I became a stepmother and got rich with my cute baby.

The man's words of gratitude had not yet ended, and Song Wanqing could feel that his merit points had increased slightly.

But now is not the time to be happy. Her eyes fell on the old man in the crowd. He was wearing a plain robe, his body was slightly hunched, his hair was white, his eyes were kind, and he was staring at her with a smile, with a hint of surprise on his face.

If he hadn't reminded her just now, she would have made a mistake in inserting the needle, but he was able to give such an accurate answer just by standing by and taking a look.

Could it be some miracle doctor?

Song Wanqing stood up, walked towards the old man, nodded slightly and said: "Thank you for your advice, may I ask your name?"

The old man waved his hand, looking at her with eyes full of admiration, and said happily: "I am not worth mentioning, but the young lady just saved the man in time, and the acupuncture was fast, accurate and ruthless. You are a good seedling for studying medicine."

"I wonder who your teacher is?"

This is what the old man is most concerned about.

This girl completed the whole process from diagnosing the patient to giving the injection in just one breath. Without sufficient medical knowledge, it would be impossible for her to do this. And in this world, apart from him, he has not found another person like her.

Song Wanqing pursed her red lips and said, "My surname is Song, and I have only learned a little bit from my ancestors. I am not proficient in medical skills. If it weren't for the advice of the senior, I'm afraid that man's leg would have been crippled."

The old man nodded, understanding.

There is no medical expert named Song in the world. Could it be a coincidence?

However, this girl had a stable mind and her temperament was as cold as the moon. She did not show any panic when she was in trouble just now, and she was still so humble now. The old man could not help but nod his head, and admired her more in his heart.

Seeing this, Song Wanqing raised her lips slightly and said, "Grandpa, could you come to our mansion to rest for a while? You don't look like a local."

The old man nodded and sighed, "Yes, I came to Xuancheng this time to look for someone. I arrived yesterday, but I have been wandering around for a long time and still haven't found the person I am looking for."

As he spoke, the old man seemed a little angry.

An elderly man at such an old age had to travel hundreds of miles, and when he arrived in Xuancheng there was no one to receive him!

Absolutely outrageous!

The smile on Song Wanqing's face deepened. She lowered her eyes, and had another plan in mind.

Although Yan Chu agreed to capture the miracle doctor, it has been more than half a month and there is no news. I shouldn't have placed such high hopes on him in the first place.

It seems that if she wants to restore her husband's sanity, she has to do it herself.

And isn’t the old man in front of me a godsend opportunity?

The old man didn't know what Song Wanqing was planning, so without thinking, he followed him to the mansion. At least he had a place to rest.

Song House.

Song Wanqing had just moved here and had not yet done a thorough cleaning of the mansion, and she didn't even have a maid.

The old man's eyes were full of surprise. He couldn't help but ask, "Miss Song, this mansion is so magnificent, why doesn't it have even a servant?"

Watching Song Wanqing skillfully making and pouring tea, the old man's eyes became softer. He didn't expect that such a simple woman outside could own such a mansion by herself, and be so frugal!

Sure enough, he saw the right person.

Song Wanqing smiled and explained, "Grandpa, you don't know, I just arrived in Xuancheng, and this mansion was given to me by the city lord. Besides, I am used to doing these little things as a peasant woman, so I didn't hire any maids or servants."

"Did the city lord give it to you as a reward?" The old man frowned, his eyes filled with inquiry.

Song Wanqing knew what he was wondering about. A woman could actually receive such a reward. She was not an ordinary person.

She explained the whole story in detail, and the old man breathed a sigh of relief.

"By the way, Grandpa, who are you looking for? I can help you find it."

"Find an idiot."

Song Wanqing's hand holding the tea froze for a moment, surprise flashed across her eyes, and she quickly asked, "Grandpa, why are you looking for Chi'er? Is he your relative?"

"No, no." The old man waved his hand, his eyes became sharp. He looked at Song Wanqing and said, "I was asked to come and treat a very important person, but that person has become a mentally retarded child at such a young age."

He is young, a fool, and is trusted by others.

This series of words gave Song Wanqing a hunch. Could this old man be the legendary miracle doctor?

Her eyes sparkled, she suppressed her excitement and asked tentatively, "Excuse me, is the man who invited you here tall and majestic, but actually a simple and honest man?"

"How do you know?" The old man slammed the table, his eyes burning.

Aren’t you talking about that silly boy Yan Chu!

Song Wanqing couldn't hide the excitement in her eyes and asked, "Excuse me, are you the current miracle doctor - Mr. Zeng?"

"It's the old man."

The old man stood up, and the two of them looked like old friends who had met each other too late!

"Doctor Zeng, the prince is resting in the room. I'll take you to see him." Song Wanqing calmed down and led the doctor into the room.

at this time.

Cheng Qian'an was staring at the fallen flowers boredly. He was leaning on the stone table in the yard, his starry eyes slightly drooping, a myriad of thoughts between his brows, and he looked depressed.

My wife said she was going out, but it’s been so long, why hasn’t she come back yet?

He pursed his lips in dissatisfaction. Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps sounded behind him. Cheng Qian turned around and saw his wife leading an old man towards him with a happy face.

"My wife!" Cheng Qian'an ran over and hugged Song Wanqing in his arms, burying his head in her neck aggrievedly. A faint fragrance instantly dispelled the anxiety in his heart.

Mr. Zeng was a little surprised. It seemed that this was the prince. He actually called Miss Song "Madam"?

He couldn't help but exclaimed: "Wife?!"

Song Wanqing's ears turned red. She gently pushed Cheng Qian'an away and said, "That's right. This is your Highness, and also my husband."

Mr. Zeng understood and did not ask any more questions.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked closely at the idiot in front of him. He had a handsome face, firm brows, and his black eyes seemed particularly similar.

His eyes sparkled with tears, and he said with emotion: "I never thought that I would be able to see Your Highness again in my lifetime. This old man has no regrets in this life!"

As Mr. Zeng spoke, his eyes dimmed.

He and that old friend look so much alike. If all that hadn't happened back then, they wouldn't have ended up like this!

Cheng Qian'an took a half step back and hid behind Song Wanqing.

Last time, Yan Chu came and stayed with his wife every day. Why is there another old man here now?

It turns out that her wife is so charming that all the men are vying for her!

He must protect his wife well!

Mr. Zeng only took a quick glance and saw through Cheng Qian'an's thoughts. He stroked his beard and laughed.

"Qian, do you still remember me? I held you in my arms when you were a child!"