The Rise of a General's Daughter-in-Law Doctor

Meanwhile, Li Muxia was also inspired. Shangguan Jingye was a doctor, so he must be most interested in medical matters. Why didn't she compile some first aid methods that didn't exist in this era and give them to him?

Without further ado, he abandoned his shopping trip and, dragging Li Anran, who was gazing at him with adoration and asking him all sorts of questions, prepared to head back home.

As Li Anran watched them get further and further away from the commercial district, she realized that Sister Xia was leading her back to the manor. She asked in confusion, "Sister Xia, weren't we going shopping? We've gone the wrong way; this is the way back to the manor."

Li Muxia smiled and turned to look at Li Anran: "I'm not going to shop anymore, I have something better." She then gave Li Anran a mysterious smile.

Back at Liuxia Garden, Li Muxia instructed Cui'er to quickly prepare paper and pen. Cui'er, who was wiping the table, didn't dare to delay when she saw her mistress's hurried manner, and quickly went to the room where her mistress usually read to find paper and pen.

It was the height of summer, and after walking such a long distance, Li Muxia was both tired and hot. She picked up the tea that Hong'er had poured for her and drank it all in one gulp. After finishing, she poured herself another cup, and only after drinking three cups did she feel a little better.

But his clothes were already sticking to his skin with sweat, and he didn't care about taking a bath anymore. He asked Hong'er to fan him, because he really missed modern air conditioning.

Looking at Li Anran sitting next to him, fanning him, he wondered when he would be able to lose all this fat.

Cui'er quickly brought paper and pen, and Li Anran, who followed, naturally became her little page, obediently sitting next to Li Muxia and grinding ink for her.

Li Muxia picked up her pen and began writing, outlining the Heimlich maneuver and CPR techniques she had learned in modern times. In addition to the specific steps, she also noted the applicable symptoms, making it a very detailed guide.

Li Anran was grinding ink while looking at what Li Muxia had written. She recognized the Heimlich maneuver, which was the method Xia-jie used to save people today. However, she didn't quite understand the CPR technique, especially the artificial respiration technique.

Seeing that Li Muxia had finished writing and even blew on the ink to make it dry faster, Li Anran couldn't help but ask, "Sister Xia, what does artificial respiration mean?"

Seeing Li Anran's curious expression, Li Muxia said mysteriously, "You'll find out tomorrow."

Li Anran wasn't one to pry, and seeing that Li Muxia was keeping him in suspense, he wisely refrained from pressing for details. He knew it must be something that could save lives, because he saw that one of the applicable symptoms listed by Li Muxia was "can be used for cardiac arrest." If it could revive someone whose heart had stopped, wouldn't that be a method of bringing the dead back to life?

Thinking of this, Li Anran could no longer hide her admiration for Li Muxia, and the way she looked at Li Muxia was just like a modern-day fangirl.

With the gifts prepared, a huge weight was lifted from Li Muxia's shoulders, and she instantly felt much lighter and in a better mood. She carefully put away the written first-aid instructions and immediately decided to make smoothies for everyone.

The method of making ice has not yet been discovered in this world, but most wealthy families have ice cellars and store ice for use during the hottest part of summer. The General's Mansion, of course, also has ice cellars.

Summer is very unfriendly to fat people. A month after Li Muxia transmigrated, the weather became hot. At that time, Li Muxia wanted to soak in the bathtub every day because of the heat. Fortunately, Cui'er brought a bucket of ice to save Li Muxia.

Li Muxia made a lot of shaved ice that day and distributed it to everyone. She also asked Hong'er to send some to her grandfather, second uncle, and second aunt. The smooth shaved ice, combined with the strawberry jam that Li Muxia personally instructed Cui'er to make, tasted refreshing and delicious, with a sweet and sour flavor. Everyone immediately fell in love with this snack called shaved ice. Li Muxia would make it every few days.

