Becoming a widow for the sake of good fortune? The short-lived prince lived a hundred years

The old mother pleaded with him in tears: "Son, just sell the restaurant. Don't worry, I'm just worried about you!"

Chu Fanglin didn't want to sell. This restaurant was passed down from his grandfather. He grew up here and had deep feelings for it. Business was always booming, so why did it suddenly become unlucky?

Seven days ago, his father had another accident. He had a big carbuncle on his back, which was extremely painful. The doctors couldn't cure it, so they asked him to prepare for his funeral.

He finally couldn't hold it anymore and spread the word that he was willing to sell the restaurant at a discount to anyone who could save his father.

I heard that even the imperial physician in the palace went to see him, but he returned empty-handed in the end.

It can't be cured, it can't be cured at all. Half of my back is rotten and I can get sick at any time.

After hearing the news in the teahouse, Yan Xining made an appointment to meet Chu Fanglin.

"As long as you can save my father, I can go with you to exchange citizenship deeds at any time!" Chu Fanglin was helpless. He didn't believe that the young man in front of him could really do it.

He is too young.

But then he thought, maybe it wasn't the young man who did it himself, but he had a great doctor by his side!

Besides, we have tried so many methods, so what’s the harm in trying one more time?

"Then take me to see your father first!"

"Now?" Chu Fanglin was stunned. He had already expected the other party to make conditions. He had invited them to a table and pleaded sincerely, not letting go of even the slightest hope. But the other party had just sat down and already offered to see the patient first?

"Of course, for the patient, the sooner the better."

"No, there's no one else? Is Young Master Ning a doctor?"

"That's right!"

Chu Fanglin's heart slowly sank. However, looking at the boy's confident eyes, he finally gritted his teeth and brought him home.

It is a large house with three courtyards, and it is obvious that the Chu family is a well-off family.

When we arrived outside the yard where Mr. Chu lived, a foul odor hit us in the face.

Chu Fanglin looked at the young man in front of him and walked hesitantly. This young man was not ordinary from his attire and demeanor. He must be disgusted by such a smelly place, right?

But there was nothing to be done. The carbuncle on my father's body was a serious disease. In just a few days, his entire back was covered with it. The pus in the bumps was fishy and smelly. No matter how hard the servants tried to clean up the smell, they couldn't get rid of it.

Yan Xining had thought of this situation a long time ago and walked in without any hesitation.

The servants in the room were far away, and waves of painful groans could be heard from the bed.

The stench in the house grew stronger.

Chu Fanglin himself felt a little uncomfortable with the smoke.

Turning around, I saw Yan Xining's expression remained unchanged, and her eyes didn't move at all.

His back was covered with boils, and he couldn't wear clothes or cover himself with a blanket. When Yan Xining walked closer, he could clearly see the back that was constantly oozing pus.

This was the worst boil she had ever seen, and it was truly a sight to behold. However, she had seen even more eye-watering scenes of broken limbs, bloody flesh, and viscera flying everywhere, so she didn't find it difficult to accept, just a little surprising.

These boils are painful and itchy. Others would be in unbearable pain if they had only three or five, but he had so many that he didn't faint from the pain and could even scream and groan. It was a miracle.

Chu Fanglin didn't dare look, only at Yan Xining. Seeing that she looked normal, she didn't immediately turn around and leave, asking him to prepare for the funeral. A glimmer of hope rose in his heart, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Master Ning, can, can it be cured?"

Yan Xining took a few careful glances before turning around and saying, "It can be cured!"

Chu Fanglin was overjoyed and was about to have someone prepare writing materials so she could write a prescription. She pulled out a bottle from her sleeve and said, "The red one is for internal use, and the green one is for external use after dissolving in water. This is medicine for three days. I'll see you in the private room of Bixiao Tower in three days."

Holding the medicine bottle in his hand, Chu Fanglin felt a little confused. He didn't know whether to be happy, expectant, or disappointed.

My father is so sick, and this little bottle of medicine can cure him? No need to take his pulse, no need to ask about his condition? No need to do anything?

Yan Xining turned around and walked out. After knowing about this man, she thought someone really wanted to deal with him.

Now looking at his old father's condition, he found that it was really just an illness, not poisoning, and there were no signs of human intervention.

So he's just unlucky?

