Reborn, meet you again!

Old Madam Song’s Cun Shou Tang is located at the easternmost end of the backyard. It is not decorated ornately, but is simple and rustic.

Song Wan knew that this was her grandmother's own request. Her grandmother had lived a hard life, and even though her father was in power, she was still not used to extravagance.

She also had an embroidery room built in the yard. When she had nothing to do, she would sit in it and embroider some small items for her father and grandchildren.

While she was thinking, Song Wan had already followed Uncle Fu into the inner room. She took a look and saw three people sitting inside.

Grandmother, third sister Song Yan, and Aunt Wen.

Aunt Wen was sitting upright on one side, her concerned gaze fixed on Song Yan and Old Madam Song.

Song Yan personally served her grandmother ginseng soup.

Song Wan clearly saw that her grandmother's eyes were covered by a layer of white blood, and her eyes looked lifeless.

Song Wan couldn't help but feel distressed. Grandmother had suffered so much in her life...

"Aunt Wen, Miss Jiang is here."

When Uncle Fu's voice sounded, Song Wan came back to his senses and bowed.

"I have met several distinguished persons."

Upon hearing this, Aunt Wen turned around and looked at the person who came.

When she saw Jiang Wanqiao behind Uncle Fu, she was slightly stunned, as if she did not expect that this legendary female doctor would have such a beautiful appearance. But immediately, she stood up and smiled.

"Miss Jiang, there's no need to be so polite. I've heard that Miss Jiang is an excellent doctor."

"Our old lady's illness still depends on Miss Jiang."

Although he knew that the person in front of him was just a merchant's daughter, in Tianqi, doctors with excellent medical skills were highly respected.

Just like the great doctor Lu, even the master was polite to him when he met him.

After all, no one can guarantee that he or his loved ones will not suffer from various diseases. At the critical moment, this can save lives!

She knows her limits.

Song Wan had a perfect smile on her face.

"Madam, you are too kind. I will do my best!"

When Song Yan heard this, she stood up at the right time, handed the ginseng soup in her hand to the maid beside her, and nodded to Song Weiwei.

"Thank you, Miss Jiang." Then he obediently stepped aside.

Song Wan then sat down where Song Yan had just sat, and politely placed his hand on Old Madam Song's wrist.

She was actually very familiar with her grandmother's illness, but she still had to go through the necessary procedures to avoid arousing suspicion.

I lowered my eyes and looked at my grandmother's hands, which were still a little rough even after years of maintenance.

Song Wan suddenly remembered that she and Song Yan were both taught needlework by their grandmother herself.

But whether it was the small embroidery needle or the long hours of sitting still, it was extremely torturous for her.

So no matter how superb my grandmother's embroidery skills were, she only embroidered tigers that looked like dogs, which made my grandmother and father laugh and cry.

However, the third sister was trained to have embroidery skills that could rival those of her grandmother.

She knew that although her grandmother did not discriminate against the children in the mansion, she privately preferred Song Yan.

Of course, this was also due to the fact that she and Song Jing were "doing mischief" outside. My grandmother didn't go out often and didn't understand the affairs of the court very well. My father didn't want my grandmother to worry about him, so he didn't make things clear.

After all, it is better to have one's own grandchildren play a little more than to know that one's son is walking on thin ice every day next to the late emperor.

She wasn't unhappy about this.

Ten fingers stretched out have different lengths, and it is normal for people to have their own likes and dislikes. It is fair that her father loves her more and her grandmother loves her third sister more.

Song Wan wanted to withdraw her hand from taking her grandmother's pulse, and began to carefully observe the condition of her eyes, and asked a few questions carefully.

Although Old Madam Song could no longer see the person in front of her, she followed the direction of the voice and answered the questions one by one very kindly, and comforted her at the end.

"My eyes are suffering from an old problem, and it's not easy to cure. Miss Jiang, don't worry about it."

"Yan'er, keep an eye on your brother. No matter whether Miss Jiang can cure my eyes or not, don't act silly anymore. Don't scare the girl."

What she said was, of course, about what happened a few days ago when Song Jing kicked out all the doctors who couldn't cure her eyes.

Song Yan smiled gently upon hearing this and responded to Old Madam Song very patiently.

"Brother was worried about Grandma's illness a few days ago, so he lost his composure for a moment. Grandma, don't worry, Father has already taught him a lesson, and he will definitely not act impulsively again."

Song Yan said this with a joking tone.

"And even though grandma hasn't seen her, Miss Jiang is as beautiful as a fairy from heaven. When my brother sees her, how could he bear to kick her out?"

Old Madam Song knew that Song Yan was trying to cheer her up, so she also smiled.

Ever since she knew that Song Yi's illness was almost cured, she felt relieved. And Song Yan moved in to accompany him all day long to comfort him.

Now she has become more open-minded.

Although Wan Yatou's passing was heartbreaking, it was already irreversible.

Those of them who are still alive must move on.

She also didn't want these younger generations to worry about her.

"Girl, you've even learned how to tease your brother."

"Miss Jiang is still here, so there's no need to worry about offending her."

Song Wan listened to Miss Jiang's words one by one, feeling bitter in her heart, but she still maintained a polite smile on her face.

"What are you talking about, Madam? Third Miss is praising me. I am so happy."

"Madam, you suffer from eye disease, yet you still think so carefully about me. You have such a kind heart. Heaven will not let you suffer."

Song Yan, who was standing by, quickly understood the other meaning in Song Wan's words and showed a look of joy on her face.

"Miss Jiang, what you mean is... my grandmother's eye disease, can you cure it?"

Song Wan smiled.

"Of course, acupuncture is not difficult for me."

"It's just that the old lady's eye disease seems to have existed for many years. Now it must be a relapse of the old disease. It may take some time to cure it."

As soon as these words were spoken, Aunt Wen came over with some excitement.

"Miss Jiang, are you serious?"

She had heard of the words "golden needle removal".

From the mouth of that great doctor Lu.

"Really!" Song Wan answered without any hesitation.

"I will give the old lady acupuncture today. From now on, you can come every three days."

"After two months, the old lady's eyes will be back to normal."

Aunt Wen was immediately overjoyed.

She heard about this Miss Jiang from the nanny beside her, so she asked someone to make some inquiries and discussed it carefully with Yan'er before deciding to invite her.

For fear that the Prime Minister would be disappointed again, she did not even inform him in advance.

I didn't expect that Miss Jiang could really cure it, and she made it sound so easy.

This is truly a great joy for the Prime Minister's Mansion, which is currently plagued by bad news.

"Good! Good! That's great."

"Uncle Fu, go tell the master the good news."

Song Wan, who was taking the medicine box from Hong Chang and preparing to take out the needle, paused imperceptibly when he heard this, and a trace of joy spread in his heart.

at last……

Can I see my father again?

……