Li Anran had tried it once, but he developed a cough afterward, so his mother stopped him from eating it, saying it was too cold and bad for his health. He could only watch his father and mother eat it each time, which worried him greatly.

Strawberries are no longer in season, but thankfully there are still hawthorns. He then told Cui'er how to make hawthorn jam and asked her to make it in the small kitchen. He also instructed Hong'er to fetch some ice from the ice cellar.

Chunxing and Hong'er went together. Only Li Anran and Li Muxia were left in the courtyard. Although Li Muxia was no longer sweating, she was still feeling unwell. She asked Li Anran to wait for her and went into the bedroom to change into some dry clothes.

Li Anran had long been familiar with Li Muxia, and felt as comfortable there as if she were in her own Anran Residence. She picked up the paper and pen that hadn't been put away yet and began to write and draw on the paper, quite at ease.

After Li Muxia changed her clothes, Hong'er and Chunxing returned with a small bucket of ice. Li Muxia looked at the ice, which was emitting wisps of cold air, and wished she could dive into it. She was really afraid of the heat.

Li Muxia, along with Li Anran and two maids, broke the ice into smaller pieces. They then put the broken pieces into a wooden box, sprinkled salt, poured in milk, closed the lid, and shook it vigorously. In no time, the ice pieces turned into a smooth shaved ice. Since they had made shaved ice many times before, the tools were readily available.

By this time, the hawthorn sauce had been cooked and cooled. Li Muxia mixed the prepared shaved ice with the hawthorn sauce, poured it into a delicate little bowl, and then drizzled a little more hawthorn sauce on top. It looked really good.

Li Muxia distributed the shaved ice to everyone, one bowl for each person. Li Anran's health had improved a lot in the past few days thanks to Li Muxia's care, so Li Muxia also served her half a bowl of shaved ice, not letting her eat too much.

Li Anran took the shaved ice and ate it in small bites. The sweet and sour taste was very appetizing. Li Anran quickly finished half a bowl of shaved ice and looked at Li Muxia and the others with lingering relish while biting the spoon.

Then, with lightning speed, she reached out her wicked little hand to Li Muxia next to her, and with the speed of a thief stealing a bell, she scooped up a large chunk of Li Muxia's shaved ice with a spoon and stuffed it into her mouth, as if afraid that someone would snatch it away. Li Muxia looked at Li Anran with doting eyes, smiled and shook her head, and silently moved away from Li Anran.

After finishing her meal, Li Anran turned her gaze to Chunxing and Hong'er beside her. The two girls simultaneously covered their shaved ice with their hands and moved away from Li Anran. Before Li Anran could look over, Cui'er followed Hong'er and Chunxing away from Li Anran as well.

While Li Muxia and her friends were happily enjoying their shaved ice, Prince Rui, Dongfang Jincheng, and his group had already returned to the Prince Rui's residence and were watching Zhu Feng, who had just returned from his apprenticeship, demonstrate his learning achievements.

Zhu Feng was seen performing the Heimlich maneuver on a guard, a posture that made the people present frown.

The fourth prince frowned and said, "Why is this posture so lewd?"

Jun Mochen's lips twitched as he echoed, "It is quite lewd."

Hearing their conversation, Zhu Feng, who was diligently demonstrating, began to fidget awkwardly. He realized his posture looked rather lewd, and his ears turned bright red. He hadn't found it so obscene when he watched the plump lady do it at noon. But since his master hadn't told him to stop, he had no choice but to continue.

Dongfang Jincheng watched Zhu Feng's demonstration carefully, not finding anything amiss. However, he overheard the conversation between the Fourth Prince and Jun Mochen. He stopped Zhu Feng and began to ponder. This seemingly simple action could save a life in a critical moment—was it really something a poorly regarded young lady should know?

Zhu Feng felt like he'd been granted a pardon and quickly moved away from the guard, only then noticing that the guard's face was already bright red. Zhu Feng felt even worse and wanted to find a hole to crawl into.