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

Song Wanqing was amused by Cheng Qi'an's uneasy look. She patted his back and comforted him, "Don't be afraid, my husband. This doctor is a miracle doctor. He came to Xuancheng to treat you this time."

"Treatment?" Cheng Qian'an's eyes dimmed, and his brows knitted tightly, looking like a wronged wife, "Wife, do you think I'm stupid?"

As he said this, his eyes actually turned red and he turned his back, ready to leave in anger.

Song Wanqing was stunned. She never expected that Cheng Qi'an could think of these things.

She held Cheng Qian'an's hand, her eyes gentle, and she explained lovingly: "Husband, how could I think you're stupid? I like you so much."

As she spoke, she gently embraced Cheng Qian'an in her arms, and a familiar scent of sandalwood lingered around the tip of her pen.

My dear husband, why are you always so sensitive?

Song Wanqing couldn't help but feel a pang in her heart. She raised her eyes and looked deeply at Cheng Qian'an, whose eyes were dark, and patiently advised: "Husband, Mr. Yan was specially invited by Yan Chu to treat your illness. You don't want to be so foolish, right?"

"If my wife is bullied one day, can you protect me like this?"

Cheng Qian'an's heart was shocked. He pursed his thin lips, and the resentment in his eyes was surging and restless.

He knew that his mental state was different from that of ordinary people and he had always been well protected by his wife, but he also wanted to protect his wife!

After thinking about it, he made up his mind, hugged Song Wanqing tighter, and promised: "My wife, I will treat you. From now on, I will protect you!"

Cheng Qian'an looked at Mr. Zeng with burning eyes.

Mr. Zeng nodded with satisfaction. He took out a pack of silver needles he carried with him and asked Cheng Qian'an to go into the room and lie on the bed.

The only person in the world who can cure this dementia is Mr. Zeng.

He concentrated on taking Cheng Qian'an's pulse and used silver needles to prick many acupuncture points on Cheng Qian'an's head. After a while, he fell into a coma.

Perhaps because of the stimulation, Cheng Qian'an seemed to have a nightmare. Layers of cold sweat continued to seep out of his forehead, and the blood color on his face quickly faded. He frowned in pain, and a muffled groan occasionally escaped from the corner of his lips.

Song Wanqing's face was filled with anxiety, and her uneasy eyes were fixed on Cheng Qian'an's face. Her heart was also tightened and trembling.

She pursed her red lips, clenched her fists, and couldn't help asking, "Is Qi'an okay like this?"

There was no mention of such a situation in her medical books.

Mr. Zeng held his breath and focused, and did not answer her question. After an incense stick of time, Mr. Zeng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

His face also turned much paler. He sighed and said, "Mental illness is different from physical illness. It is not easy to cure. I have already cleared his meridians and acupuncture points."

"Go make him some tonic later, the rest depends on his own luck."

"If your Highness is determined, you may be able to recover in a few days. If your will is weak, no matter how skilled I am, I can do nothing."

Song Wanqing looked at Mr. Zeng with serious eyes. She nodded and brought him the calligraphy.

After a few efforts, he wrote down more than a dozen medicinal herbs.

During this time, Song Wanqing did not forget to explore Cheng Qian'an's life experience. She pondered for a while and asked, "Mr. Zeng, what is your relationship with His Highness? As far as I know, even the royal family cannot invite you."

She really didn't believe that she could rely on Yan Chu alone.

Mr. Zeng was stunned for a moment, and his eyes gradually became distant and profound.

Cheng Qian'an is an orphan of the General's Mansion. More than ten years ago, he owed the General's Mansion a favor. This time he went down the mountain just to repay the favor.

He smiled bitterly, a look of pity appeared on his face, "Your Highness is just a poor man, there is no need to mention the past. After he is cured, I will go back."

Seeing that she was sitting opposite Mr. Zeng, Song Wanqing simply said, "Mr. Zeng, I believe you also saw it when you came to Xuancheng. The current situation in Xuancheng is not optimistic. There are a lot of sick people who continue to receive treatment."

"Oh?" Mr. Zeng raised his eyelids, his eyes tinged with interest.

In the past two days, he had indeed seen everything. It was not an exaggeration to say that Xuancheng was a dead city. Everything needed to be rebuilt, especially the countless sick people in the city. In just one day, he treated several people along the way.

"You are a skilled doctor. You studied medicine to save people. Now Xuancheng needs your help. How about you stay in Xuancheng and live in my house?"

Zeng Lao smiled bitterly and exclaimed: "You little girl, you have set your sights on an old man like me."

There was no blame in his tone, so Song Wanqing seized the opportunity and continued, "You don't have to see patients every day. You only need to help when there are difficult and complicated cases. I have some wonderful medicines here. If you are willing to stay, I will give them all to you."

"A miracle cure?"

"Minor illnesses are cured."

Cure?

Zeng was a little surprised. He asked back, "Is there really such a miraculous medicine in this world? Don't lie to an old man like me."

Song Wanqing smiled faintly, took out a bottle of spiritual spring water, and invited Mr. Zeng to go with her to the clinic to find out what was going on.

The clinic is already overcrowded.

Song Wanqing randomly picked a patient and invited him to the inner room.

"Mr. Zeng, this patient has weak limbs and cold sweats all over his body. He should be suffering from a severe cold. Do you think so?"

Mr. Zeng could tell with just a glance. He nodded and watched Song Wanqing feed the spiritual spring to the patient.

The patient's face looked a little strange, but soon a smile appeared on his face. He felt that all the energy in his body was flowing with the blood, and a warmth was gathering in his dantian. His mental strength was visibly improving.

He stood up and jumped a few times, surprised at the effect of the prescription, and said gratefully: "Madam Song is really a god, I feel like I have all the strength in my body now, I felt cold just now, but now I am completely fine!"

Song Wanqing's eyes were filled with smiles, and she looked at Old Yan.

There was an unconcealable surprise in Mr. Zeng's eyes. He could see that the man's cold was actually cured!

Is there really such a magic medicine in the world! ?

He hurriedly stood up, took the spiritual spring from Song Wanqing's hand, and carefully held it up to examine it carefully.

The spring water was transparent throughout, and the bottle felt slightly cold. He just held it in his palm, and he felt an inexplicable air flow spreading from his palm to his whole body.

"How did you get this medicine?" he asked with his eyes wide open.

Song Wanqing casually brought out the prescription of his ancestors to block the attack, "This is the prescription my father gave me before he left. Although it can cure these minor illnesses, the production process is extremely complicated, so the output is very small."

"Moreover, if we encounter some difficult and complicated diseases, this magical medicine alone is helpless. However, if a doctor with excellent medical skills like Elder Zeng takes action, and this medicine is used as a supplement, it will definitely be twice as effective with half the effort!"

Mr. Zeng's gaze gradually changed from surprise to admiration. He couldn't stop nodding, and his old hands kept stroking his beard.

This little girl is really a wonderful person!

Since they get along so well, he would be bored if he goes back alone, so staying in Xuancheng seems to be a good choice.

"Since Miss Song is so sincere, I will stay in Xuancheng."