One Child and Two Treasures: The Divine Doctor's Daughter

Chapter 38
"Second sister, are you okay?"

Jiang Qingge quickly took a brocade handkerchief to wipe the wine off Jiang Jinyue's body.

Now it is spring and early summer, and the girl's clothes are already thin, but when she is sprinkled with wine, the faint curve on her chest can be seen with a little concentration.

Jiang Jinyue quickly said it was okay, and looked at Mrs. Hou with embarrassment while covering her chest.

"Mrs. Hou, I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

Madam Hou frowned slightly, paused and said to Jiang Jinyue indifferently.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to do this now. There will be a poetry competition later, let Zhu Mama take you to the backyard to change into clean clothes."

Jiang Jinyue breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly thanked her, and was led by Mrs. Hou's mother around the veranda to the backyard.

Madam Hou sat down and talked for a while before finding an excuse to leave.

"Mother, she is the Marquis of Yuanshan after all, you can't do this even if you don't give me face?"

At the moment, only Su Ruoshui, mother and son were left at the banquet. Jiang Qingge thought that the trick that caused her to almost fall just now was caused by Su Ruoshui, and looked at Su Ruoshui with disapproval in a low voice.

Su Ruoshui gave Jiang Qingge a blank look when she heard the words, but thought that Jiang Qingge was talking about her attitude today.

"With the death of Lord Song Xiaohou, the Yuanshan Hou Mansion has lost its incense and has been defeated since then? Look at Madam Hou's face before, how many times we have carefully selected good things to send over, she is not that high-spirited look ? Can't I just feel proud now?"

"But now in the Marquis' Mansion of Yuanshan, there is a sign that the little Marquis can't afford it? I heard from my father that the little Marquis came to my Marquis' mansion in a carriage and broke off the engagement with my second sister that day."

Jiang Qingge has always been cautious, no matter whether he likes it or hates it in his heart, his appearance is still smooth and smooth, making it hard to see whether he is happy or angry.

On the other hand, his mother, Su Ruoshui, was not one or two points behind.

"You all know that he went that day, so you should also know that he went back halfway. If there is nothing, why can't sit still and leave so soon? I just can't do it."

Jiang Qingge knew that Su Ruoshui had that sense of right and wrong, and it was useless to say it, so he shook his head and stopped persuading him.

Here, Jiang Jinyue was led by Zhu's mother all the way around the garden to the backyard.

The population of Yuanshan Houfu is relatively simple, and the aunts are all living in the far east, separated by the misty Yuanzhong Lake. Jiang Jinyue probably touched the terrain when he came last time, and now he is walking with Zhu's mother , but I happened to write down the positions that I hadn't seen before.

After bypassing the huge rockery group, Jiang Jinyue arrived at an unremarkable courtyard, led by Zhu's mother, and entered without knocking on the door, the room was filled with the smell of medicine.

Jiang Jinyue could tell at a glance that the person lying on the bed was Song Zihang. He was breathing heavily at the moment, and when he sensed someone entering the door, he turned his head and looked over.

"Young Master has been having a fever since the morning, and now he has taken some medicine and hasn't eaten a drop of rice all day."

Mother Zhu's tone was full of distress.

Jiang Jinyue nodded, without any nonsense, she walked directly to the bed and lifted Song Zihang's shirt.

Except for Jiang Jinyue, almost no one dared to touch this wound. Yesterday, the Eighth Prince had a ruthless hand. Half of the stitched wound did not open, and the other half directly tore a wound outside the line. It was red, swollen, hot, and bloody.

"Mother Zhu, please bring a pot of spirits over here, the stronger the better, hurry up."

In the early summer, the clothes were thin, and it was inconvenient for Jiang Jinyue to take things with him when he went out. Now he only hides a delicate copper knife in his sleeve pocket, and everything he has can only be used.

Zhu's mother got the order and went out immediately to obey.

Jiang Jinyue reached out to check the temperature on Song Zihang's back, and touched it with slightly cool fingers, it was so hot that it was almost scalding.

The wound has been faintly inflamed and infected, and the only way to remedy it now is to remove the putrefaction and regenerate the muscle.

"Your wound is so severe. I don't have anesthesia today. I need to cut off this inflamed and rotten flesh later. Can you bear it?"

Jiang Jinyue bent down to look at Song Zihang.

Song Zihang nodded slightly, took a breath and continued.

"Thank you, Miss Jiang."

"Don't call me Miss Jiang."

Jiang Jinyue is very repulsed by Jiang's surname, her cheap father is cowardly and scumbag, she only takes him by this surname.

Song Zihang froze for a moment, then nodded.

Jiang Jinyue's tone was not very good just now, she frowned and quickly explained.

"You can call me Jinyue, or just call me Miss, it doesn't matter."

"...Thank you sister Baptist for saving me again."

All right, call it whatever you want.

"Don't say that I'm on a free and easy excursion."

Jiang Jinyue can only rely on Xiaoyaoyou, a mysterious famous doctor, to cover up all the secrets now. If Song Zihang can't bear to let it out, then she will really lose more than she gains.

Song Zihang moved, and cupped his hands at Jiang Jinyue. "Zihang must keep his mouth shut."

Mother Zhu's hands and feet are quick, and with just a few words, the wine has already been brought over.

Jiang Jinyue didn't hesitate either, she took out a knife and asked Mama Zhu for other things that she would make follow-up preparations for later, and started directly after disinfection.

The thread hadn't been untied before, but now the flesh was swollen and opened, and the thread got stuck inside, making it extremely difficult to deal with.

Jiang Jinyue could imagine how painful Song Zihang must have been when she treated the wound, but she couldn't help it. Now that the Eight Kings were watching, they could only deal with it as quickly and easily as possible.

Song Zihang looked thin and weak, but he was tough. Even in such pain, he didn't say a word. He clenched his jaw and looked at the pair of Jiang Jinyue's embroidered shoes in front of him.

The shoes on her feet are different from those stained with dust and mud in the countryside. Now the snow-white satin fabric is embroidered with exquisite gouache plums, lifelike chaffinches, and a warm shell bead embroidered on the toe, which shines brightly when it moves. Brighten.

While looking at it in a daze, a wet embroidered handkerchief suddenly touched his mouth.

"Bite this, don't hurt your tongue."

Without thinking about it, almost subconsciously, he opened his mouth, and tightly bit the embroidered handkerchief with a faint fragrance.

This girl is so special. He traveled to Rongkun Kingdom for many years and visited famous doctors. During this period, he saw heroic general girls, shy and timid boudoir girls, and frustrated married girls from poor families... only I have never seen a girl who is a little bit similar to Jiang Jinyue.

Even when talking to people, her slender neck drooped slightly, and her eyes were full of cunning.

The door opened with a "squeak", Madam Hou entered the door carefully, and saw Jiang Jinyue's hands covered in blood, frowning and scraping the slightly rotten wound with a blade.

Song Zihang was sweating all over his head, but stubbornly grasped the bed sheet tightly, making no sound.

Zhu's mother followed behind, her voice was very low.

"Ma'am...shall we go out?"

At that moment, Mrs. Hou's liver and gallbladder were almost torn apart, and her heart was like a knife.

(End of this chapter)