Six Undercurrents
Wang Pan'er and Wang Xiaoyao had no way to deal with a little mute girl who was stressed and had psychological problems, so they could only rush to the medicinal cuisine restaurant.
Tao Shuo took her from Wang Xiaoyao and swiftly inserted a needle into her Baihui acupoint. The little mute girl's head lolled to the side, her body went limp in Tao Shuo's arms, and she fainted.
Wang Pan'er let out a long breath: "As expected of Doctor Tao, in times of emergency, we have to take extraordinary measures to deal with the situation."
Tao Shuo helped the little mute girl lie down, and as soon as she placed her hand on the girl's pulse, her brows immediately furrowed: "Where did you pick up this girl from?"
What went wrong?
"It's a slipped tire!"
The words "slippery tire" struck like a thunderbolt, leaving one's mind reeling and unable to think clearly.
After a long while, Wang Pan'er stared wide-eyed and repeated in disbelief, "Miscarriage? How old is she!"
“There’s no mistake.” Tao Shuo lifted her skirt, revealing that the blood had already spread.
Wang Pan'er's heart clenched, and she tenderly smoothed the little mute girl's disheveled hair, which had become messy from her struggle.
She should have noticed this sooner.
The little mute girl is afraid of men; she even reacts to a woman lifting her skirt, which is clearly abnormal.
Wang Pan'er understood about 70-80% of what she had gone through.
"Dr. Tao, take another look at her throat. She can't speak."
Tao Shuo used a tongue depressor to examine her throat, then carefully felt around her neck with her hands. Finally, she shook her head and said, "It's not congenital. Someone strangled her, damaging her vocal cords."
Looking at the thin little girl, Wang Pan'er felt a mix of emotions and didn't know how to describe her feelings.
Pity, love, and anger.
Tao Shuo wrote out a prescription: "This is a decoction from the Qing Palace. As for your throat, I don't know if it can recover. Just take good care of it for now."
Wang Pan'er summoned a young woman and asked her to buy and prepare medicine, then hesitated whether she should inform Xianying about it.
The person was brought by Xianying, and she should be given an explanation, but the matter involves the little mute girl's privacy, and she doesn't know what the right choice is.
As a doctor, Tao Shuo was more experienced than the two sisters in balancing privacy and the right to know: "Why don't you first find out about Xianying's background? If he looks at you differently, then he is not worthy of knowing."
Those around Mu Chuan shouldn't be so pedantic, so Wang Pan'er accepted Tao Shuo's suggestion and summoned Xianying to the medicinal cuisine restaurant.
After explaining the situation to Xianying, Xianying, with a gloomy face, picked up her sword and was about to go and seek justice for the little mute girl.
He went to the government office and found that everyone there thought Xianying was making a mountain out of a molehill. They passed the buck and spouted nonsense like "it takes two to tango" and "flies don't land on eggs without cracks."
Unfortunately, he had important business to attend to and couldn't vent his anger, so he returned to the medicinal cuisine restaurant with a belly full of resentment.
The little mute girl has woken up and is playing a little game with Wang Pan'er and Wang Xiaoyao, where they shake their heads but don't nod. Through the game, the two sisters have managed to extract most of the information they need.
Xianying slammed the sword heavily on the table, startling the little mute girl. Upon seeing the newcomer, she raised her bright, smiling eyes again.
The stinging pain in Xianying's eyes caused her to purse her lips. She moved to the side of the mute girl, squatted down, and asked, "Do you want to get revenge on the person who hurt you?"
The little mute girl was confused.
Wang Pan'er and Wang Xiaoyao asked a series of questions in soft, gentle voices. The little mute girl looked at the furious Xianying and, somewhat hoping for their talk of revenge, nodded ingratiatingly.
The little mute girl had been imprisoned by her adoptive father for many years and had the intelligence of only about seven or eight years old, but she could tell right from wrong. Even when Xianying's face was contorted with anger, she was not frightened and gently patted Xianying's head to comfort him.
The government office ignored the matter, but the mute girl agreed to take revenge. They set off immediately, following the path indicated by the mute girl, and found the small village where she lived.
Xianying tied up the little mute girl's adoptive father in the dense forest, and even carefully blindfolded the bastard and gagged him.
When the little mute girl saw her adoptive father, she couldn't control her physical fear, shivering and tears streaming down her face.
Wang Pan'er held her in her arms and gently comforted her.
The perpetrator is undoubtedly this person.
Xianying drew his short sword, and the metallic clang produced the unique, sharp sound of weapons clashing together.
Hidden on the tree trunk and blindfolded, the adoptive father felt a bad premonition and began to howl.
