Chapter 9 Serious Injury
After Song Dalin's reminder, Dr. Luo and Wengpo Liu discovered that Song Qingwan had a lot of wounds of varying sizes on her body, but the little girl hadn't said a word. She was too strong!

But it was also distressing. Granny Liu immediately pulled Song Qingwan up and was about to go out. "Come on, let me check your wound."

"No, no, the wound on my head is just a little bigger, other parts should be fine." Song Qingwan didn't feel too much pain, so why waste time.

"You don't understand, kid. For some injuries, you can't feel the pain or numbness. What do you think, Lord Song?" Midwife Liu knew a little about medicine, but Song Qingwan refused and asked Song Dalin directly.

"Yes, Wanwan, ask your mother-in-law to check her out. If she is injured, ask Doctor Luo to prescribe some medicine for her." After suffering a series of blows, Song Dalin didn't want Song Qingwan to have any more accidents. At this time, even if Song Qingwan was not injured, he would still want to prescribe some medicine for her to use for safety.

Seeing her old father looking worried, Song Qingwan reluctantly followed Liu Wenpo to her room, no, it should be said that it was the bedroom of the three sisters.

She didn't hesitate and took it off without hesitation, which immediately caused Liu the midwife behind her to gasp. Song Qingwan thought she had done something out of line again to surprise her.

However, the next moment, Liu Wenpo's hand pressed directly on the wound on her back, but Song Qingwan just stiffened and did not shrink in pain.

This made Aunt Liu so distressed that she burst into tears, "You are such a..." She didn't know what to say for a moment.

Any girl would cry if she was pricked by a needle, but the Song family is an official family. How difficult must it be to raise a girl who is more capable than a boy?
Well, that's true. Six or seven children are all supported by Mr. Song's salary. It's a headache to find pens, ink, paper and inkstone for the boys to study, Mrs. Liu sighed secretly.

Song Qingwan didn't know that Liu Wenpo had already supplemented her brain so much. She had always been a patient person and didn't move around. She just didn't expect that she was injured so badly.

After the two of them checked, they returned to the master bedroom. Liu Wenpo couldn't wait to say, "There are bruises and wounds all over the body, and some are bleeding. There is a big swelling on the back of the head, and a big hole here on the forehead.

Doctor Luo, please prescribe a good medicine to apply, don't leave scars. "A girl with scars will definitely have trouble getting married.

The wound on the forehead had been bandaged casually by Song Qingwan before. The situation was urgent at the time and no one paid attention to it. Only now did they discover this bright red and hideous scar, which made everyone present shudder with fear.

"You kid, you said you were fine at that time." Song Dalin was heartbroken and his voice was choked. Fortunately, he did not listen to Song Qingwan's insistence on seeing a doctor.

"It's okay, it's just a little bleeding. Scars are scars, as long as you're alive." Song Qingwan never thought scars were a big deal.

Song Dalin opened his mouth. The child's temperament changed drastically after she lost her memory, so it was better not to provoke her.

He turned to Doctor Luo and said, "Please take a look at me, Doctor Luo. I will cure him no matter how much I have to sell my house."

Doctor Luo also felt extremely sympathetic towards Song Qingwan, but he had to tell her the truth, "As for the wound on your forehead, it will definitely leave a scar, and I can't make scar cream at the moment.

If you want to remove the scar, I'm afraid only the imperial medicine in the palace can do it, so bandage the wound first."

Doctor Luo found some medicine and white gauze from the medicine box and first treated Song Qingwan's head injury.

Such a conclusion is undoubtedly unacceptable. Song Dalin wiped his face in pain, trying to keep himself calm. He said, "Heal it. Wanwan, don't worry. Even if I have to kneel down three times a step, I will crawl to the palace to ask the emperor for medicine and come back to heal your injury."

"Why bother, father? I don't want to choose a concubine. Ordinary people who judge people by appearance will definitely not be good people. Beauty fades with age, and only virtuous people are true, good and beautiful. Your daughter will have to rely on herself in the future, and we won't ask anyone for help." Song Qingwan actually wanted to say that she would not get married.

However, this idea must have been shocking to the ancients, so she'd better keep it secret, at least not say it in front of outsiders.

"Child, you used to love beauty, but your personality has changed drastically since you lost your memory. Anyway, just focus on recovering and leave the rest to your father.

"Doctor Luo, how is it? Is there anything else wrong?" Song Qingwan was right. As long as it is not life-threatening, it is not a big problem, Song Dalin asked nervously.

Doctor Luo took the pulse for a long time and responded, "It was indeed a serious collision. The blood circulation is not smooth, so it is normal to lose memory. Take a few doses of medicine to clear the blood stasis first, and apply ointment to the wound to help repair it. The rest can only be taken care of slowly."

"Okay, prescribe the medicine." Those people were either his heart or his liver, and Song Dalin had no choice, but this time he was really going to lose everything.

Doctor Song immediately opened the pharmacy, and then they calculated the bill together. Not long after, he listed a series of medical expenses for Song Dalin, "Sir Song, for the consultation fee and the medicine, I will only charge the whole amount, fifty taels of silver."

When Song Dalin heard this, he felt like he was dying. His monthly salary was only ten taels. Not to mention that the Song family had just bought the small courtyard that they had rented before and were living in now, all their savings had already been spent.

He has to support a large family every day. Now there are three more patients in the family. The baby's third-day bath is coming soon. All this money is money. Isn't it costing him his life? !
He couldn't even take out the key, so he looked sad and begged, "Lao Luo, can you give me a discount?" He didn't mean it this time, he really couldn't squeeze it out.

Doctor Luo glanced at him. Lord Song was good in every way except that he loved money too much. It was all because of poverty. However, his business was also a small one, and he would not lose money to help others, otherwise the pharmacy would have closed down long ago.

"The best price. You used a hundred-year-old ginseng. The ointment for healing the wound is also very expensive. Here is the prescription. Gather enough money and send it to me as soon as possible."

Given the Song family's special circumstances, Dr. Luo did not push them too hard, which was a blessing in disguise.

Song Dalin took the prescription tremblingly, sniffed and reluctantly replied, "Okay, I will collect the medical expenses no matter what. Thank you, brother!"

Three lives, fifty taels is not expensive, Song Dalin dare not disappoint the doctor.

At this time, Liu Wengpo also packed up and prepared to go back, and then said quickly: "Master Song doesn't have to pay the old woman's wedding money and wages. I also learned a trick from the eldest girl today, so let's offset it."

The situation of the Song family really made Liu Wenpo feel sorry for them, so she just considered it as a favor. She also learned some knowledge about pregnancy from Song Qingwan, which was of some help to her.

But Song Dalin disagreed. How could he not give money for a happy occasion? "No! You have helped me a lot. I must accept the money. Otherwise, I will be a nobody."

"You also said that he is your nephew, and the eldest girl calls me grandma. We are not strangers, so why do you still care about these things? It's settled. After the child's third birthday, he can call her old lady."

After saying this, Liu Wenpo left neatly.

(End of this chapter)

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