But she didn't want Yan Jintang to think that her courtyard house was too simple, so she delayed it for half a year.
Strictly speaking, Yan Jintang could be considered her first "patient," a perfect place to practice. Of course, this presupposed Yan Jintang agreed to the treatment. If he didn't, that was another matter.
Yan Jintang was a little hesitant at this time. Ling Ju agreed too quickly and too hastily, which made him a little uncertain.
He stood up, straightened his clothes, and smiled faintly, but the smile did not reach his eyes. "Song Wei, Ms. Ling, I have some things to do, so I'll leave first. I'll go back and think about the treatment. I'll give you an answer later."
Ling Ju glanced at Yan Jintang. Did he still not believe her? Interesting. Believe it or not, she wasn't a man anyway. She wasn't in a hurry. Whatever happened next time, a courtyard house wouldn't be enough.
After Yan Jintang left, Song Wei finally asked the question he had been holding back for a long time, "Sister-in-law, do you have any special abilities?"
Ling Ju was drinking water and almost spit it out when she heard this, and quickly put down the cup.
"Brother, do you think I have special abilities? I just have a good nose. I can smell. Sick people have a strange smell. Of course, I figured it out through experimentation. At first, I thought it was just simple body odor."
Anyway, Song Wei knew nothing, so she just made up something.
Song Wei stared at her, "When did you feel this way?"
Ling Ju thought for a moment, "Strictly speaking, it should be after I got pregnant."
Song Wei pursued the matter to the end, "So how did you save Song Qi in the first place?"
“.....”
"Brother, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first. Let Song Qi talk to you when he comes back."
“.....”
Without waiting for Song Wei to say anything, she rushed out of Song Wei's office.
As soon as I entered the office, Zhen Zhen came over mysteriously and said, "Juzi, a handsome, thin man in a suit just came down from upstairs. He has this kind of morbidly delicate beauty about him that makes a strong woman want to protect him!"
Ling Ju looked at her smiling face and chuckled, "Sickly delicate beauty? Haha, you can describe it like that. But you're not wrong. She is indeed sick, and quite sick."
Zhen Zhen's eyes widened. "Is the illness you're talking about really physical or mental?"
"Bodily functions."
...Okay, it's a little weird, like a male version of Lin Daiyu. But I'm not insulting Lin Daiyu, I'm just saying they both have the same beautiful looks but delicate bodies. But I used to be in poor health, too. If it weren't for my years of martial arts training, I might even be worse off than him."
"Zhen Zhen, it's okay. I understand your thoughts and know you're not belittling Lin Daiyu. We've been together for a few months now, and I know what kind of girl you are. You look carefree, but you're actually careful and conscientious. You advocate for gender equality and hate belittling women!"
Zhen Zhen sat down, "Hey, I knew you understood me, but what's wrong with that man?"
Ling Ju thought about it for a moment and decided it was better not to talk about such things casually. What if she was mistaken? Besides, Zhen Zhen was still an unmarried girl, and in that era, sexual concepts were not so open. So, "I'm not too sure, and he didn't say anything."
"Oh, that's right. I've never seen that person before. He looks like a rich young man who has never suffered hardship."
Not to mention that what Zhen Zhen said was really true. Yan Jintang, a member of the entire Yan family, had never suffered any hardship. His face was as white as jade, and his hands were more delicate than a woman's. Although he looked okay, he was really not the type she liked. No wonder Qi Jing looked down on Yan Jintang.
Qi Jing had grown up playing with the Song siblings, and was used to seeing normal children. She later joined the army, and had seen all sorts of men. She was also in good health, so she certainly didn't want to marry a sickly man. Qi Jing must have known about Yan Jintang's failings, and she hesitated to speak at the dinner table that day, probably because she couldn't bring herself to do so.
But her uncle has set his sights on the Yan family's power, which is difficult to evaluate.
She has read a lot of literature about high-ranking officials in later generations. Children from such families have almost no right to free love, especially in this era.
When she saw Yan Jintang coming, she thought she came because of Qi Jing, but the next day Song Wei told her that Yan Jintang had returned to Kyoto.
"He really doesn't mind the trouble. He came here just to test the waters?"
Song Wei explained to her, "Yan Jintang is very cautious. He always speaks in a roundabout way. People who ask him for favors also do so in a roundabout way. He's never met someone as straightforward as you, so he's probably a little uncertain."
Ling Ju was shocked. "There's something wrong with being straightforward... I don't understand. Do I have to twist a sentence into ten different parts before he'll listen? That's wrong... Never mind. It's not me who's sick, so I'm not in a hurry. If he doesn't get treatment, he'll never get married. That's what I'm saying."
Song Wei raised his eyes from the document and looked in her direction, "Why do you say that?"
Ling Ju ate melon seeds and crossed his legs, "Who wants to find a sickly person?"
Song Wei retorted, "The Yan family is rich and powerful, and there are many people who want to catch up with them."
Ling Ju thought about it and realized that what Song Wei said was not wrong. Money and power were the core. Whether or not one could give birth was not important. If that didn't work, one could just adopt one or foster one. After all, rich people had plenty of ways to do things.
"Okay, his trip was in vain. Staff Officer Qi and Song Qi went on a mission together."
"He's not here to look for Qi Jing."
"Oh? Then?"
"He came to see you."
"See me?" Ah, does she have such a great reputation?
Song Wei twirled the pen in his hand. "Xie Gang and Yan Jinqun were college classmates. You wouldn't believe it, but Yan Jinqun used to study Traditional Chinese Medicine. He couldn't cure Yan Jintang's illness. He heard from Xie Gang that you saved Song Qi, and thought you had some secret remedy that might be effective for Yan Jintang's illness. Yan Jintang came here in person to test you, but he didn't expect you to ask for a courtyard house."
Ling Ju didn't care. "Folk remedies, even orthodox Chinese medicine believes in them."
"The more powerful people are, the more superstitious they are about random things."
Ling Ju became excited, "Are you superstitious?"
Song Wei looked at her. This sister-in-law was like his enemy. "I didn't believe in superstition before, but now I see you, I'm a little unsure."
Ling Ju laughed, "Don't worry, I'm a human, not a monster. Don't worry. Okay, I won't talk to you anymore. I have to go to the cafeteria. I haven't had lunch yet."
Just as Ling Ju was getting up, the door of Song Wei's office was knocked open. It was Chen Yun who came in with a copper hot pot, which turned out to be a copper pot used for hot pot.
"Don't go to the cafeteria, go to my place and let Aunt Wang make hot pot."
Ling Ju gave Song Wei a look, "That's great! I love this! It's a pity I haven't had it for a long time, today I can satisfy my craving! Secretary Chen, let's go downstairs!"
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