I am a winner with Chinese poetry

After saying these words, the servant felt his back soaked with cold sweat. He secretly glanced at his master's expression and found that the smile on his lips had disappeared, replaced by an irritated look.

"That bitch is so lucky. If I had known earlier..." Gu Tianhua rubbed his eyebrows and began to pace around the room in annoyance.

Countless thoughts raced through his mind, and he finally made up his mind. He beckoned the servant over, then lowered his voice and began to explain something. The servant nodded repeatedly and quickly took the order and left.

Only Gu Tianhua, with a ferocious face, was left alone in the room, muttering to himself: "Gu Yunzhou, you can only blame your bad luck. Keep your eyes open on the road to the underworld, and be reborn into a good one in your next life!"

The next day was a sunny day, the late summer, early autumn sun still scorching. From early in the morning, Doctor Mo of Huichun Hall was absent-minded, frequently glancing toward the main entrance. After an unknown amount of time, several people entered Huichun Hall.

The leader was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, dressed in an elegant brocade robe, with a fair complexion and deep eyes. He was closely followed by a vigorous, gray-haired elder, who exuded a faint herbal aroma. Behind him followed several servants and a medicine boy carrying a medicine box.

When Doctor Mo saw the newcomer, his eyes lit up instantly, his face lit with excitement. Without waiting for the waiter to greet him, he hurried forward, his face brimming with respect, and bowed to the old man. "Uncle Liu, you're here! Thank you for your hard work on the journey!" The newcomer was none other than Wei Yu's uncle, Wei Qinghe, and Doctor Liu of Huichun Hall.

Yesterday, they received the news from Wei Yu through the literary communication, and learned that he had actually exchanged a snow spirit grass for a national poem. The Wei family was ecstatic.

Afterwards, they immediately held an internal family meeting and unanimously agreed that Gu Yunzhou was very worthy of investment and friendship. So, according to Wei Yu's request, they hired Doctor Liu from Huichuntang at a high price and had him rush to Liuyun Town day and night.

Doctor Liu glanced at Doctor Mo and had some impression of him. He remembered that Mo Shan was a talented nephew, but because of his lack of literary talent and mediocre literary style, he was unable to advance further in the medical field. It was a pity for his outstanding medical talent.

Doctor Liu still remembers that he felt sorry about this, but he didn't expect that he would come to Liuyun Town.

"It's you, Mo Shan. Judging from your literary aura, it seems that you have just made a breakthrough!" Liu Yun's eyes were as sharp as torches, and he saw through the changes in Mo Shan's cultivation at a glance. With a faint smile on his lips, he nodded to him.

"Yes, I luckily broke through to the eighth-rank scholar not long ago!" Mo Shan couldn't help but sigh in emotion upon hearing this. He knew his path to cultivation hadn't been smooth, but breaking through to the eighth rank was no small feat. He was already fifty-two years old, and even though Confucian scholars have a long lifespan, he'd already lived more than half of his life, and yet he'd only just managed to break through to the eighth-rank scholar.

You know, some people with high talents can reach the eighth rank in three years, but he spent most of his life to finally enter the first rank of scholar. If he didn't have some talent in medicine, he would not be willing to give up like this. He would probably have returned to his hometown to teach the next generation by now.

"Uncle, you're here!" The door curtain was lifted again, and this time the one who came in was the gentle Wei Yu and the somewhat eccentric Li Qingfeng.

When Wei Qing saw them, a gentle smile appeared on his face: "You two guys are here too."

Wei Yu walked up to Wei Qing and bowed respectfully: "Uncle, you have worked hard on the journey." Then he turned to the others, smiled and nodded.

Li Qingfeng couldn't wait to run to Wei Qing and asked curiously, "Hello Uncle Wei, are you here alone this time? Where is Wei Peng, did he come with you?" He looked around, as if searching for Wei Peng.

Wei Qing smiled and replied, "Qingfeng, I'm the only one here this time. Wei Peng is staying home to take care of some matters. But when I get back, you can ask him to come find you."

Upon hearing the news, Qingfeng Li was somewhat disappointed, but he still nodded in understanding.

Wei Qing turned to look at Wei Yu again and said admiringly, "Yu'er, you did a great job this time. The clan leader will reward you based on your merits when you return!"

Wei Yu smiled modestly and said, "Uncle, you're too kind. This is what I should do."

After a brief greeting, the few of them, led by Doctor Mo, entered the wing in the backyard used to treat patients.

Qin had already regained consciousness and was sitting upright on the bed, sipping a bowl of hot porridge. As everyone filed in, they saw Gu Yunzhou take the bowl from Qin and place it on the table.

"This must be Mr. Gu, right? He is truly dignified and handsome!"

As Wei Qingfu entered the room, he saw a handsome young man clearing away the dishes. His eyes were bright and clear, and despite his young age, his every move exuded a calmness beyond his years.

This unique charm is both contradictory and complementary, making people feel favorable towards this person at first sight.

"Yunzhou, this is my uncle. I came here one way to bring Doctor Liu to you, and the other way is for the matter of the national poem. By the way, this is Doctor Liu!" Wei Yu looked at Gu Yunzhou and introduced him to several people.

"Meet Uncle Wei and Doctor Liu. We can discuss other matters later. Doctor Liu, please take the trouble to diagnose my mother's condition again."

Gu Yunzhou had some guesses in his mind just now, so he was not surprised when Wei Yu finished speaking. He just greeted the few people politely, and then looked at the white-haired old doctor with eager eyes.

"Yes, yes, Doctor Liu, thank you for your help!" Wei Qing smiled heartily and bowed to Doctor Liu. Doctor Liu nodded and walked directly to the bed without saying anything more.

Qin was a little timid at first when she saw so many strangers coming in, but when she heard that they were the doctors who would treat her, she didn't care about anything else and stretched out her hand to let Doctor Liu take her pulse.

Doctor Liu placed his finger on the medicine box, and the room fell silent. Everyone stared at his movements, no longer talking. After a while, Doctor Liu lowered his finger, asked Qin a few more questions, and then signaled the medicine boy to bring the medicine box over.

Doctor Liu opened the medicine box, took out a small porcelain bottle, poured out a black pill and handed it to Qin: "Madam, take this pill first."

Qin hesitated for a moment, but still took the pill and swallowed it. As the pill entered her throat, a cool breeze flowed down her throat, relaxing her tense nerves and causing her face to turn rosy.