A renowned ancient physician transmigrates into the body of an abandoned woman, only to be sold off

Finally, she arrived at the steamed bun shop, bought a lot of meat buns and put them in her basket. Seeing her spending money like water, Song Dashan felt his heart bleed.

That's all pure silver! He's usually so reluctant to spend it. She's really worried about what will happen if Song Zhili spends it all.

After buying the steamed buns, Song Zhili went to the pharmacy and asked the shop assistant if they bought herbs.

Upon learning that their shop sold medicinal herbs, she and Song Dashan returned to the grain shop, retrieved the grain, and then went back to the oxcart together.

Song Zhili roughly calculated in her mind that the things she bought today cost less than two taels of silver in total.

Sitting on the oxcart, Song Dashan looked at the pile of things he had bought, feeling deeply troubled.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but when he turned his head and saw that Song Zhili was very happy, he couldn't bear to say anything.

"Dad left in a hurry this morning, and you didn't have breakfast. Here, have this bun. Eat it quickly."

Song Zhili wrapped two buns in oiled paper and placed them in front of Song Dashan.

Looking at the two fragrant meat buns in front of him, Song Dashan couldn't help but swallow hard.

“Da Ya, Dad isn’t hungry. You eat. You didn’t have breakfast this morning either.”

Song Dashan pushed the steamed buns towards Song Zhili again.

"Dad, I still have some left. You should eat it quickly, otherwise it will get cold and won't taste good. I also bought some for Mom and Grandma, so you don't have to worry about not having enough."

Song Zhili knew that Song Dashan wasn't not hungry, but rather reluctant to eat the meat buns. He wanted to save them for himself, Song Ziming, or Song Qiqi.

Upon hearing Song Zhili's words, Song Dashan had no choice but to take the two buns and take a small bite.

He has only eaten meat buns a limited number of times in his life; as far as he can remember, he has only eaten them twice.

This time, his daughter bought him the meat bun, and his eyes felt sore and swollen, with an urge to cry.

Some people in the village even said that the daughter was no good, that she was a money-loser. Some people even advised him not to be so good to his daughter when they saw how good he was to her, saying that she would eventually get married and that being so good to her would not bring any return.

Hmph, he now wants to show those people who criticized him back then that his precious daughter is buying him meat buns, while they are!

Song Dashan laughed as he thought about it.

Seeing this, Song Zhili wondered what was going on in Song Dashan's mind that made him laugh so happily. She didn't disturb him, but instead lowered her head and quietly ate her meat bun.

As soon as the oxcart entered the village, Song Zhili saw Song Zidong standing at the entrance, his gaze constantly fixed on their direction.

When Song Zidong saw the oxcart returning, he rushed forward and said, "Father, little sister, you're finally back! Come quickly, come home with me. Something happened to Qiqi."

Upon hearing Song Zidong's words, both Song Dashan and Song Zhili felt a jolt in their hearts.

Song Dashan jumped off the oxcart and asked anxiously, "Hey, boss, what's wrong with Qiqi? Don't just say half of what you mean, you're going to make me anxious!"

"Let's go home and take a look first."

As Song Dashan was speaking, he was about to pull Song Zidong toward home, but then he remembered something and turned around to call out to Song Feng, who was driving the oxcart.

"Song Feng, could you please take my daughter to our house? There are so many things in the car that she can't carry them all."

"Alright, Uncle Song, you and Brother Dong, come on up. I'll take you there together, and it'll be faster."

Song Dashan and Song Zidong thought it made sense, so they both got into the oxcart, and Song Feng carried them to their home.

Song Feng is the village chief's grandson and Song Fang's second brother.

On weekdays when farming is not busy, he would bring out the oxcart and take the villagers to town.

The oxcart they borrowed to pick up Song Zhili earlier was the one belonging to the village chief.

"Boss, tell me quickly, what happened to Qiqi? What's wrong?"

"It's like this, I don't know what happened to Qiqi, she suddenly foamed at the mouth and fainted. I wanted to go find Doctor Xu in the village, but he's not in the village recently."

I was thinking of borrowing an oxcart from the village chief to go to the pharmacy in town, so I'm waiting for you at the village entrance."

Upon hearing Song Qiqi's symptoms, Song Zhili felt a pang of anxiety. She had a feeling that Song Qiqi had been poisoned.

Song Dashan panicked even more, and he suddenly stood up from the oxcart in a hurry.

Fearing he might fall, Song Zidong grabbed his arm, saying, "Dad, be careful with these."

"Yes, Uncle Song, don't worry, we'll be home soon."

Song Feng also heard Song Zidong's words. He was very anxious. He raised his whip and struck the ox hard, making it walk faster.

In just a few minutes, they finally arrived at their doorstep. As soon as the oxcart stopped, Song Zidong and Song Dashan jumped off.

Song Zhili jumped down behind them, glanced at the things on the oxcart, and turned to Song Feng to speak.

"Brother Song, could you please keep an eye on these things for us? I'll go inside and check the situation, and then we'll come back to move them later, okay?"

"Da Ya, hurry up and go inside to check the situation. I'll help you carry all these things inside."

Song Zhili nodded, and then followed Song Dashan and the others inside.

Song Feng helped them unload the things they had bought from the oxcart and put them in their yard.

Song Zhili ran straight to Song Qiqi's door and heard faint sobbing coming from inside.

She rushed in immediately and saw Ji Qingqing holding Song Qiqi, silently shedding tears, while Hu Cuicui and Li Shi stood aside, somewhat at a loss.

When Ji Qingqing saw Song Zidong return, she looked up, her eyes red, and asked in a slightly choked voice.

"Husband, have Father and the others returned? Let's take Qiqi to see them quickly, waah, Qiqi, don't scare your mother!"

When Song Zhili approached, she saw that Song Qiqi's face was bluish-black, which was a clear sign of poisoning. She quickly stepped forward to take Song Qiqi's pulse.

When Ji Qingqing saw Song Zhili taking Song Qiqi's pulse, she remembered that Song Zhili had studied medicine, and she placed all her hopes on Song Zhili.

"Waaaah... Little sister, how is Qiqi? Is she alright?"

"Qingqing, don't speak yet, don't disturb the little sister's pulse diagnosis."

Afraid that Ji Qingqing would disturb Song Zhili, Song Zidong stepped forward and gently patted Ji Qingqing's shoulder.

Ji Qingqing then realized that she had been too anxious. She immediately shut her mouth and nervously watched Song Zhili take her pulse, not daring to breathe.