On the wedding day, I was broken off, so I remarried his uncle

About half an hour later, Chang'an came back hurriedly with the cook.

"Master, the servant and the cook went to the market and looked around, but we couldn't find the vendor selling pickles."

The cook fell to her knees with a thud and said in a trembling voice, "My dear, gentlemen, please understand that I really didn't lie. I really bought the pickles from that vendor."

Song Xile quickly helped the person up, "Aunt, it's intentional, we know this matter has nothing to do with you, please get up quickly."

The cook then allowed Song Xile to help her stand up. She wiped her tears and thanked him.

Song Xile knew what had just happened and frightened her, so she told her, "The college entrance examination is coming soon, aunt, from now on, don't buy vegetables from outside. I will do the shopping and you just cook."

When the cook saw that Song Xile still wanted to use her, she breathed a sigh of relief and nodded repeatedly.

After sending the cook away, Song said to Chang'an, "Chang'an, go drive the car and follow me to the medicine store."

Although Chang'an didn't understand why Song Xile wanted to go to the pharmacy at this moment, it didn't stop him from following his instructions.

After leaving the house, Song Xile said to Changan, "From now on, the expression on your face should be more anxious, just as if your young master really has diarrhea."

Chang'an nodded obediently, then cracked the whip, and the carriage quickly drove out of Liu'er Hutong.

The two people who had been watching here saw a carriage driving out and hurriedly trotted to catch up.

In order not to lose the carriage, the two men were obviously chasing it.

Song Xile sat in the carriage, lifted the curtain, looked back, and saw two people following the carriage at a glance.

When she saw the two people's faces clearly, she was stunned. She seemed to have seen one of them somewhere.

She stared at the two men's faces for a long time before she remembered that this man was Yang Ji's servant.

The man who was kicked when the results were announced that day, stumbled and followed Yang Ji, holding his stomach.

It turned out that it was Yang Ji who was behind this. It seemed that this man was not only arrogant and domineering, but also extremely insidious. He actually came up with such a dirty trick to deal with them.

Just as Song Xile was thinking about how to deal with Yang Ji, the carriage stopped at the Zheng family's clinic, "Madam, we're at the clinic."

Upon hearing this, Song Xile came back to his senses, lifted the curtain, and stepped on the horse stool to get out of the car.

She turned around and told Chang'an, "Just wait here for me, I'll be back after I get the medicine." After that, she walked into the pharmacy.

Because it was still early, there were only a few patients getting medicine in the clinic.

As soon as Song Xile entered the pharmacy, Doctor Zheng came up to her with a smile when he saw her. "It's been a long time since we last met, Madam Song. Please come in, please come in quickly. I wonder if you have anything to do today?"

Because of Song Xile's tooth powder and miraculous acupuncture skills, Dr. Zheng has a lot of respect for Song Xile.

Song Xile didn't beat around the bush and said bluntly, "Someone in my family has diarrhea. Can Dr. Zheng help me get some Pueraria lobata invigorating spleen soup?"

"Is someone suffering from diarrhea?" asked Doctor Zheng.

Song Xile nodded, "Maybe it's because it's hot now, and he ate some unclean food."

Doctor Zheng, "I have also seen several patients with diarrhea in the past few days. Now that the weather is hot, we should pay more attention to our diet."

Knowing that Song Xile was knowledgeable in medicine, he did not ask about the patient's specific pulse condition, but directly asked the medicine boy in front of the medicine cabinet to prepare the medicine.

While the two were chatting, an elderly doctor walked out of the consulting room.

As soon as Doctor Zheng saw him, he excitedly introduced him: "Doctor Mo, didn't you keep asking who did the suture that day? It was this lady in front of you."

Doctor Mo was about to stretch his hand, but he immediately retracted it. Hearing this, he looked Song Xile up and down.

