Falling into the mortal world

Seeing that the doctor had already started taking Lan Xiaoya's pulse, Lan Qingqing began to listen quietly from the side.

After taking his pulse, the doctor said: "Your body is fine. Just rest for a couple of days."

After the doctor finished speaking, he began to write the prescription. Lan Qingqing was relieved to hear that the doctor said there was nothing wrong. There was a wine shop next door to her house, so Lan Qingqing went to the wine shop next door.

At this stage, the wine is not very pure, and its sterilization effect is not ideal.

Even if it has some effect, it's better than nothing.

The innkeeper was watching the commotion outside when he saw Lan Qingqing go to his tavern. He hurried back. When Lan Qingqing saw the innkeeper, she asked, "Innkeeper, what's the strongest liquor you have here?"

The shopkeeper took out a small jar of wine from the counter. This "Top Scholar Wine" was the best wine in the shop. Lan Qingqing opened it and smelled it; it was at most 30 degrees.

"How much is this wine?" Lan Qingqing asked the shopkeeper.

This wine costs ten taels of silver, but since we're neighbors, I'll give you a fixed price of nine taels.

Lan Qingqing had also seen wealthy women come here to buy wine, which cost ten taels per jar.

Lan Qingqing took out ten taels of silver from her sleeve and handed it over. The shopkeeper hurriedly took out one tael of loose silver and handed it over as well.

Lan Qingqing did not take the money, but asked: "Do you have any needles and thread here?" Lan Qingqing often saw the tavern owner sewing clothes with needles and thread, which is why she asked.

The shopkeeper said: Yes, I'll get it for you right away.

He then went to the counter and took out a sewing kit, handing it to Lan Qingqing.

He also handed over the one or two taels of silver he had in his hand.

Lan Qingqing took the sewing box, but did not accept a single tael of silver.

He simply said: "Consider the one tael of silver as payment for your needlework."

Lan Qingqing had no intention of taking advantage of this, lest her boss's wife become suspicious all the time.

When Lan Qingqing returned to the shop, the doctor had already begun taking Feng Caidie's pulse, as Feng Caidie's injuries appeared to be more severe than Lan Xiaotian's.

Because it was in the shop, and it wasn't appropriate for men to see the woman's legs, the senior doctor could only take her pulse and assess the situation.

After taking Feng Caidie's pulse, the old doctor began writing a prescription. Lan Qingqing simply set up a small tent with a cloth and surrounded Feng Caidie inside so that people outside could not see what was happening inside.

The old doctor handed Lan Qingqing a bottle of medicine for her injuries.

Lan Qingqing took it and went straight into the tent.

"How is Sister Caidie, the doctor?" asked Lan Xiaoya.

The old doctor sighed and said, "This girl can only do her best and leave the rest to fate."

Lan Qingqing heard the old doctor's words, but she didn't stop what she was doing. She arranged everything neatly.

The old doctor thought Lan Qingqing wanted to check on the wound! The commotion outside hadn't subsided yet.

Among the onlookers, someone asked curiously: What is this girl in blue doing with the wine?

Many people didn't notice it at first, but after someone pointed it out, everyone realized that what the girl in blue was holding looked like the Zhuangyuan Hong (a type of red wine).

Those who appreciate fine wine know that Zhuangyuanhong is not cheap. Even the most ordinary wine costs 80 wen per jin, and Zhuangyuanhong is even more extraordinary. Even the wealthy families in town cannot afford to drink it every day.

Lan Qingqing had no time to pay attention to the gossip outside. Feng Caidie lay on a stool with her legs propped up on another stool. Lan Qingqing took off her veil, lifted Feng Caidie's trouser leg, and saw that blood was still flowing from her leg, staining the trouser leg bright red. Feng Caidie's lips were also bloodless, which were symptoms of excessive blood loss.

Lan Qingqing said with some heartache: "Why are you still trying to be strong when you're already injured like this?"

Feng Caidie's voice lacked its usual vigor. "It's alright, I'll be fine after a nap, don't worry, young lady." Her voice was weak, like a mosquito's buzz. It was almost inaudible unless you listened very carefully.