Xianying patted his old face with her short sword and said disdainfully, "Now you know fear?"
The adoptive father was gripped by fear, but Xianying did not rush to make a move. Instead, she kept the adoptive father's emotions simmering, grinding and tormenting him repeatedly. Finally, when the adoptive father was on the verge of collapse, she raised her weapon.
With a swift movement, Xianying sliced off his filthy little thing in the blink of an eye.
The bastard adoptive father turned deathly pale instantly, and with his throat being choked, he couldn't make a sound. He was in so much pain that he almost fainted.
The choking was intentional on Xianying's part; he wanted to make this bastard experience the pain of being left helpless and unable to call for help.
Tao Shuo didn't want to let him off the hook either. Just as he was about to faint from the pain, she quickly pressed his philtrum to make him feel the pain and the pain of that little thing leaving his body, so that he would never be able to have sex again.
The bastard foster father let out a hoarse, sharp cry, which, though not loud, was clear and distinct, making people feel a sense of satisfaction.
Wang Pan'er patted the little mute girl's head: "How about it, are you still scared?"
The little mute girl shrank her neck, looked at Wang Pan'er's expectant eyes, and bravely shook her head.
Wang Xiaoyao felt it wasn't enough. Since the little mute girl wasn't afraid, he stood up and said, "Then I'll sing you another one."
She approached the bastard father, disgustedly pulled the rag out of his mouth, then wrapped it around the little thing on the ground and stuffed it back into the bastard's mouth.
Wang Pan'er: !
Good heavens! No wonder she raised such a tigress!
Turns out everyone here is a tough character, she likes it, it's awesome!
Tao Shuo and Xian Ying were also shocked by Wang Xiaoyao's behavior, their mouths agape in disbelief.
For a moment, the mute girl forgot what fear was. She jumped for joy and danced excitedly in front of Wang Xiaoyao.
Wang Pan'er could not hide her excitement. She held the weak little mute girl close, afraid that the girl's body would not be able to withstand the emotional fluctuations: "We have avenged our great enemy. Let's go home!"
The little mute girl was already emaciated from years of abuse, not to mention that a miscarriage is still a childbirth, so she needed to take good care of herself during her postpartum period to recover.
After Wang Pan'er returned to the manor, she asked Wang Xiaoyao to invite a midwife to come and take care of her based on Tao Shuo's diagnosis.
The little mute girl had decided that she wanted to stay on the estate with her sisters, and waved goodbye to Xianying, who was about to leave.
"You little girl change your mind too quickly!" Xianying teased, but she was genuinely happy to see the mute girl with a different appearance. "Live well with your older sisters from now on. If you want to leave, treat me like your own brother. I will definitely protect you."
Wang Xiaoyao prioritized efficiency and selected a midwife that very night.
Wang Pan'er looked the matchmaker up and down, asked a lot of questions, and was extremely satisfied: "In just half a day, you were able to find such a capable person. It seems that the Qianji Wanying Pavilion has an extraordinary number of people on its register!"
Wang Xiaoyao was very proud, her eyes sparkling and her lips curving into a confident smile: "Indeed! Since the Xu family's 100-day celebration, many more merchants have been placing orders with me. The ladies are doing a great job, completing every single task beautifully. Now, Qianji Wanying Pavilion has gained a good reputation, and orders have surged. The ladies have seen a way out, and they're registering at the pavilion like crazy. It seems I've already entered the virtuous cycle you mentioned, sister."
Wang Pan'er was very satisfied, but fearing that Wang Xiaoyao would be too hasty, she reminded him: "Right now we are not worried about orders, but we should pay more attention to the quality. A thousand-mile dike can be destroyed by ants. If we allow the girls to make shoddy work, it is no different from raising a nest of ants that will destroy the dike."
“Sister is right. I owe my current situation to Madam You’s secret connections. I should visit the Xu family when I have time.”
At this point, Wang Pan'er watched as the Thousand Machines Pavilion rapidly took off.
She cautiously disciplined Wang Xiaoyao, fearing that she would become arrogant because of her current achievements, and taught her to be prudent and to put people first.
Wang Xiaoyao knew what was good for him and listened to her advice, even managing to find time to review his lessons every day after returning home. She felt like the hand on a sundial; as she grew longer, the world she could cover expanded, and she came to understand the truth that there are always higher realms to reach. The more prosperous the Thousand Machines Pavilion became, the more composed and humble she became.
Li Qingyan resigned from her job teaching children, preparing to devote herself to studying hard and preparing for this year's autumn examinations. She no longer had time to be Wang Xiaoyao's tutor.