He walked forward, stroking his goatee, and said with a smile, "I didn't expect that the lady is so young. I carefully examined the man's injuries that day after I came back. The lady's suturing skills are really exquisite!"

"I wonder where your medical skills were learned from. Would I be lucky enough to learn a thing or two from your master?"

Song Xile showed a sad look, "I am so disappointed, Doctor Mo. The person who taught me medicine has passed away a long time ago."

Doctor Mo sighed and expressed regret after hearing this. "This world is so big, and there are indeed many people with excellent medical skills, but most of them are good at internal medicine, and few are proficient in external injury treatment."

"I finally heard that your master is so good at healing injuries, and I wanted to discuss this with people of the same skill.

"What a pity... it seems that we will never meet again."

In the eyes of the world, there is always a hint of prejudice and contempt towards the dead doctor.

Although they are proficient in trauma management and combat wound treatment, their skills are only useful on the battlefield.

But among the people, these skills often seem less important because they find it difficult to get the recognition they deserve.

Moreover, the skilled skills and experiences of the deceased doctors are often different from those of ordinary doctors, making it difficult for them to identify with each other.

Even if they occasionally meet people who are willing to communicate with them, they often cannot have in-depth communication due to differences in their ideas.

Seeing Doctor Mo's look of deep regret, Song Xile couldn't help but suggest, "I have some diagrams of the human body structure drawn by my master, as well as some precautions for suturing. If Doctor Mo is interested, I'll copy one for you when I get back."

After hearing this, Doctor Mo's eyes lit up and he asked excitedly, "Is what my wife said true?"

He really didn't expect that after just a few words, the other party would give him such an important thing.

Song Xile nodded solemnly, "It's hard to deceive you."

Doctor Mo was touched by her serious expression, but he also felt a little embarrassed. "Is this too much to ask?"

In this era, medical skills would not be easily passed on to outsiders, and would only be passed on to close bloodlines or trusted disciples.

But Song Xile doesn't think so. In modern times, any medical knowledge can be found on the Internet with just a few clicks.

However, even though she thought so, she still had to come up with a high-sounding excuse.

"Master has devoted his life to curing illnesses and saving lives. If he knew that his manuscripts could benefit more people, he would definitely feel gratified."

Doctor Mo was deeply moved and bowed in the direction of Song Xile.

Song Xile quickly dodged.

Doctor Zheng, who was standing by, looked at Doctor Mo with envy.

In just a few words, he got such an important manuscript. He stared at Song Xile with burning eyes, and he also wanted to know what to do.

At this time, the medicine boy handed over the packaged medicine. Song Xile took it directly and asked, "How much?"

Therefore, he did not understand the look in Doctor Zheng's eyes.

Doctor Zheng quickly said, "No, it's not necessary. My wife is so kind, and I would be embarrassed to charge you for this medicine."

Doctor Mo nodded repeatedly, "Exactly, absolutely."

Song Xile did insist on paying, "The manuscript belongs to my master. If Doctor Mo finds it useful and can cure patients, my master will be very happy."

"It would be a shame if I bought this medicine and used my master's name to take advantage of it, otherwise my master would definitely scold me in my dreams."

Seeing her say this, Dr. Zheng had no choice but to accept the money for the medicine.

Before leaving, Song Xile reminded him, "Doctor Zheng, if someone comes to ask me what medicine I just bought..."

Before Song Xile could finish, Doctor Zheng patted his chest and assured with a solemn oath, "Don't worry, this is the patient's privacy, and our pharmacy will never disclose it to the outside world."

Song Xile said helplessly: "No, I hope you can tell him the truth."

Doctor Zheng was stunned on the spot. After the people left, he asked Doctor Mo beside him in confusion, "Did I hear correctly just now?"

Doctor Mo glanced at Doctor Zheng with a smug look on his face. "You're not old yet, so why are your ears no longer useful?"

"Hey, I mean, you are..."

Just as the two were arguing, someone walked in from outside the door.