Chapter 404: Does he look like he has money? Take him back to the General's Mansion first
Yuling turned to the burly man and said, "My dear brother, your wife's illness is serious. If we delay and someone dies, I'm afraid you won't be able to explain yourself. Doctor Qian is a very skilled doctor, so please rest assured that he can treat her."
The sturdy man was beaten unconscious by Song Ruyan's punches and kicks. When he heard that it was someone from the general's mansion, he was scared out of his wits and dared not disobey at all.
He covered his bleeding nose and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, I know I was wrong, I deserve to die! I will follow the arrangements of the young lady and this doctor, all the arrangements!"
The look he gave Qian Mingyuan was no longer as fierce as before, but instead contained a hint of fear.
Song Ruyan glanced at Doctor Qian's swollen cheek and the blood at the corner of his mouth, and her brows unconsciously frowned, but her tone was still aggressive.
"How can you still treat patients in this state? Don't kill people!" Having said that, her eyes lingered on his face for a moment longer.
Doctor Qian gave a bitter smile and said, "Don't worry, Miss Song. It's just a superficial wound. It's nothing serious. Saving lives is the most important thing."
Yuling nodded and said to the burly man, "Why don't you lead the way? If anything happens to your wife, the General's Mansion will definitely investigate thoroughly!"
"Yes, yes, yes!" The strong man dared not neglect, and quickly got up from the ground. Regardless of the pain in his body, he walked tremblingly to the thin woman, wanting to support her.
The woman shrank subconsciously, obviously filled with fear of him.
Song Ruyan couldn't bear to watch any longer, so she stepped forward, gently pushed the strong man's hand away, and said to the woman softly, "Don't be afraid, sister-in-law. We'll take you home and let Doctor Qian take a good look at you."
The woman raised her sallow face, looked at Song Ruyan, tears in her eyes, and nodded gratefully.
The group was led by the strong man in front, Yuling and Song Ruyan protected the woman, and Qian Mingyuan followed behind, enduring the discomfort, and walked towards the woman's home.
The woman's home was deep in a remote alley, consisting of two low, dilapidated thatched houses.
There was a damp and musty smell inside and outside the house, and the light was dim.
The strong man led them to the door and rubbed his hands awkwardly, not daring to say much.
Yuling frowned. This environment was really not suitable for recuperation.
She winked at Song Ruyan, who understood and helped the woman into the inner room and placed her on the only relatively clean bed.
Doctor Qian followed in. He took a deep breath to calm himself, then walked to the bedside and said to the woman, "Don't be afraid. Please stretch out your hand and I'll take your pulse."
The woman timidly stretched out her wrist, and Qian Mingyuan placed three fingers on her pulse, closing his eyes and concentrating.
Song Ruyan stood aside, looking at Doctor Qian's focused expression, and her anger gradually dissipated.
She noticed the cold sweat oozing from his forehead and his tightly pursed lips, obviously trying to endure the pain.
She curled her lips and muttered to herself: Why am I showing off? I'm already in this state.
After a moment, Qian Mingyuan opened his eyes and his expression became more serious.
He whispered to Yuling and Song Ruyan who were standing by, "This lady has lost too much blood, and her Qi and blood are both depleted. Her condition is indeed serious. If we delay for a few more days, I'm afraid she will be beyond help."
Yuling's face darkened when she heard this: "Doctor Qian, is there any way to treat it?"
Doctor Qian nodded and said, "I'll prescribe a prescription to stabilize her condition and stop the bleeding. However, her illness requires long-term care, and the herbs must be refined."
As he spoke, his eyes unconsciously swept across the simple house.
Song Ruyan kicked the burly man and said, "Take the silver."
The strong man: "Where do I have the money..."
The voices were getting smaller and smaller, and Song Ruyan's fists were already hard.
"No money? Your wife is about to die, and you tell me you have no money? I think you are tired of living!"
Yuling quickly grabbed Song Ruyan's arm and whispered in her ear, "Ruyan, don't be impulsive. Look at him. He won't be able to come up with the money even if you kill him."
She turned to Doctor Qian and asked, "What should we do?"
Doctor Qian sighed and said, "Let's take him back to the General's Mansion first. There are a lot of medicinal herbs in the pharmacy. We can't just stand by and watch him die."
The atmosphere on the carriage on the return journey was a little subtle.
Song Ruyan looked at Qian Mingyuan's face, which was covered with bruises, blood at the corners of his mouth, and his clothes were torn in several places. The anger she had just felt dissipated a lot, and was replaced by a kind of inexplicable irritation.
She pulled out a clean handkerchief from her bosom, walked up to Doctor Qian, and said in a stern tone, "Here, wipe it off. It looks like a harlequin cat, so ugly!"
Doctor Qian took the handkerchief, feeling flattered and a little embarrassed.
"Thank you, Miss Song." He gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, grimacing in pain.
"You too, how could you have gotten into trouble with such a scoundrel?" Song Ruyan couldn't help but scold him, "And he even got beaten up like this!"
Doctor Qian gave a bitter laugh, "Miss Song, I'm a doctor, not a warrior. The situation was urgent at the time. His wife was in excruciating abdominal pain, and I was only thinking about saving her. I never expected him to suddenly rush out and attack me."
He paused and looked at Song Ruyan, "Thank you so much for today."
Song Ruyan snorted and turned away: "Why thank me! I was just helping someone in need when I saw injustice! I can't just watch you get beaten to death in the street and bring shame to the General's Mansion!"
Yuling watched the awkward interaction between the two from the side, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, but she didn't say anything.
On the other side, Chu Ruohan was meeting three candidate midwives in the inner hall.
The sunlight shines into the hall through the window lattice, illuminating three women over fifty years old.
The tea in front of them had been refilled twice.
Mrs. Wang sat at the front, her back straight, her eyes moving around, glancing at the furnishings in the hall from time to time.
"Madam, I've been a midwife for over thirty years, and I've delivered at least eight hundred babies." Old Lady Wang smiled, her eyes curved, her voice tinged with pride. "Back then, when the wife of Mr. Zhao from the east city had a difficult labor, I single-handedly pulled the baby out. Now the child is fifteen years old and very strong!"
Chu Ruohan held the teacup, listened calmly, and observed Wang Po's every move without making a sound.
"To be honest, madam, I'm acquainted with several doctors in the city. If there's any emergency, they can come in just a letter."
As Mrs. Wang spoke, she leaned forward again and lowered her voice, "I also know a few maids from the palace. They taught me many secret recipes for preserving and nourishing the fetus. I guarantee that Madam will have a smooth delivery and that the young master will be healthy."
Chu Ruohan nodded slightly and turned her gaze to Mrs. Li who was sitting beside her.
Mrs. Li was in her early sixties, with a calm expression and her hands folded on her knees.
Her clothes were simple but clean, and her eyes were clear...
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