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

Cui Xiaoliu's test results were very bad; he had become a vegetable. When Song Zhili first saw the results, she didn't understand why Cui Xiaoliu, who was perfectly fine, would suddenly become a vegetable.

So she examined him carefully again, but the results came back the same as last time.

Song Zhili had no choice but to accept the result. She left the space with Cui Xiaoliu, then took the examination report, opened the door, and walked out.

He Miaomiao and Amei had already moved a chair and were sitting outside the door, but when they saw Song Zhili open the door, they both stood up at the same time.

At the same time, he asked Song Zhili.

"Ah Li, how is Xiao Liu? Why did the examination take so long? Is he very ill?"

"How are the young lady and gentleman? Have you found anything?"

Song Zhili glanced at their worried expressions, his eyes flickered, and then he put away the examination report in his hand and looked at the two of them.

For a moment, she didn't know how to tell the two of them, especially He Miaomiao. She had been worried about Cui Xiaoliu for so long, and now that she had finally found her, she felt it was somewhat cruel to tell her that Cui Xiaoliu had become a vegetable.

But it was the truth, and she couldn't keep it from them. She sighed again and turned to He Miaomiao with some reluctance.

"Miaomiao, Cui Xiaoliu is probably not going to be well in the future. He is now in a vegetative state, and it is uncertain whether he will wake up again."

"Clap."

The cup in He Miaomiao's hand fell to the ground, making a crisp shattering sound.

"Miss, may I ask what a vegetative state is? What kind of disease is it? Is it incurable? This young lady just said your medical skills are very good, so even you can't do anything about it?"

When Amei heard Song Zhili utter a strange word that she didn't quite understand, her reaction wasn't as strong as He Miaomiao's.

Seeing He Miaomiao standing there in a daze, not yet reacting to what she had just said, Song Zhili turned to Amei and gave her a simple explanation of what a vegetative state was.

After hearing Song Zhili's explanation, Amei, like He Miaomiao, stood there stunned for a while before she came to her senses.

When she came to her senses and wanted to go inside to check on Cui Xiaoliu, she found that He Miaomiao had already gone inside.

The two of them went into Cui Xiaoliu's room together and looked at the person on the bed with heartache. He Miaomiao, in particular, knew that Cui Xiaoliu had gone through a lot. He had lost his memory and been poisoned before, and now he was in a vegetative state.

In the morning, I went to get a cloth and wiped Cui Xiaoliu's hands and face. I couldn't help but secretly shed a tear.

Amei had been watching He Miaomiao closely. When she saw He Miaomiao trembling, she knew that she was crying. After thinking for a moment, she went back to her room, took a handkerchief, and handed it to He Miaomiao.

"Young lady, don't be too sad. I just heard that other young lady tell me that being in a vegetative state isn't necessarily incurable; there's still a chance that the person can wake up."

When He Miaomiao saw a handkerchief in front of her, she took it without ceremony, wiped her tears, and then turned to Amei and whispered her thanks.

"Thank you."

Amei felt a little embarrassed by the thank you, and her face turned red. But then she thought of Cui Xiaoliu's illness and said worriedly.

"No wonder he's been unconscious in bed ever since I brought him back. My father even went outside to find a doctor to take a look at him, but it didn't help."

You don't need to worry too much. I believe good people are always protected by heaven; maybe he'll wake up in a few days.

Amei had previously worried that they weren't Cui Xiaoliu's friends, so she spoke to He Miaomiao and the others with some hostility. But now she saw He Miaomiao crying because she was sad for Cui Xiaoliu.

She also felt guilty about her previous assumptions, and now that she saw He Miaomiao so upset, she could only awkwardly say a few words of comfort.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just suddenly heard this news and I'm really upset. Let's go, I'm going to ask Ali if there's any other way."

Upon hearing that He Miaomiao was going to find Song Zhili, Amei placed the other handkerchief she was holding on the table and then ran out of the house with He Miaomiao. The two of them walked towards Song Zhili's room.

When He Miaomiao and the others arrived, Song Zhili and He Chengjing were also talking about this matter. Song Zhili looked up and saw He Miaomiao and the others coming over. She waved to her. When He Miaomiao got closer, she saw that He Miaomiao's eyes were a little red, and she knew that she must have cried sadly.

"Miaomiao, don't be too sad. Maybe Cui Xiaoliu isn't that serious. Come here and I'll teach you a technique. You can massage him every day and combine it with my acupuncture. Maybe he'll wake up in a few days."

After Song Zhili finished speaking, she patted He Chengjing, signaling him to lie down on the bed, as she wanted to use him as an example.

He Chengjing could only obediently lie down on the bed. Song Zhili walked to the bedside and demonstrated and explained at the same time.

He Miaomiao and Amei watched very attentively from behind, carefully memorizing every step Song Zhili took.

After Song Zhili finished giving He Chengjing a massage, Amei's face turned almost red to her ears.

In their village, if unmarried men and women have such intimate contact, they are destined to get married.

Since she rescued Cui Xiaoliu, due to the difference between men and women, she usually only wipes Cui Xiaoliu's face and hands, and nothing more.

But seeing Song Zhili's massage routine, which involved intimate contact with Cui Xiaoliu, she felt somewhat embarrassed and decided not to get involved.

Seeing that He Miaomiao and Cui Xiaoliu had a special relationship, she decided to give the opportunity to He Miaomiao.

Thinking this, Amei turned to Song Zhili and He Miaomiao, "Ladies, it's getting dark soon, and I'm sure you won't be leaving tonight. I'll go arrange accommodations for you."

The small bamboo house next to ours is uninhabited. I'll go and tidy it up for you. You can stay here temporarily tonight.

I hope you won't find it offensive.

Amei hadn't noticed before, but now that she looked closely at Song Zhili and the others' clothes, she figured they must be rich and noble.

I was worried they might find it unpleasant, since the dwellings in their village were rather simple.

"Thank you for your trouble, we won't mind."

Song Zhili and He Chengjing are currently staying in the room arranged for them by the village chief, but this is the only empty room available, and it can't accommodate so many people.

Seeing that Song Zhili and the others were not only not arrogant, but also so polite, Amei's impression of them improved considerably.