so childish?
Cha Cha, so cute...
Zhuque stood in the cold wind, not afraid at all, but just looked at Song Tingwan who suddenly smiled, feeling a little confused.
But he understood.
When the goddess is happy, the master is happy. When the master is happy, he is happy.
Then, Zhuque also smiled with his teeth bared, letting the cold wind pour into his throat.
What is Suzaku laughing at?
Song Tingwan was a little puzzled. She dismissed the image of Xiao Yunze from her mind and coughed twice. "What's the matter with you coming to see me?"
Upon hearing this, Suzaku said sternly, "Goddess, I have two pieces of news."
"One good news, one not-so-bad news."
"Which one would you like to hear first?"
Song Tingwan: “…”
Lv Yang, who was standing by, couldn't help but burst out laughing, then immediately pursed her lips, looking at her nose with her eyes and her heart with her nose.
Suzaku looked puzzled.
Did he say anything funny?
Song Tingwan: "Let's hear the good news first."
Zhuque beamed with joy, his voice unconsciously getting louder, "News from the front, the master has won!"
Song Tingwan suddenly tightened his grip on the heater, his throat tightened, and he managed to suppress the urge to stand up.
He asked uncertainly, "Really?"
Song Tingwan had all sorts of thoughts in his mind at this moment.
My first reaction was to listen to the blogger’s popular science talk about the history of Daqing.
Beiliang captured three cities of Daqing in succession. The prince led his troops to fight and captured three cities in succession. He thought he had won the war, but was captured alive and tortured by the enemy.
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