The fragrance of medicine is alluring, the farm elder sister is cool and cool

"Who is sick? I just called you here to check everyone's pulse." Ye Jinqian said. She called Wen Qingcheng here because she was sick. She couldn't say she was sick at this time. In the Great Qi Dynasty, it was very unlucky to say that you were sick. So she said she was checking the pulse of these young ladies.

"Okay, let's start. I still have to give acupuncture to the old lady. I can't stay here for too long. It's not good to make her wait too long." Wen Qingcheng said.

Ye Jinqian felt cold after standing in the outer chamber for a while, so she turned around and went into the inner chamber with everyone else, asking Wen Qingcheng to check Ping An's pulse and take the opportunity to make things difficult for her. Before leaving, she pointed at Zhu Ling and said coldly, "You, continue to kneel outside."

After saying that, with a flattering look on his face, he put his arm around Jin Jiarou and said, "Jiarou, let's go in."

Zhu Ling was trembling all over, and her face was as pale as paper. Qing Lan knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Ye Jinqian to beg for mercy.

Wen Qingcheng paused, "By the way, I should tell you in advance that Miss Zhu Ling is in very poor health. She has fainted once just now. If she is punished to kneel in the snow again, she may die."

Jin Jiarou glared at Wen Qingcheng. She really wanted to tear this nosy and lowly female doctor to pieces. What did she mean by specifically stating in advance that if she was punished to kneel again, she would die. If something happened to this maid, would it be her fault?

Wen Qingcheng met Jin Jiarou's resentful gaze and continued, "I don't understand the rules of your wealthy family. You made the maid of the Marquis' Mansion kneel to death because of a trivial matter. If this gets out, Miss Jin will be given a vicious reputation, and Miss Ye's reputation will be ruined. My maid made a mistake, and I asked Miss Jin to punish her. As for the other ladies, they witnessed this tragedy with their own eyes, but did not dissuade them..."

Wen Qingcheng didn't say anything else. Jin Jiarou and Ye Jinqian looked angry. Jin Jiarou clutched her sleeves tightly and stared at Wen Qingcheng angrily. She was just a lowly female doctor, how could she have the right to speak here! Jin Jiarou wanted to let her maid teach her a lesson, but she was invited by the old lady of the Marquis's Mansion, not a maid, so she couldn't beat her. She was so angry that her face turned blue.

"Why are you meddling in other people's business? Just take care of your illness! Do you want to spread rumors that we are abusing our maidservants?" Jin Jiarou said.

The young ladies who were watching originally came to enjoy the snow and plum blossoms and compose poems. If someone really died and the news got out from this female doctor, wouldn't they be branded as people who didn't help?

"Forget it, Jiarou, you've already been punished, calm down."

"Yes, Jiarou, you are usually very gentle and kind, but she is just a maid. Don't let her ruin our poetry writing."

Just now, Wen Qingcheng's statement without any emotion, saying that the maid in their mansion had made a mistake and asked Miss Jin to punish her, made Ye Jinqian feel that Jin Jiarou was somewhat disrespectful to her, running to their mansion to take over and punish the maid.

Ye Jinqian waved her hand impatiently at Zhu Ling, "Alright, get out of here. I'm tired of seeing you half dead!"

Wen Qingcheng saw that Zhu Ling couldn't even stand up, so she decided to treat her first. "Miss Ye, it's nothing serious. I'll go treat the old lady first. The old lady also had acupuncture at this time yesterday. It would be bad if we delay."

After Wen Qingcheng finished speaking, she didn't care what Ye Jinqian said. She leaned over, picked up Zhu Ling and walked away quickly.

As they walked along the road, Qinglan admired Wen Qingcheng's strength. Seeing her thin arms and legs, she could actually lift Zhu Ling, who weighed more than 90 kilograms. "Doctor Wen, thank you so much today."

"Don't thank me yet. I think Miss Zhuling is not in good condition. Where do you live? Send her back quickly." Wen Qingcheng saw that Zhuling was about to faint and thought something was wrong.

Qinglan quickened her pace, helped to hold up Zhuling's buttocks, and lightened Wen Qingcheng's burden. She led Wen Qingcheng all the way to the house where the servants of the Marquis' Mansion lived.

