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

After Qing Shuang finished speaking, she tried to pull Qing Feng to turn around and go upstairs, but no matter how she pulled, Qing Feng just stood at the door and kept pointing at the doorway.

He was still muttering "Little Six, Little Six" to himself.

Seeing his troubled expression, Qing Shuang glanced upstairs and just then saw He Miaomiao walking out of the house.

She called out anxiously twice, "Miss He, could you come down for a moment?"

He Miaomiao had just come out of the house when she heard someone calling her from below. She glanced down and saw Qingfeng and Qingshuang standing at the entrance of the inn.

Although she didn't know why Qing Shuang had called her, she nodded and walked downstairs.

Qing Shuang called He Miaomiao quite loudly just now, and Song Zhili and He Chengjing, who were inside the house, also heard her voice.

Song Zhili glanced at He Chengjing with a puzzled look. The two of them also came out of the room and saw Qing Shuang and Qing Feng standing at the door.

The two women also went down and came to them. When they came over, Qing Shuang had already told He Miaomiao about the situation.

After hearing what Qing Shuang said, He Miaomiao ran out of the inn.

"What happened to Qing Shuang Miao Miao? Why did I see her running out in such a hurry just now?"

When Qing Shuang heard Song Zhili's voice, she turned her head and saw that she and He Chengjing had come down together. She then explained the situation to the two of them again.

Upon hearing this, Song Zhili knew why He Miaomiao had rushed out in such a hurry; she must have gone to find Cui Xiaoliu.

Song Zhili glanced outside the door and saw He Miaomiao weaving through the crowd, searching one by one. Then her gaze returned to Qingfeng.

"Qingfeng, you've been pointing outside. Did you see Cui Xiaoliu?"

After asking her question, Song Zhili kept her gaze fixed on Qingfeng. Seeing that he didn't seem inclined to answer her, he continued to point outside and call out Cui Xiaoliu's name.

She sighed, not wanting to ask Qingfeng any further questions, but instead turned to Qingshuang, "Qingshuang, you should take him upstairs first. I doubt you'll get any information from him now."

Qing Shuang nodded and pulled Qing Feng upstairs again. This time, Qing Feng did not resist and obediently followed Qing Shuang upstairs.

After Qing Shuang and Qing Feng left, Song Zhili turned to He Chengjing and said, "Let's go out for a walk and see if we can find any clues outside."

He Chengjing nodded in agreement, stepped forward, took Song Zhili's hand, and strode outside.

They wandered around outside for a while but couldn't find He Miaomiao. Song Zhili found it strange. She had seen her at the entrance of the inn just now, and it hadn't been long since they came out. Why couldn't they find her?

"Ah Jing, how come Miao Miao has disappeared in such a short time? I hope something has happened to her?"

He Chengjing's eyes were also searching in the crowd, but he couldn't see He Miaomiao either. However, there were three streets in this county town, and they were currently on the main street. Maybe He Miaomiao was on one of the other two streets. Thinking this, He Chengjing tightened his grip on Song Zhili's hand.

"There shouldn't be anything wrong. Let's just walk around the streets and look for something."

When Song Zizhi heard He Chengjing say this, she also felt that they had only just arrived in Northern Qi, and no one should know them, so how could anything have happened?

Thinking that perhaps she was overthinking things, she and He Chengjing strolled around the streets. They searched all three streets but still couldn't find He Miaomiao, so Song Zhili's heart began to pound.

"Ah Jing, we've walked through all three streets and haven't seen He Miaomiao. Do you think something might have really happened to her? I'm really worried."

"It's unlikely. Why don't we go back to the inn and see? Maybe she's already back."

Song Zhili nodded, and He Chengjing led her back to the inn. As soon as they returned to the inn, Song Zhili glanced at the second floor and saw Qing Shuang standing outside the door. She looked up and asked anxiously.

"Qingshuang, have you seen Miaomiao come back? Is she inside?"

Qing Shuang nodded when she heard Song Zhili's question, and Song Zhili finally felt relieved when she saw her nod.

She lifted her skirt and ran quickly upstairs to He Miaomiao's door. Seeing that the door was not closed but only slightly ajar, she pushed it open and went in, softly calling out, "Miaomiao."

He Miaomiao, who was inside the house, heard Song Zhili's voice. She turned her head and saw Song Zhili coming over. She got up and walked quickly towards Song Zhili.

“Ah Li, you’ve come at the right time. I found a little beggar on the street earlier. Come and see if this little beggar looks somewhat similar to Cui Xiaoliu.”

Song Zhili was pulled inside by He Miaomiao and saw a little beggar who looked about seven or eight years old lying on He Miaomiao's bed.

Although the child's clothes were tattered, his face and clothes were clean, so he looked like a poor child, not a beggar.

He was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, trembling, his body twitching involuntarily every now and then.

It was obvious that the child had a physical ailment, and it was unclear how He Miaomiao had managed to bring him back. Song Zhili stepped forward and carefully examined the child's features, and indeed found that he bore an 80% resemblance to Cui Xiaoliu.

She walked to the bedside, reached out to take the child's pulse, and asked He Miaomiao, "Miaomiao, where did you meet this child?"

"I had seen Qingfeng pointing outside and calling out 'Xiao Liu' earlier, so I thought he had seen Xiao Liu. So I went out to look for him, but I didn't find Cui Xiao Liu. Instead, I found this child lying in a corner of the street."

At first, I went up out of curiosity to see why the child was lying there.

But when I went closer and saw how much this child looked like Cui Xiaoliu, I felt a pang of pity and brought him back, hoping you could examine his illness and see if it could be cured.”

After listening to He Miaomiao's explanation and taking the child's pulse, Song Zhili concluded that the child had asthma and had fainted by the roadside, which must have been an asthma attack.

Song Zhili immediately took out his asthma medication from her spatial storage and fed it to him.

The child took the medicine, and soon his body stopped twitching.

Seeing that he had calmed down considerably, but still showed no signs of waking up, Song Zhili and He Miaomiao gave He Miaomiao a wink, and the two of them left the room, with He Miaomiao quietly closing the door behind them.

"Ali, you said this child looks so much like Cui Xiaoliu, could he be Cui Xiaoliu's relative or his younger brother?"