Moonlit Calamity: The Dragon Girl's Life of Idleness is Broken

For several days in a row, Long Chuqing went to the pharmacy to help out. Every evening, Xiao Han would come to the pharmacy on time to have dinner with her, and then wait for her to finish seeing the patients before returning home together.

The gloomy weather had been brewing for days, with only a chilly wind blowing, but this morning a light rain finally began to fall.

After Long Chuqing got up and dressed, Ziguang helped her comb her hair.

"Young lady... it's raining today, are you still going to the clinic later?"

"I still need to go. Although there have been fewer patients in the past two days, I arranged with an old man yesterday to come for a follow-up appointment."

"Then this servant will style your hair into a neat bun for you today!"

When Ziguang was combing her hair, he touched her neck, which was icy cold: "Ziguang, your hands are a little cold, you should wear more clothes."

“I’m dressed warmly enough, I’m not cold,” Ziguang said as she combed her hair. “Perhaps you touched cold water earlier.”

"I'll go to the clinic with you later! There's nothing to do in Qiushui Pavilion when you're not here, it's so boring."

Long Chuqing thought that perhaps Ziguang had been recuperating during this time, and Granny Lin hadn't made her do much work. She had also gone to the pharmacy, so Ziguang must be feeling cooped up by herself. She thought it would be good to take her out for a walk.

"Okay!" Long Chuqing said with a light smile, "Even though it's raining and windy today, the medicine shop is still drafty, not as warm as it is in the mansion."

Ziguang, hearing that she could go out with him, smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll just wear more clothes."

After breakfast, the two prepared to go to the pharmacy. As they stepped out the door, a cold wind carrying a drizzle blew in their faces.

"Hiss..." Long Chuqing couldn't help but shiver. "It's really cold today."

Granny Lin brought her a white cloak: "It's cold today, Miss, please put on this coat! Don't catch a cold."

"Okay! Thank you, Granny. It's really a bit cold today."

Then she and Ziguang went out under an umbrella.

The rain reduced the number of pedestrians on the road, and we soon arrived at the entrance of the pharmacy.

After Long Chuqing alighted from the carriage, he was walking towards the pharmacy with an umbrella in hand when a coughing sound came from under the eaves in a nearby corner.

The cough was very rapid, accompanied by a hissing sound as if the person was struggling to breathe.

Long Chuqing stopped walking in and followed the sound of coughing to the side.

"Miss," Ziguang called out as she saw her walk to the side. She hesitated for a moment, then followed her.

As I turned the corner and got closer, I realized it was a little beggar.

The ground around him was wet from the rain, and he sat leaning against a dry corner.

He patted his chest as he coughed violently, perhaps because he was coughing too hard and was having difficulty breathing.

This little beggar was the same one who went to the Prince's mansion to report the news, and later went to the Nangong mansion to provide information and received a reward.

These past few days, he has often stayed near the pharmacy, waiting for the pharmacy to distribute free herbal decoctions every day.

Perhaps because I had been sick for a few days, the free herbal soup was not the right remedy, and my condition did not improve, but it was still better than not drinking it at all.

Seeing that he was in so much pain, Long Chuqing handed the umbrella to Ziguang, then knelt down and took his hand to check his pulse.

When the little beggar saw someone approaching, he immediately became alert and, ignoring his cough, struggled to stand up.

Long Chuqing grabbed his shoulder and pressed him down to sit: "Don't move... I'm a doctor from the pharmacy next door, let me take a look at you."

Long Chuqing pressed down on his shoulder, and he could not move, so he had to give up struggling and sit obediently, but his eyes remained vigilant.

After a while, seeing that she really meant no harm and was just taking his pulse, he became less wary of her.

He looked closely at the woman in front of him and felt that she looked familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere before.

He couldn't help but glance at her a few more times, and when he saw the flower ornament between her eyebrows, he remembered that she was the older sister who had beaten someone up in the moat that day.

He had witnessed Long Chuqing beating people that day; those slaps turned those young masters into swollen pig heads.

The few little beggars were watching from the sidelines, and even secretly clapped their hands.

When I saw her hitting someone, she looked so cool that I couldn't help but try to imitate her movements a couple of times!

He swallowed hard, then lowered his head somewhat guiltily, because he remembered the time he had gone to the Nangong residence a few days earlier to provide information.

After taking the little beggar's pulse, she found that he had a slight fever and was coughing because of a respiratory infection. If it was not treated in time, it would develop into pneumonia, which would be even more uncomfortable.

At this point, his symptoms had become quite severe; he must have been sick for several days and was probably feeling very unwell.

"Come with me to the pharmacy. I'll give you a few acupuncture treatments to relieve your cough." Long Chuqing stood up and said, "I'll also get some medicine for you to brew and drink."

The little beggar shook his head repeatedly: "No, I don't have any money."

The ten taels of silver he received from Nangong Ming were divided up by the beggars older than him before he could even enjoy it.

Long Chuqing looked at him and said, "Get up, come with me, I won't charge you."

The little beggar shook his head again and remained seated on the ground, not moving an inch.

"What... do you want me to carry you over?" she said, preparing to squat down.

When the little beggar saw her actually coming closer, he jumped up and quickly said, "No need, no need, I'm very dirty, you should walk by yourself!"

Then he staggered ahead, and Long Chuqing and Ziguang exchanged a glance and secretly smiled.

Upon arriving at the entrance of the pharmacy, he sat under the eaves, refusing to go inside no matter what. Long Chuqing and Ziguang tried to persuade him for a while, but he wouldn't listen.

Unable to persuade him otherwise, she went in first without pressuring him further.

She went inside and found Doctor Yuan, and told him about the little beggar.

After hearing this, Doctor Yuan arranged for a young apprentice to go to him, as it would be easier to communicate with someone of the same age.

Having spent a long time in the pharmacy, the young apprentice had developed strong communication skills and persuaded him in no time.

The little beggar's clothes were very dirty and tattered, with the hem of his clothes wet. He was dressed very thinly and was shivering from the cold.

Doctor Yuan asked the young apprentice to take him to take a bath and then get him a clean set of clothes to wear.

Before long, the little beggar finished washing up. After washing, he looked quite handsome, but he was too thin, with hardly any flesh on his cheeks.

The young medicine boy was about the same age as him, and his clothes were a little too loose on the little beggar.

He walked out timidly, following behind the medicine boy with his head down, looking somewhat uneasy, lacking the composure he used to have when roaming the streets and alleys.

The young apprentice led him to Long Chuqing, who re-examined the little beggar and gave him several acupuncture needles.

He then wrote out a prescription for the young medicine boy to get the medicine, prepared it for him, and urged him to drink it. The little beggar then went to the backyard with the medicine boy.

Long Chuqing and Doctor Yuan just talked about the little beggar.

“I happen to be short of manpower,” said Doctor Yuan. “He can stay if he wants, as long as he is willing to work honestly. I’m just afraid he’s gotten used to being lazy on the streets and won’t want to work.”