Butterfly is sleeping now. I need to treat your wound; it might hurt a lot.

Feng Caidie nodded weakly.

Then, weakly, he said: "It's so good to have met you, my lady. You are like a light in the darkness, warming me. In my next life, I still want to meet you and serve you for the rest of my life."

Lan Qingqing said softly: "With me here, you'll be fine. Trust me."

Lan Qingqing uncorked the wine, and the aroma of wine filled the air. Everyone was curious, but no one could see inside.

The old doctor was also extremely curious, but he couldn't go in to see, since men and women are different.

After the old doctor finished taking Lan Xiaotian's pulse, he instructed the apprentice to prepare the medicine. Actually, these things could have been done by the injured person's family.

Generally, after completing the consultation, writing the prescription, and dispensing the medicine, I can leave on my own.

He deliberately lingered here a little longer today, just to see what this little girl was doing.

Lan Qingqing first poured the wine into the sewing box, and then used the wine to wash the wound. When the wine was poured on Feng Caidie's leg, Feng Caidie groaned in pain.

This terrified everyone. The old doctor, still worried, said to the people inside the tent: "You mustn't touch the girl's wound; it's easy for it to fester and ooze pus."

Lan Qingqing understood what the old doctor meant; it meant the wound was infected.

Lan Qingqing didn't respond to the old doctor's words, focusing instead on what was to come. She poured some wine into a bowl, rinsed her hands in it—she had no gloves, so this was the only way. With such a long gash on her leg, it was easy for it to get infected if it wasn't stitched up. Lan Qingqing applied pressure to Feng Caidie's acupoints, but the anesthesia would only last a short while. Therefore, Lan Qingqing had to speed things up.

Once the numbness wears off, the pain will be excruciating.

Lan Qingqing held the needle and thread in one hand and began to sew, while also feeling fortunate. If she had cut an artery, even a god couldn't have saved her, not for any other reason than the lack of medical care in ancient times.

Every time Lan Qingqing stitched a stitch, Feng Caidie gritted her teeth to keep from crying out.

Even though the pain was reduced to a minimum, it was still excruciatingly painful.

Lan Qingqing stitched up fifteen stitches, and finally finished.

Lan Qingqing smelled the old doctor's medicine, thought it was fine, and applied it directly to Feng Caidie, then tore off a new piece of cloth to wrap the wound.

After Lan Qingqing finished treating the situation, she took down the tent. Everyone then saw that Feng Caidie was covered in sweat, probably in pain. At this time, the medicine boy's medicine was also ready.

The young apprentice brought the medicine to Feng Caidie, who drank it with great difficulty.

Although Lan Xiaoya fainted earlier, it should only be a mild concussion. The doctor said it's nothing serious.

Lan Qingqing showed it to Lan Xiaotian, and since the two were siblings, no one gossiped about it.

Lan Qingqing saw that the wound had already been treated with medicine powder by the old doctor. Lan Xiaotian's wound was on his arm. Although the wound was large, it was not on an artery.

However, such a large wound still carries a high risk of infection if left unstitched, and Lan Qingqing was unwilling to take that risk.

Lan Qingqing felt it was impolite to wash off the powder directly, so she explained to the doctor, "Doctor, my brother's wound hasn't been cleaned yet. Applying medicine now might cause it to become infected."

"Young lady, your wound is so big, it's easy for it to get infected if you wash it," the old doctor advised.

"Don't worry, doctor, I know what I'm doing," Lan Qingqing said, picking up the wine from the ground and pouring it directly onto Lan Xiaotian's arm to wash it off.

Those watching felt a pang of heartache. Someone in the crowd said, "Girl, if you don't have water at home, I'll go get you two buckets. There's no need to waste such expensive wine!"

Lan Xiaotian winced in pain. There was a tavern nearby, and he naturally knew the value of the wine. He felt a pang of heartache; his older sister never seemed to care about money.

The old doctor felt a pang of heartache looking at the wine. He usually only dared to drink wine that cost a few hundred coins, and would only buy a few taels of silver's worth of wine as a treat when he was feeling a bit craving it.

This girl is really something else.