After diagnosing the disease and reading the prescription, the young apprentice followed the master and left Ning'an Building.
The wind and snow are getting heavier and heavier, and the streets are sparsely populated. Occasionally, one or two passers-by can be seen holding umbrellas and walking in the white snow.
Dr. Zhong was sitting in the car, closing his eyes and concentrating. From time to time, the young apprentice opened the car curtain and looked outside. The cold wind blew in, causing Dr. Zhong to frown frequently.
"Ju Ming," Doctor Zhong opened his eyes, "Don't lift the curtain again, it's cold."
Seeing the restless appearance of the young apprentice, Dr. Zhong said: "Why, you have a lot of things on your mind?"
Outside the window is a deserted small pond. The pond used to be a small ashram. There is heavy snow now. The small ashram that is usually the busiest when singing operas is now empty of people.
When the young apprentice heard this, he turned around and looked at Dr. Zhong.
"Master," the young apprentice whispered, "I have something that I don't know whether I should tell you."
"What's the matter?"
"It belongs to the sick girl in Ning'an Building, but Master always taught me not to talk nonsense without evidence, so..."
"Miss Yiqiu?" Dr. Zhong said, "If it's related to the illness, it's just speculation, so you can just say it's okay."
The young apprentice organized some words, and when he was about to start talking, the driver's exclamation suddenly came from outside. Then the carriage jolted violently, and the master and apprentice were almost thrown out of the car.
The medicine box in the little apprentice's hand hit the car door with a bang, flew out, and scattered on the snow.
A slender finger with wrinkled bones but well-proportioned fingers picked up a small white porcelain vase.
The young apprentice held the carriage, raised his head from the pair of green leather deer boots on the ground, and looked at the owner of these hands.
What a pretty face!
She has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, deep eyebrows, a handsome and soft face, and a straight and straight nose that is just perfect, but too pale.
Such a world of ice and snow reflected his skin, and the whole person seemed to be hidden in the vast world. He was too thin, too tall, and his too-long black hair was stained with snowflakes. Every detail on his body seemed to be about to wither.
Transparent and haggard, crystal clear and fragile.
but……
Wait, the young apprentice looked at the big rocks blocking their carriage, and then at the people standing behind the man.
He suddenly realized that he seemed to be praising a robber...
"Who are you!" Dr. Zhong shouted.
He was an old man and his bones were smashed. Although he did not fall out of the carriage, he was bumped inside the carriage and the pain of the cold winter was too much for him.
"Doctor Zhong," the handsome man said with a faint smile, his voice hoarse and hoarse, "I'll treat you to a cup of tea, don't be afraid."
He turned around with the small white porcelain bottle, and the men behind him suddenly came up and took away Dr. Zhong, the young apprentice, and the coachman who had fallen to the ground.
They were pushed into another carriage, and the eyes of the three of them were covered with black cloth. Then, the carriage they were transferred to ran forward.
Everything was silent, as if nothing had happened.
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The night is getting dark, and Ning'an Tower is brightly lit.
The aroma of rice overflowed in the backyard, and chicken soup was simmering on the stove.
The maids were busy chatting about trivial matters. After the soup and medicine were ready, a maid went to pour the medicine and sighed: "Sickness comes like a thread. It's really up to me, an old woman, to take care of Yiqiu's illness."
"Then you will be in trouble," another servant said, "Yiqiu is loved by the eldest lady, and there are many people who can take care of her when she is sick. If you are sick, although the eldest lady will not care about you, you are definitely not that kind.
What a blessing."
"Who cares about that?" the servant said, picking up the medicine bowl, "I'll give it to her first."
"Hey," another servant girl sighed, "I really hope this decoction works. A good girl like Yiqiu is still young."
The maid went upstairs carrying the medicine, and happened to meet a few people who had finished talking about business and came down.
Everyone's faces showed joy. It seemed that everyone who came to discuss business was going well recently. The eldest lady seemed not as difficult to deal with as before. She was particularly friendly these days.
When the maid walked outside the door of Yiqiu's room, she raised her hand to knock on the door. The door suddenly opened, and a short maid came out.
"Oh, what a coincidence," the little maid said, "I was just going downstairs to see if the medicine was ready."
"Miss Hongwen," the servant woman called politely.
If Yi Qiu really goes, these little maids will be Zhao Ning's close friends from now on.
"Give it to me." the little maid said.
The maid then handed it over.
Just as the door was about to be closed, he heard the sound of footsteps approaching hurriedly. Manager Chu held a piece of paper in his hand and shouted: "Wait, wait!"
Manager Chu has always been calm and reserved, and rarely looks like this. The maid and the maid stopped and looked at him in confusion.
"No more!" Manager Chu stepped forward and gasped, "Don't give this medicine to Yiqiu yet."
"Ah?" the servant woman was stunned, "Why?"
"Doctor Zhong just sent someone to deliver this." Manager Chu raised the note in his hand, "He said he would not take medicine for the time being and would give her a medicinal bath first."
"Medicated bath……"
Manager Chu handed the note to the young attendant who ran up with him: "Go and prepare these medicinal materials as quickly as possible."
"Yes!" The little follower turned around and ran away after receiving it.
The door of Zhao Ning's study was opened from the inside, and Zhao Ning walked out: "What happened."
The wind in the corridor was really strong, and the long gauze covering her face fluttered gently in the cold wind. On the gauze, her eyebrows and eyes were carefully painted, making her look delicate and beautiful. Her whole person looked like a fairy but not an immortal.
Manager Chu then briefly explained what happened.
"Didn't Dr. Zhong come in person?" Zhao Ning was curious.
"No, it was sent by his young apprentice named Jue Ming." Manager Chu said.
Zhao Ning didn't know any young apprentices who were not apprentices, so he just nodded: "Since it was Dr. Zhong's personal order, then I will do it."
"Madam, then this medicine..." The servant girl pointed to the medicine on the plate in Hongwen's hand.
"Since Dr. Zhong said he wouldn't drink it, he poured it out."
"Yes." The maid then stepped forward to pick her up.
The wind howled in the corridor, getting louder and louder, and Yiqiu's coughing sound came from the house from time to time, and the sound was filled with pain like crying blood.
Zhao Ning sighed softly and turned around to go back to the house.
Manager Chu also felt bored and asked Hong Wen to take care of her, then turned and went downstairs.
Hongwen was about to go back to the house when she suddenly saw someone knocking on the door to the backyard.
A maid went to open the door and it was Zaichun who was holding a small bag.
Seemingly feeling something, Zai Chun raised his head, and across two rows of small courtyards, their eyes met.
Hongwen didn't dare to look at her.
Zaichun's eyes were bright and meaningful. He glanced at her and then looked away.
Hongwen hurried back to the house and closed the door.
"Come to beg for food again?" The servant girl who opened the door for Zai Chun looked impatient.
Zaichun gave a flattering smile and said pitifully: "Mama Liu, just give me some. Feed the leftovers to pigs, why not feed them to me."
"Pigs can gain weight, so what do you have?" the servant woman sneered, turned and walked towards the kitchen, "Just wait."
"Thank you, Mother Liu, thank you, Mother Liu!" Zai Chun shouted hurriedly.
This chapter has been completed!