Su Ruojin walked to the woman's side. The woman was still unconscious. Su Ruojin took her pulse, touched her forehead, and frowned.
I have a fever, and the wound is still infected.
Su Ruojin adjusted the prescription, had Yanluo brew the medicine, and then gave the woman acupuncture and changed the dressing on her wound.
If this fever doesn't go down today, it'll be troublesome.
Yanluo glanced at the prescription and was stunned. The prescription contained rare medicinal materials such as five-hundred-year-old ginseng, which could not be bought on the market at all.
She glanced at the woman on the bed and sighed that this woman was truly blessed to have met Miss, who ensured the safety of both mother and child.
"Yingzi, eat something first, stay with your mother, and change the ice pack on her forehead, okay?" Su Ruojin instructed.
Yingzi nodded hurriedly: "Yes, Miss, I will take good care of Mother."
The child is healthy, and Fifth Brother has arranged for a wet nurse to take care of him, so Su Ruojin doesn't have to worry about the child anymore.
After dealing with these matters, Su Ruojin wanted to go to the Zhao residence first to meet her grandmother.
She came to Yunqi without informing her grandmother beforehand, wanting to give her a surprise.
Su Yiting was worried, so he accompanied Su Ruojin to the Zhao residence.
When Su Ruojin got off the carriage and saw the scene before her, she and Su Yiting looked at each other in bewilderment. What was going on?
A long queue had formed at the entrance of the Zhao residence, where people were registering and receiving a small wooden plaque.
Su Yiting stepped forward to inquire, but the servant of the Zhao family glanced at him and waved his hand, "Those who are here for a consultation, go over there to line up and register. You will be notified when it is your turn."
Su Yiting pulled the servant aside, stuffed a silver ingot into his hand, and asked, "Young man, what's going on at the Zhao residence?"
The servant took the silver, weighed it in his hand, and a smile appeared on his face. He looked around and whispered to Su Yiting:
"Judging from your accent, you're not from Yuncheng, are you? Something strange has happened in our manor. Master just found the old lady not long ago, but then he fell into a coma. The old lady seems to have developed hysteria; she just sits there all day, not speaking or recognizing anyone. It's driving Miss very crazy. She's declared that whoever can cure Master and the old lady can name their price."
Su Yiting asked with some surprise, "Everyone gets sick, so how is that strange? When did Master Zhao and Madam Zhao fall ill?"
The servant lowered his voice even further: "Judging from the time, it should have been shortly after the master found the old lady. Before the master fainted, some of the maids and servants in the manor heard him shout and then fainted. After that, they all saw..." The servant paused here.
Su Yiting handed over another silver ingot, which the servant quickly took and put into his pocket. He continued, "I saw a ghost! The ghost was dressed in white and floated by, slowly turning into red."
The old lady saw it too, and was so frightened that she fainted. When she woke up, she became mentally impaired. Everyone said that the master and the old lady had been possessed by evil spirits, which was why they were like this.
Many monks, Taoist priests, and doctors came to the manor, but none of them could cure the master and mistress.
"Then why do you still dare to stay in the mansion? Aren't you afraid of encountering that ghost?" Su Yiting asked.
The servant waved his hand and said, "Who isn't afraid? But in Yuncheng, where can you find a monthly wage higher than that from the Zhao family? After the incident, the young lady even doubled our wages."
"Then why are there still so many people? Aren't they afraid?" Su Yiting gestured with his chin toward the people in line.
The servant smiled and said, "In this world, there are always people who don't believe in ghosts and gods. Besides, as long as the master and madam can be cured, the young lady said that any request can be granted."
Think about it, if a man could marry our young lady, what would he have to worry about for the rest of his life? Luck is unpredictable; you never know when it might fall into your lap.
Su Yiting got the answer he wanted and returned to Su Ruojin's side to tell her everything.
Zhao Guangtao's wife died young, and now the only person in the Zhao family who can be called the old lady is his grandmother.
According to the servant, the grandmother has become mentally impaired.
Moreover, this happened shortly after my grandmother returned to Yunqi.
Who wrote those letters that kept sending messages of reassurance to the Great Chu? The handwriting on the letter was indeed my grandmother's.
Su Ruojin looked at the Zhao residence and the long queue in front of it, feeling that the gate of the Zhao residence was like a black hole, hiding countless secrets.
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