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

The next morning, Ji Qingqing got up very early. She had been absent-minded while making clothes that morning.

She pricked her hand several times with the needle, but thankfully she gave up and stopped making clothes. Instead, she went to the courtyard to make fish balls with Hu Cuicui and the others.

Hu Cuicui saw this but didn't say anything, while Song Zhili and Song Ziming arrived at He Chengjing's place early in the morning.

Last night, Song Zhili heard Song Ziming say that He Chengjing seemed to be injured, so out of kindness, Song Zhili came over with Song Ziming.

He Chengjing was somewhat surprised to see Song Zhili come over with Song Ziming.

"Brother He, I saw blood on your arm yesterday. Were you injured? Let me tell you a secret, my sister is a very good doctor. Let her take a look at you."

Yesterday, Song Ziming was practicing his basic skills in the courtyard when He Chengjing went out. When he returned, he saw that He Chengjing's arm was wrapped in gauze and the wound was still bleeding. The gauze quickly turned red.

Thinking of Song Zhili's medical skills, Song Ziming decided to bring her over for a check-up the next day. So, that evening, he went back and told Song Zhili about it.

"Go practice your basic skills, and come with me."

Hearing He Chengjing's commanding tone, Song Zhili was somewhat displeased, but then she thought that since he was teaching Song Ziming martial arts, she decided not to argue with him.

So she followed him into the house.

"close the door."

As soon as Song Zhili stepped into the room, she heard his cold words. She glared at He Chengjing when he wasn't paying attention, and then turned around and closed the door.

If it weren't for the fact that he was injured, and that she and He Chengjing were alone in a room together, who knows what kind of rumors would spread if others saw them.

As she was thinking this, she turned her head and saw He Chengjing tear off the strip of cloth from his arm. When she saw the wound inside, Song Zhili couldn't help but gasp.

"Where...where did you go? How did you get so badly injured? And I see your wounds have turned black. Could it be that you've been poisoned?"

But then Song Zhili thought again and found it unbelievable. If he was really poisoned, how could he be standing here unharmed, especially since he was injured yesterday?

"Stop talking nonsense and come over here to take a look."

At this moment, He Chengjing felt that his arm was almost numb. Seeing Song Zhili still standing at the door, lost in thought, he couldn't help but urge her.

Hearing his tone, Song Zhili didn't argue with him. Instead, she stepped forward and carefully examined his wounds.

After she finished reading his pulse, she took his pulse again, and finally withdrew her hand with a solemn expression.

"What happened to you? How did you get poisoned? And it's a highly toxic poison. If you had waited another day, your arm might have been ruined."

Seeing his symptoms and carefully examining his wound, Song Zhili suddenly remembered seeing similar symptoms in an ancient medical book her grandfather had given her.

The name of this poison is Seven Days Killer. It is said that anyone who is poisoned by this poison will not live past seven days.

She studied these strange poisons for a long time, and after her unremitting efforts, she finally created the antidote a year later.

The antidote is currently in her spatial storage, but she can't just take it out directly right now.

"Do you have the antidote for this poison?"

In fact, He Chengjing had no confidence at all when he asked this question. He thought that Song Zhili was just a peasant girl in this Peach Blossom Village. Even if her medical skills were superb, it was already very difficult for her to see that he had been poisoned by a deadly poison.

Moreover, he had previously visited the best pharmacy in the county town to see a doctor, but they were all helpless with his poison.

He was told that if he wanted to cure the poison, he would probably have to find Doctor Bai, but Doctor Bai was not so easy to find.

His original intention in returning this time was to let Song Ziming go home first and send someone to look for Doctor Bai's whereabouts. He also planned to go out and look for him himself.

Unexpectedly, when he returned, he saw Song Ziming bringing Song Zhili over, and he even said he wanted to check his wounds.

He decided to see for himself how good Song Zhili's medical skills were, so he agreed.

"I can find a cure, but it will take some time to make the antidote, and I'll also need some medicinal herbs. I don't know if they're available in town."

Song Zhili originally had it readily available in her space, but then she thought that if she took it out directly, it might arouse He Chengjing's suspicion.

She thought for a moment and realized he remembered all the ingredients needed to make the antidote. At worst, she could just ask him to buy all of them.

Seeing He Chengjing nod, she continued, "Do you have paper and pen in your room? I'll write down the medicinal herbs you need for you now."

He Chengjing got up and brought over paper, pen, and ink, handing them to her. After seeing that he had finished writing down all the medicinal herbs, he only glanced at them before folding the paper and putting it into his pocket.

"By the way, you shouldn't use your internal energy these next few days, otherwise the poison will spread even faster. I'll use silver needles to give you a few acupuncture treatments to temporarily suppress the toxins in your body and prevent them from spreading further."

After Song Zhili finished speaking, before He Chengjing could react, she turned around, went to the table, took out her medical kit, took out several silver needles, and started inserting them into several acupoints on He Chengjing.

Soon He Chengjing felt that his arm was not as painful as before, but he also noticed that he could not feel his internal energy at all. Just as he was about to ask what was going on, he heard Song Zhili speak.

"I've also sealed your internal energy with silver needles. Don't worry, it's only temporary. Once you've taken the antidote, I'll unseal it."

As Song Zhili spoke, she tidied up her silver needles, then turned around and extended her hand to He Chengjing.

"Let's keep things separate. Although you are now my little brother's nominal master, I did save your life this time, so shouldn't you give me some reward?"

He Chengjing was clearly taken aback. He hadn't expected Song Zhili to suddenly ask him for payment. Then, a smile appeared on his lips as he said with amusement.

"Oh? Miss Song, what kind of reward do you want? I don't have any money. Since you saved my life, which is such a great favor, how about I repay you with my body? Hmm?"

He Chengjing suddenly moved closer to Song Zhili, and the two were almost face to face.

Seeing the handsome face suddenly close up, Song Zhili subconsciously swallowed, then noticed the smile on his lips and knew that He Chengjing was joking.

"rogue."

She pushed He Chengjing's chest hard, sending him away a bit. Then, Song Zhili grabbed the first-aid kit and ran out of the room to Song Ziming's side.

"Ziming, let's go back. Your brother He has been injured these past few days and it's inconvenient for him to teach you. Come back when he's better in a few days."