newbobooks Chapter 404 Does he look like he has money? Take him back to the General's Mansion first.
Chapter 404 Does he look like he has money? Take him back to the General's Mansion first.
Yu Ling turned to the burly man and said, "Brother, your wife's illness is urgent. If it is delayed and someone dies, I'm afraid you will have a hard time explaining it to yourself. Doctor Qian's medical skills are superb, so you can rest assured to let him treat her."
The burly man was beaten senseless by Song Ruyan's punches and kicks, and upon hearing that she was from the General's Mansion, he was terrified and dared not disobey in the slightest.
He covered his bleeding nose, bowing and scraping repeatedly: "Yes, yes, I know I was wrong, I deserve to die! I will follow the young lady and this doctor's arrangements, I will follow their arrangements!"
The fierce look in his eyes when he looked at Qian Mingyuan was gone, replaced by a hint of fear.
Song Ruyan glanced at Doctor Qian's swollen cheek and the bloodstains at the corner of his mouth, her brows furrowing involuntarily, but her tone still carried a hint of impetuosity.
"How can you treat patients looking like this? Don't kill them!" Despite her words, her gaze lingered on his face for a few more moments.
Dr. Qian gave a wry smile: "Don't worry, Miss Song, it's just a superficial wound, nothing serious. Saving lives is the priority."
Yu Ling nodded and said to the burly man, "Hurry up and lead the way! If anything happens to your wife, the General's Mansion will definitely investigate to the end!"
"Yes, yes, yes!" The burly man dared not delay. He quickly got up from the ground, ignoring his own pain, and walked shakily to the thin woman's side, wanting to help her up.
The woman instinctively flinched, clearly filled with fear of him.
Song Ruyan couldn't bear to watch any longer, so she stepped forward, gently pushed away the burly man's hand, and said softly to the woman, "Sister-in-law, don't be afraid, we'll take you home and let Doctor Qian give you a good look."
The woman raised her sallow face, looked at Song Ruyan, her eyes filled with tears, and nodded gratefully.
The group, led by the burly man, with Yu Ling and Song Ruyan protecting the woman, and Qian Mingyuan following behind despite his discomfort, walked into the woman's house.
The woman's home was located deep in a secluded alley; it consisted of two low, dilapidated thatched huts.
The house smelled damp and musty, both inside and out, and the lighting was dim.
The burly man led them to the door, then nervously rubbed his hands together, not daring to say a word.
Yu Ling frowned; this environment was really not suitable for recuperating.
She gave Song Ruyan a wink, and Song Ruyan understood. She helped the woman into the inner room and settled her on the only relatively clean bed.
Doctor Qian followed her in. He took a deep breath to calm himself down before walking to the bedside and saying to the woman, "Don't be afraid, please stretch out your hand so I can take your pulse."
The woman timidly extended her wrist, and Qian Mingyuan placed three fingers on her pulse, closing his eyes and concentrating.
Song Ruyan stood aside, watching Doctor Qian's focused expression, and her anger gradually subsided.
She noticed the cold sweat beading on his forehead and his tightly pursed lips, clearly indicating that he was enduring pain.
She pursed her lips, thinking to herself: What's the point of showing off? She's already in this state.
A moment later, Qian Mingyuan opened his eyes, his expression becoming more serious.
He whispered to Yu Ling and Song Ruyan, who were standing guard beside him, "This lady has lost too much blood and is deficient in both qi and blood. Her condition is indeed quite serious. If it is delayed for a few more days, I'm afraid it will be too late to save her."
Upon hearing this, Yu Ling's expression also darkened: "Dr. Qian, is there any way to treat this?"
Dr. Qian nodded: "I'll prescribe a medicine to stabilize her condition and stop the bleeding. However, her illness requires long-term care, so the medicinal materials need to be of high quality."
As he spoke, his gaze unconsciously swept over the simple house.
Song Ruyan kicked the burly man and said, "Give me the money."
The burly man said, "Where would I get any money..."
Her voice grew softer and softer, but Song Ruyan's fist had hardened.
"No money? Your wife is about to die, and you're telling me you have no money? I think you're tired of living!"
Yu Ling quickly grabbed Song Ruyan's arm and whispered in her ear, "Ruyan, don't be impulsive. Look at him, he can't possibly come up with any money even if you beat him to death."
She turned to Dr. Qian, "What should we do?"
Doctor Qian sighed, "Let's take it back to the General's Mansion first. There are plenty of medicinal herbs in the pharmacy; we can't just leave someone to die."
The atmosphere on the return journey in the carriage was somewhat awkward.
Seeing Qian Mingyuan's face covered in bruises, bloodstains at the corner of his mouth, and several tears in his clothes, Song Ruyan's anger dissipated considerably, replaced by a vague and inexplicable irritability.
She pulled a clean handkerchief from her bosom, walked up to Doctor Qian, and said in her still-stern tone, "Here, wipe yourself clean. You look like a clown, it's awful!"
Dr. Qian accepted the handkerchief, feeling both flattered and a little embarrassed.
"Thank you, Miss Song." He gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, wincing in pain.
"You too, how did you end up getting involved with such a scoundrel?" Song Ruyan couldn't help but scold, "And you even got beaten up like this!"
Dr. Qian gave a wry smile: "Miss Song, I am a doctor, not a brute. The situation was urgent at the time. His wife was in unbearable abdominal pain, and I was only thinking about saving her. I never expected him to suddenly rush out and attack."
He paused, looked at Song Ruyan, and said, "Thank you for today."
Song Ruyan snorted and turned her face away: "Why thank me! I was just helping out when I saw injustice! I couldn't just stand by and watch you get beaten to death in the street and disgrace the General's Mansion!"
Yu Ling watched the awkward interaction between the two from the side, a slight smile playing on her lips, but she remained silent.
Meanwhile, Chu Ruohan was meeting with three potential midwives in the inner hall.
Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating three women who appeared to be over fifty years old.
Their tea had already been refilled twice.
Granny Wang sat at the very front, her back ramrod straight, her eyes darting around constantly, glancing at the furnishings in the hall from time to time.
"Madam, I've been delivering babies for over thirty years, and I've handled at least eight hundred, if not a thousand," Granny Wang said with a smile, her voice tinged with pride. "Back then, the wife of the wealthy Zhao family in the east of the city had a difficult childbirth, and I pulled the baby out with my own hands. Now that child is fifteen years old and very healthy!"
Chu Ruohan held her teacup, listening calmly and observing Wang Pozi's every move without making a sound.
"To be honest, Madam, I am familiar with several doctors in the city. If there is any emergency, they can come in the time it takes to write a letter."
As she spoke, Granny Wang leaned forward again and lowered her voice, "I also know a few old women from the palace. They taught me many secret recipes for protecting and nourishing the fetus, ensuring that the madam's delivery will be smooth and the young master will be healthy."
Chu Ruohan nodded slightly, her gaze turning to Granny Li sitting to the side.
Granny Li was in her early sixties, with a calm expression and her hands folded on her knees.
Her clothes were simple, but clean and tidy, and her eyes were very clear...