Pushing the door open, the room was cold and gloomy. Qinglan picked up some charcoal and lit the stove. Wen Qingcheng laid Zhu Ling flat on the bed and felt for her pulse.

"Miss Qinglan, does she have any medical history?" Wen Qingcheng asked.

Qing Lan was amazed at Wen Qingcheng's medical skills and said hurriedly, "Yes, Zhu Ling has had tuberculosis since she was a child."

Wen Qingcheng nodded, confirming her guess. Zhu Ling was suffering from anemia-type tuberculosis. She was already weak, and kneeling in the snow for so long during her menstrual period had triggered her old illness.

Seeing that Zhu Ling was having difficulty breathing, Wen Qingcheng hurriedly took out the silver needle, quickly disinfected it, and inserted it into Zhu Ling's acupuncture point. After some acupuncture, Zhu Ling's breathing gradually became much smoother.

Wen Qingcheng pulled out the needle, put a press needle on the corresponding holographic point on Zhu Ling's hand, and asked Qing Lan, "Do you have paper and pen? I'll write a prescription."

Qing Lan said, "I don't have any paper or pen. I'll go borrow some from the housekeeper."

Wen Qingcheng calculated the time and said, "Don't go yet. I have to go now. I still have to give the old lady acupuncture. I have some donkey hide gelatin beads here. Take one at a time. Dissolve them and mix them with honey for Zhu Ling to take. I'll write you a prescription after I finish examining the old lady."

"Donkey-hide gelatin..." Qinglan had seen many good things in the Marquis' Mansion, so she knew what donkey-hide gelatin was. That thing was very precious. Someone once gave a box to Princess Pingning. It was said that it was all for the royal family to use, and there was no place to buy it.

"Doctor Wen, how much is this donkey-hide gelatin?" Qinglan asked with some embarrassment.

"20 cents." There were a lot of broken donkey-hide gelatin beads in Wen Qingcheng's space, but they were not worth much.

Qing Lan's eyes lit up, and she said excitedly: "Thank you, Doctor Wen. It is thanks to Doctor Wen's rescue today, otherwise Zhu Ling would be in great danger."

"You're welcome. These are some broken donkey-hide gelatin beads. They don't look very good, but the quality is good." Wen Qingcheng said as she walked towards the medicine box. While Qinglan was not paying attention, she took out a bag of bulk donkey-hide gelatin beads from the space. These were the donkey-hide gelatin beads she made with the leftover donkey-hide gelatin when she was in Yueya Village. However, she didn't have a suitable mold, so the donkey-hide gelatin beads she made were a bit rough and difficult to sell, so she kept them in the space.

After telling Qinglan to take care of Zhuling, Wen Qingcheng went to the old lady's yard alone. When she arrived, the old lady had already woken up, and Wen Liang also came over.

"Madam, Lord Marquis, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. Just now, the eldest lady asked me to go to Meixue'an." Wen Qingcheng said truthfully.

Wen Liang said: "Qian'er is fine, why would I ask you to come over? That's really ridiculous."

Wen Qingcheng smiled and said nothing. She took the old lady's pulse and found that it had stabilized. The old lady was recovering well and had no problem speaking. However, her arms were still not very flexible. Wen Qingcheng would just give her a few more acupuncture treatments and she would be fine.

Wen Liang took out the disinfection tools from the medicine box, and then left the bedroom and waited in the outer hall. Wen Qingcheng gave the old lady an acupuncture injection. "Madam, you should have a good rest. I will come back to give you acupuncture in a while."

Wen Qingcheng left the bedroom, went to the outer hall, found a pen and paper, and wrote a prescription. Wen Liang glanced at the prescription and said, "I'll ask someone to go to the pharmacy in the mansion to get the medicine."

"Master, this medicine is not for the old lady." Wen Qingcheng whispered.

Wen Liang asked in doubt: "Who is that for?"

"This is for Zhuling, a maid in the mansion." Wen Qingcheng did not hide anything from Wen Liang.

Wen Liang thought about it and remembered that Zhu Ling had lived in the Marquis' Mansion for many years. Later, Princess Pingning married with her daughter, and the housekeeper assigned a few maids to take care of Ye Jinqian. One of them seemed to be called Zhu Ling, a very honest girl.

"What's up with her?"