On the bed, Shen Wanyue had passed out from the pain. She was covered in cold sweat and the ulcers on her cheeks looked extremely terrifying.
But Feng Changling was extraordinarily calm. He glanced at Shen Wanyue, then took out a Juan handkerchief from his sleeve and spread it on Shen Wanyue's wrist, and then checked her pulse.
After a while, he stopped his hand and asked, "What did she use on her face?"
The old lady didn't understand and looked at Forsythia: "What did your lady use on her face?"
Forsythia lowered her head and said: "Miss's face was injured today and was a little red and swollen, so she used some ointment and, yes, rouge.
The young lady loves beauty and doesn't want others to see her ugly appearance. After applying medicine, she also put on rouge and left everything on the dressing table."
She didn't lie. Shen Wanyue had always loved beauty, and she especially cared about her face. Before going to bed, Shen Wanyue not only applied medicine but also some rouge.
Feng Changling walked to the dressing table, picked up the ointment used by Shen Wanyue and smelled it. He frowned and asked, "Where does this medicine come from?"
Forsythia was a little flustered, but she calmed down again when she thought of Anping's words, and replied: "Master Yi gave it to me, and the lady took this medicine in the afternoon."
When the old lady heard this, her brows sank, and she asked Feng Changling: "Master Feng, what's wrong with this medicine?"
Feng Changling shook his head and said: "No, this medicine is extremely valuable and has excellent miraculous effects on women's beauty. However, this medicine will cause some itching when it is first applied. Do not scratch it, and it should not be shared with other things."
He put down the medicine bottle and said, "The reason why Miss Shen's face looks like this is because he used this ointment and then applied rouge to make the effects of the medicine conflict and hurt his face."
The old lady breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Can her face still be cured?"
Feng Changling said: "It is possible, but it is time-consuming to treat and may leave temple marks, so the old lady must be mentally prepared."
The old lady's heart skipped a beat. She couldn't imagine what would happen to Shen Wanyue if her face was ruined. She took a deep breath, looked at Feng Changling and said, "Mr. Feng, please save my granddaughter."
Feng Changling said: "I will do my best when I am a lower official."
With that said, he walked to the table and wrote a prescription and handed it to the old lady: "These two sets of medicines, one for external use and one for internal use, the patient should not be exposed to wind for a month, and should not eat spicy food if he catches cold, let alone meat or fishy food. Angry."
The old lady took the prescription and nodded: "Thank you, Master Feng. Thank you for your hard work, Master Feng. Please go to the flower hall to have a drink of tea and rest."
Feng Changling said: "There is no need to drink tea. I wonder if I can meet the person who donated the medicine and ask him for the prescription of this ointment as a thank you gift?"
The old lady was stunned for a moment, then realized: "Well, to be honest, although the person who donated the medicine is the young master of my house, I have never been able to make the decision in his affairs. I have no idea whether he is willing to give the medicine or not. Guaranteed."
"It doesn't matter."
Feng Changling smiled: "The old lady just helps me introduce you."
Upon seeing this, the old lady called the housekeeper and asked him to take Feng Changling to Tingfeng Courtyard.
At this time, it was already getting dark outside, and Xiao Chengyi had already stood up. He heard that an imperial physician named Feng wanted to see him, so he asked Anping to invite him in.
Not long after, Feng Changling walked in, and he saw Xiao Chengyi standing in front of the window, with only his back exposed in the dim light of the morning.
He curled his lips and rolled up his sleeves casually: "Is it your masterpiece? This cousin in the house has a grudge against you?"
Xiao Chengyi turned around and glanced at him after hearing this: "You know why you still ask?" He turned around and walked to the table, motioning for Feng Changling to sit down and talk.
Feng Changling was not polite to him. He lifted up his robe and sat down at the table. Then he looked at the place where Xiao Chengyi lived: "It seems that you are living a good life."