However, he pointed Wang Xiaoyao in the right direction: she could enter the academy. Su Lingya, who had met them at the hundred-day celebration, dressed as a boy and studied with them.
Women were not allowed to take the imperial examinations, but the teachers at the prefectural school did not make things difficult for studious young ladies. Since they paid tuition fees and dressed as men, as long as they did not disrupt the classes, the teachers turned a blind eye and let them do as they pleased.
Wang Xiaoyao seemed to have a natural talent for wielding and utilizing power. As soon as his career took off, he recruited women as his right-hand women, each with their own responsibilities, creating a system of checks and balances. She found her job as a boss easy and happily immersed herself in her beloved studies.
Wang Xiaoyao's rise to prominence prompted Wang Pan'er to re-examine herself.
My younger sister's current ease and happiness don't just stem from her upbringing as her older sister; it's more of her innate nature. She possesses an inherent resilience, like a resilient blade of grass in a storm, unafraid of hardship or failure, like a cheetah running across the prairie. Even more remarkable is her ability to continuously learn, keeping herself at the forefront, neither losing herself in the pursuit of fame and fortune nor draining her energy for material possessions. She is always full of vitality, ready to move on to the next stage.
This is what Wang Pan'er lacks.
Fifteen years of hard study left an indelible mark on her soul, a testament to the harsh realities of Chinese education. From a young age, she was instilled with the idea that only through hardship can one rise above others, forgetting that the body needs nourishment and the soul needs recharging.
Just like in your past life, you might not be able to get a job with 996 hours that's considered a blessing; you might work hard in sales only to have your achievements snatched away by those with connections; or you might work diligently but watch as sycophants rise through the ranks, only to end up returning to your hometown as a slacker with nothing to show for it.
Now that she has the opportunity and has found the right direction for development, she should not think about suffering and doing everything herself. Instead, she should make good use of talent, put the right people in the right positions, and free up more time to steer the ship, to improve herself, and to keep herself full of energy so that she can have a clearer mind to expand her territory.
at the same time.
A luxurious two-horse carriage drove past the outskirts of Jinzhou Prefecture.
Prefect Zhao of Jinzhou and Master Su, the president of the Liuyun Chamber of Commerce, were standing on the city gate, eagerly awaiting their arrival.
They received news that a noble lady from the capital had come to enjoy sightseeing.
The two-horse carriage slowed down on the stone-paved road near the city gate. Lord Zhao and Master Liu immediately put on smiling faces, lifted their robes, and went down from the city tower to greet them at the city gate.
The people entering and leaving the city were dispersed to a distance of more than 100 meters. Some carried bamboo baskets, some carried shoulder poles, and some pulled oxcarts. They watched the two-horse carriage slowly approaching, either with fear or curiosity.
The lady frowned and reluctantly lowered the curtains.
Lord Zhao and Master Liu bowed and greeted the distinguished guests in the suburbs.
The nobleman remained silent. The sedan curtain was lifted, and a young maid with rosy lips and white teeth emerged.
The young maidservant was poised and gentle, but spoke to the two officials with an air of authority: "My lady has always disliked grandstanding. Your ostentatious display has disturbed her enjoyment. Please have the soldiers withdraw and let my lady enjoy herself as she pleases."
Lord Zhao was offended but not angry. He thought to himself that nobles had many quirks. Then he gave the guards a look and withdrew the soldiers who were clearing the way in the city.
Although the fanfare was reduced, Lord Zhao followed closely behind the carriage.
If a distinguished guest were to make a mistake after entering Jinzhou Prefecture, it would certainly jeopardize his official position. Even if she were to keep a low profile, it would be no reason for them to be careless.
For a time, the people in the city were so afraid that they couldn't avoid it.
The noblewoman's brows furrowed more and more, and she finally couldn't help but say, "Lvyi, let's change the carriage tomorrow. The roads in the city are flat, and I won't have to suffer from the bumpy ride."
The maidservant curtsied and replied, "Yes, Madam."
Lord Zhao's flattery backfired, and he was in a bad mood. He whipped Master Su, saying, "Your mind is hard to fathom. You must keep the merchants in check so that your wife can have a good time."
Master Su immediately sent his trusted confidants to the East Market to inquire about the merchants along the street, but unexpectedly, the nobleman turned his carriage around and headed straight for the West Market.
The West Market was crowded and noisy, with vendors shouting incessantly. Unaffected by the arrival of the distinguished guest, her complexion finally improved.
Further into the market town, a bustling scene unfolded, with many people surrounding a shop, crowding onto the road and blocking the carriages' path.
The lady stopped, looked at the shop's nameplate, and became interested. She parted her lips slightly and said, "Shanhe Medicinal Cuisine Restaurant."
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