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

Song Zhili and He Miaomiao left the house together. Then they went downstairs and booked a superior room. Song Zhili then asked the waiter to cook some porridge.

After paying the money, Song Zhili suddenly remembered the clay figurine vendor. She looked at the sky outside and thankfully the sun hadn't set yet.

The vendor must still be there. She pulled He Miaomiao toward the vendor's stall and saw that the vendor was indeed still there.

The two walked up and saw that the vendor had already made all the clay figures they wanted, and they were displayed on the stall, looking very beautiful and lifelike.

When the vendor saw Song Zhili and He Miaomiao approaching, he smiled and said to them, "Ladies, you've finally arrived! Take a look at these clay figurines you're making. If you see anything that's not right, just tell me, and I'll make changes for you on the spot."

When Song Zhili and He Miaomiao heard what the vendor said, they smiled, walked over, and casually picked up a clay figure to examine it. They were very satisfied.

The vendor's craftsmanship was excellent. "Alright, there's nothing that needs improvement with these little clay figures you made. We'll take them."

Seeing that He Miaomiao and Song Zhili liked it, the vendor was genuinely happy, "Okay, okay."

After Song Zhili and He Miaomiao finished collecting the clay figures, they headed back to the inn. Halfway there, He Miaomiao saw Cui Xiaoliu walking over from another intersection.

He Miaomiao stopped and waited for Cui Xiaoliu. Then they walked into the inn together and went straight to He Miaomiao's room.

He Miaomiao closed the door and turned around to ask Cui Xiaoliu impatiently, "Xiaoliu, you were gone for so long, did you go to the county government office?"

Cui Xiaoliu nodded, then picked up the teapot on the table, wanting to pour himself a cup of tea, but he found no one there; the waiter hadn't brought any tea to his room.

Fortunately, he put the teapot back and then looked up at He Miaomiao and Song Zhili, saying, "Yes, I just came back from the county government office."

Earlier, when you two were inside, some yamen runners came to the door, but I turned them away. I went with them to the county government office and revealed my identity.

After the county magistrate learned of my identity, he dared not do anything to us, but when I asked him about the girls...

He pretended to be stupid and refused to admit it. I didn't have any evidence, and there was nothing I could do to them for the time being.

How is Miss Ma? Is there any hope for her?

Cui Xiaoliu was unaware that Ma Xiaolian had been revived by Song Zhili. He had seen Ma Xiaolian covered in injuries and blood on her clothes on the street, so she must have been seriously injured.

He wasn't sure if she would survive.

"Ali has already helped treat Miss Ma. She has just woken up, but she is seriously injured. If you want to ask her any questions, please wait until tomorrow."

Cui Xiaoliu did want to ask Ma Xiaolian some questions, but after hearing He Miaomiao say that her injuries were extremely serious, he temporarily abandoned that idea.

"Alright, let her rest well first. You guys go ahead with your work, I'll go take care of some things."

Song Zhili and He Miaomiao nodded together, watched Cui Xiaoliu leave, and then the two discussed the matter again inside the room.

As the two were engrossed in their conversation, Qing Shuang came out of Ma Xiaolian's room and knocked on the door. "Miss He, Miss Ma just had some porridge, and she seems to be in good spirits. She asked me to come and call my young lady over."

Song Zhili and He Miaomiao exchanged a puzzled look. They had just come out of her room, and now she wanted to see them again. They wondered what she wanted to talk to them about.

The two didn't keep her waiting any longer. They got up and followed Qing Shuang to Ma Xiaolian's room. Qing Shuang didn't go inside. After Song Zhili and He Miaomiao went inside, she quietly closed the door and stood guard outside.

When Ma Xiaolian, who was lying in bed, saw Song Zhili and He Miaomiao come over, she tried to sit up and reached out her hand to support herself on the edge of the bed, but she still felt weak all over and could not sit up.

Seeing this, He Miaomiao hurriedly ran forward, "Miss Ma, you should lie down. Why don't you let the two of us take over? Is there something else you want to tell us?"

Ma Xiaolian nodded slowly. "I am very grateful to you for saving me. Could you please do me another favor? I want to write a letter to my parents. Could you please help me mail it?"

Song Zhili and He Miaomiao thought Ma Xiaolian was going to say something, but it turned out she just wanted them to help send a letter, which they could certainly do.

But given Ma Xiaolian's current condition, she can't even hold a calligraphy brush, so how is she supposed to write letters?

Just as He Miaomiao was wondering, Ma Xiaolian asked Song Zhili to bring over some letter paper and write it for her.

In this way, Ma Xiaolian would say a sentence and Song Zhili would write a sentence, and soon the letter that Ma Xiaolian wanted to write was completed.

Song Zhili then handed the letter to Qingshuang and asked her to mail it. A short while later, Qingshuang took the letter and left.

Song Zhili and He Miaomiao chatted with Ma Xiaolian for a while longer inside the house. Seeing that she was in good spirits, Song Zhili thought for a moment and then asked her what had happened these past few days.

Thinking back on her experiences over the past few days, Ma Xiaolian's eyes were filled with fear. She tried her best to calm herself down before slowly recounting what had happened.

"After I parted ways with you that day, I stayed at an inn in that county town with Wang Rong. Later, the two of us went out for a stroll."

I don't know how, but we both became infatuated with someone.

When we opened our eyes again, we were already tied up in the carriage.

After that, we were taken by their carriages all the way, and we didn't know where they were taking us. I remember we stopped at one place and changed to another carriage.

Later we arrived in this county town and were locked in a house by that group of people. There were about a dozen of us women together.

Wang Rong was carrying a small dagger. We huddled together, trying to find a way to cut the ropes binding me.

I sneaked out while those people weren't looking, but they spotted me halfway there, dragged me back, and beat me up badly.

Later, because I pretended to be dead, those people were afraid they would really beat me to death, so they stopped hitting me.

They thought I wouldn't run anymore, so they lowered their guard against me. Then I ran out again when they weren't looking, but halfway through the run, I started to feel a sharp pain in my chest.

I fell down on the street, and that's how I met you all.

I wonder how Wang Rong is doing. Now that I've run away, I suspect they might attack her too.