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

The first family they came to was the Jiang family where Jiang Surao lived. The patient who needed to see a doctor was Mrs. Wen of the Jiang family. As for what disease she had, no one knew for the time being. However, it was thought that Mrs. Wen did not tell anyone because it involved her privacy.

After introducing himself, the doorman ran into the house to report.

Soon, Song Yuntang and Mu Qiu were led into the Wen family's courtyard by the doorman.

As soon as I arrived at the gate of the courtyard, I heard laughter coming from inside the house, but the laughter stopped abruptly when Song Yuntang appeared at the door.

Jiang Surao was a little surprised.

"Song Yuntang, why are you here at my house?"

As the wife of the Jiang family, Wen lived with the official in the North Street, so she had naturally met Song Yuntang at some banquets.

She looked at Song Yuntang with a puzzled look on her face, then turned to look at the doorman beside her.

"Where's Doctor Song?"

For a moment, she hadn't connected the two people together.

The concierge pointed at Song Yuntang and introduced her, "Madam, this is Doctor Song."

Before Wen could react, Jiang Surao stood up and walked towards her.

"Song Yuntang, when did you learn medical skills?"

Song Yuntang smiled awkwardly, "Life is forced, so having more skills will give you more ways out."

Jiang Surao's face was full of doubt. "How long have you left the Lin family and you've already learned medical skills? Is it reliable? Don't make my mother worse."

Before Song Yuntang entered the room, Wen was still telling her about the rumor that the previous doctor named Song used silver needles to treat illnesses at the door of Baicaotang. She never expected that the female doctor named Song was actually Song Yuntang.

Song Yuntang smiled faintly after hearing her words.

"If I say it's reliable, Miss Jiang will definitely not believe it. I just don't know if Mrs. Jiang would like Miss Jiang to be present when she is seeing a patient."

As she spoke, she looked towards Wen.

After all, it involves privacy, so before diagnosing the disease, of course you have to ask the patient's opinion.

Wen hesitated and looked at Jiang Surao.

"Rao'er, go back to the yard first."

Jiang Surao raised her eyebrows, "Mom, do you really believe her?"

Wen smiled softly, "There's nothing serious wrong with my body, I just feel tired lately and want to take some medicine. Don't worry, if it doesn't work, I'll find another doctor."

Jiang Surao naturally knew that this was just Wen's excuse.

She bowed, glanced in the direction of Song Yuntang, then turned and left Wen's yard.

Song Yuntang smiled, sat down in front of Wen, and poured himself a cup of tea.

"Mrs. Jiang, you're looking for me, right? It's not because you're easily tired, right?"

In the past, when she was at the Lin family, Wen would always be polite to her when she saw her. Now that they met again in this capacity, it was really sad.

"Did you really cure Mrs. Lin's headache?"

Song Yuntang paused while drinking his tea, but didn't deny it. "It was me, but I later found Lin Zhaozhao too annoying, so I didn't go for the subsequent acupuncture sessions."

Wen lowered her brows and smiled.

"I've met that girl a few times, and she's definitely not someone you can handle easily."

Song Yuntang didn't want to continue the topic of Lin Zhaozhao with her, so he raised his glass towards her and said, "Mrs. Jiang, why don't you drink water? Your condition is suitable for drinking more water."

Wen was startled for a moment, then quickly dismissed the maidservant from the room. She approached Song Yuntang and whispered, "Miss Song, have you figured out my problem?"

Song Yuntang stretched out his hand.

"Let me check Mrs. Jiang's pulse first."

Seeing this, Wen quickly rolled up her sleeves and stretched her hand in front of her.

After a moment, Song Yuntang withdrew his hand.

"Mrs. Jiang's pulse is weak and thready, indicating accumulation of damp heat. Is there any burning, astringent, or painful sensation when going to the toilet? Is her urine cloudy or mixed with blood?"

Wen nodded, "That's right."

Song Yuntang looked at her tongue again, "Do you feel any pain in your waist? Do you feel a sense of heaviness in your lower abdomen?"

Wen nodded again, "Both." After thinking for a moment, she whispered, "Not only that, but I also often feel weak and tired."

Song Yuntang hummed, "It's consistent with the pulse I took."

"Is it easy to cure?" Wen asked.

"It's not difficult to treat, but both men and women need to be treated." Song Yuntang looked at her. "Mr. Jiang should have contracted the disease before Mrs. Jiang, right? If Mr. Jiang doesn't treat it, Mrs. Jiang will probably be infected again even if she is cured."

Wen was a little surprised, as if she didn't expect Song Yuntang to have guessed this.

She looked away somewhat embarrassedly.

"I was indeed infected by him." At this point, she felt a little angry in her heart, "Ever since he brought a vixen from Yihonglou from the county town into the mansion, I started to get this disease. If I had known this would happen, I should have stopped her from entering the mansion!"

As she spoke, she slammed the hand holding the handkerchief heavily on the coffee table in front of her.

Song Yuntang opened his medicine box with a calm expression.

"It's no use for Madam Jiang to stop me. It's better to have someone under our eyes than to keep him outside."

When Wen thought about it, it made sense.

The concubine can not only spend money, but is also very seductive. She has seen through the minds of men over the years. When they are married, they are in love with each other, but after a long time, it is always true that a wife is not as good as a concubine, a concubine is not as good as a prostitute, and a prostitute is not as good as a mistress.

If that vixen really gets the last two things, this man would be in real trouble.

When she looked at Song Yuntang again, her attitude became even more friendly.

"In Miss Song's opinion, how should my illness be treated?"