The moment Chu Fanglin was stunned, Yan Xining had already walked to the door. He hurriedly called out, "Young Master Ning, please stay!"

"Anything else?"

"Mother, my mother is ill. Can Mr. Ning also take a look at her?"

“That’s another price!”

"I understand, I understand!"

"Lead the way!"

Chu Fanglin took the person to a room on the east side.

An old woman lay on the bed, her face haggard and her eyes lifeless. She looked up at the sky and muttered to herself, "Sell it! Sell it! Something terrible will happen!"

Yan Xining raised her eyebrows. She originally thought it was Feng Ji, but since she could actually speak, it couldn't be Feng Ji.

She walked over.

The old woman came back to her senses, her eyes rolling around dully before slowly focusing. Seeing Chu Fanglin, she became excited again.

Chu Fanglin walked over quickly and squatted beside the bed: "Mom, I've asked a doctor to treat you."

"Son, sell it, or something bad will happen!" The old woman seemed not to hear clearly what her son said, and kept muttering.

"Yeah, sell, sell, sell. All is up to mother!"

Yan Xining reached out to feel the old woman's pulse. The old woman seemed to be suddenly startled and looked at her in horror. The words she spoke became: "Monster, monster, don't hurt my son and grandson. If you want to kill someone, kill me!"

Her pupils were dilated, but her limbs could not move, otherwise she would have grabbed around with her hands.

After taking the pulse, Yan Xining stepped back and stood aside with his hands behind his back.

Chu Fanglin looked at her expectantly. He wanted to ask, but didn't dare. The old woman on the bed was still screaming, sometimes calling her a monster, sometimes shouting, "Sell her quickly! Something terrible is going to happen!" Her words were all mixed up and out of order.

"Go out and talk!"

Chu Fanglin felt sad when he saw his mother's appearance, and his eyes turned red. He tucked the corner of the quilt and quickly walked out of the house.

"Mr. Ning, can it be cured?" His bloodshot eyes showed suppressed pain and sadness, but he tried his best to endure it.

"Do you want to be cured?"

"Of course I do!"

"You're willing to lose everything you have?"

Chu Fanglin said firmly: "Yes, I will do it even if it means losing everything I have!"

"Have you ever thought about what would happen to your wife and children if you lost everything?"

Chu Fanglin was stunned, then whispered painfully: "I will try again. As long as I am here, everything will be fine!"

"Since you're serious about healing, bring me some pen and ink!"

Chu Fanglin asked someone to bring pen and ink.

Yan Xining didn't waste any time and just started writing down the prescription.

Chu Fanglin took it. There were a variety of medicines on it, about thirty or forty kinds. Although it also involved precious herbs like ginseng, it did cost a lot of money, but he didn't think these would bankrupt him.

Seeing his confusion, Yan Xining said, "This is the first prescription. Ten doses, three days' worth, worth probably over three hundred taels. Remember, buy all the herbs before decocting them. After three days, change the prescription, and subsequent changes will only be more expensive. We also need to find a master of acupuncture who can use special techniques to help clear her meridians. That's more expensive than the precious herbs in the prescription, and even harder to find!"

"Acupuncture master? Does Mr. Ning know where such a master can be found?"

Yan Xining shook her head without even thinking: "I don't know!"

She is! But when she gave Chu Jinxun acupuncture, she always concentrated her internal energy on the needle tip. After one session, although she appeared calm and composed, her body was actually drained of all its energy.

This body wasn't her original one, and her internal energy wasn't strong enough. If she treated someone else, it would only delay Chu Jinxun's work. Furthermore, if she had given someone else acupuncture, allowing this person, who the imperial doctors had been unable to help, to stand up and walk normally, she would definitely be dug into her.

Once someone knows her identity, Chu Jinxun will die!

"If we can't find it, will my mother be incurable?"

"Not really. I changed the prescription every three days. After three changes, your mother was able to move her limbs and sit, but she just couldn't walk anymore!"

Chu Fanglin breathed a sigh of relief.

If my mother could move her hands and feet and sit up, it would be much better than it is now.

I will look for an acupuncture master later.

He sent Yan Xining out with many thanks and presented her with a heavy purse.

Yan Xining did not refuse and tied the purse around her waist. It was still early and she was not in a hurry. She walked around the garden leisurely with square steps.

Turning the corner, suddenly, a familiar figure appeared not far ahead.

She narrowed her eyes immediately.