The fake daughter married into the mountains and had meat to eat every day during the famine

After looking at her for a long time with eyes as deep as a dark pool, Xu Qingye opened his lips slightly.

"What are the conditions?"

"Help me deal with the Huang family." Song Yuntang replied immediately.

"it is good."

it is good?

Song Yuntang was a little surprised. He agreed so quickly?

Without even the slightest hesitation?

Xu Qingye opened the gate wide and stepped aside to make way for Song Yuntang.

"Miss Song, please come in."

Song Yuntang entered the courtyard and looked around the small yard.

There are two rooms side by side, one is a bedroom and the other is a very elegantly decorated study. The double doors of the study face a pot of blooming lotus in the yard.

There is a big tree on the other side of the yard, blocking the sunlight for most of the yard, making it cool and comfortable.

Mr. Xu is indeed a gentleman.

Although he looked young, his temperament was too dull. Even if he told her he was thirty-three, let alone twenty-three, she would not believe it.

The two did not go into the house, but sat under the eaves facing the courtyard gate. The sunlight was blocked by the big tree above their heads, so it was not hot.

The courtyard door was not closed, and the figures of the two people sitting opposite each other were exposed to everyone's sight.

But they were too far away and the villagers couldn't hear what the two were talking about.

Song Yuntang looked at Xu Qingye who was sitting opposite him and smiled faintly, "I didn't expect Mr. Xu to believe me so quickly. I thought it would take some time to convince him."

Xu Qingye smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Maybe it's because people have been sick for a long time, so they want to grab any hope they see."

Song Yuntang didn't say anything more. She stretched out her hand and said, "Mr. Xu, I need to feel your pulse first."

Although the villagers around could not hear what was being said, they could see what was happening inside. When they saw Song Yuntang reaching out his hand towards Xu Qingye, they all widened their eyes in surprise.

"What is Song Yuntang trying to do? She actually wants to disrespect Mr. Xu?"

"How shameless!"

"How could such a god-like figure like Mr. Xu let her..." The person who spoke widened his eyes, "What's wrong with Mr. Xu? He actually reached out his hand!"

Under the gaze of everyone, Xu Qingye pulled his sleeves up slightly, revealing his somewhat thin forearms with distinct veins on his wrists.

The next moment, Song Yuntang took Xu Qingye's pulse and looked at his tongue. After a moment, he asked, "How long has Mr. Xu been ill?"

"Five years."

She took her hand back and asked, "What medicine are you taking now? What is the reaction after taking the medicine?"

Xu Qingye entered the study and took out a prescription from the desk drawer. He placed it in front of Song Yuntang. "The doctor said this medicine moistens the lungs and relieves coughs. After taking the medicine, the cough did ease a little, but as soon as I stopped, the coughing started again."

Song Yuntang nodded, "How was your sleep, sir?"

"not too good."

"Is the phlegm white?"

"Yes."

Song Yuntang looked at him and said, "Then it must be very uncomfortable for you to lie flat on your back on a normal day, right?"

Xu Qingye was a little surprised. He did have all these symptoms, but the doctor before had never asked him so carefully.

"How did Miss Song know?"

"According to the pulse, water has invaded the lungs, which means you can't sleep. You're coughing up white phlegm, which means your lungs are about to become suppurative. The previous doctor used medicine to moisten and nourish your lungs, and although it couldn't cure you, it at least slowed down the further deterioration of your condition. Otherwise, even if you met me now, there would be no way to save you."

As Song Yuntang spoke, he took out a pen and paper and wrote a prescription.

After hearing her words, a glimmer of hope emerged in Xu Qingye's heart, which had been "dead" for many years.

He looked intently at the girl in front of him who was writing a prescription with her head down, and his tone was still calm, but with a hint of uncertainty.

"Can my disease really be cured?"

He had consulted countless doctors before, and they all said that his disease was difficult to treat and that his life would end soon.

Now that I have heard a different answer, it still feels a little unreal.

Song Yuntang nodded. "You can stop taking the previous medication. I'll prescribe a new dose of Shegan Mahuang Decoction for you, and add Platycodon grandiflorum to speed up the pus drainage. It will take about two months for you to fully recover. During this period, I will come to see you every seven days to check on your condition."

As she spoke, she handed the prescription in her hand to Xu Qingye.

Xu Qingye reached out to take it, with a slightly heavy tone in his voice.

"Thank you."

"We each get what we need. Mr. Xu, there's no need to be so polite to me." The matter here has been resolved, and Song Yuntang can't stay any longer, so he stood up and said, "Mr. Xu, I'm going back first. I'll leave the Huang family's affairs to you, Mr. Xu."

Xu Qingye stood up and said, "Don't worry, Miss Song, I will keep my word. Take care."

"Mr. Xu, please stay." After saying this, Song Yuntang left Xu Qingye's courtyard with an open mind. She did not go home along the road to the end of the village, but walked in the opposite direction towards the village entrance.

The villagers who were watching the excitement from a distance in the courtyard looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Was Song Yuntang checking Mr. Xu's pulse just now? When did she learn how to diagnose illnesses?"

"Looking at Mr. Xu, she seems to be quite powerful."

"I've never heard that she can treat illnesses. I thought she was going to be disrespectful to Mr. Xu."

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