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"Oh, it's Mrs. Lu! This old man greets Mrs. Lu!"

Mr. Hu hurriedly reached out and tugged at Mrs. Hu, who was in a daze. Mrs. Hu was shocked. Where did this Young Madam Lu come from? Why had she never heard of her before?

"This is the young war god general I've been telling you about, the one with the illustrious military exploits. They're passing through Jiangcheng, so I'd like to invite them to my residence for a cup of tea..."

After Mr. Hu finished muttering to himself, Mrs. Hu suddenly realized and hurriedly bowed, saying, "This humble woman greets General Lu and Mrs. Lu. It's all my fault for being so blind as not to recognize you."

Song Qingqian quickly helped Madam Hu up and explained with a smile, "Please rise, both of you. We are in a special position now and cannot accept your kind gesture."

"I can accept it, of course I can accept it!"

Mrs. Hu smiled excitedly and introduced the items to her husband:

“Sir, this young mistress Lu is not only beautiful and kind-hearted, but she also knows medicine. I brought her back in the hope that she can help us solve our urgent problem.”

"Really? That's wonderful news!"

Mr. Hu said excitedly, "Then we'll trouble Mrs. Lu to take a look."

"To be honest, this worry has been troubling my husband and me for a long time. We cannot let the Hu family perish in our hands, otherwise I would truly be ashamed before the ancestors of the Hu family!"

Song Qingqian smiled brightly: "Don't worry, Mr. Hu, I'm here to help you two solve your problems."

"I just examined Madam Hu's pulse, and now I need to see yours. Would that be convenient?"

"Convenient, convenient!"

Master Hu smiled obsequiously, then hurriedly invited the group to sit down.

A moment later, Song Qingqian asked Master Hu to dismiss the servants, leaving only her and the Hu couple in the room.

Seeing Song Qingqian frown, Master Hu anxiously asked, "Young Madam Lu, is it...is it my fault? Please speak frankly, I am prepared."

Song Qingqian frankly stated, "Master Hu suffers from oligospermia, which is likely related to his long-term exposure to musk, just like Madam Hu."

Is it still treatable?

Old Master Hu asked anxiously, "I'm forty-six this year, not young anymore, and with this illness, I'm afraid I'll have no hope of having children..."

As Madam Hu listened, tears streamed down her face. They were no longer young, and if it weren't for the heavy burden of the family, they truly wouldn't want to go through all this trouble.

"Don't be discouraged, gentlemen. This is not an incurable disease. It can be cured. I will prescribe a medicine for Mr. Hu. He just needs to take it for one course of treatment."

Song Qingqian continued to explain, "I'll get you a few homemade pills later. Take one before bed, and it will definitely cure your illness."

"Thank you... thank you, Mrs. Lu!"

Madam Hu gripped Song Qingqian's hand tightly, her fingers trembling for a moment before she forced herself to calm down. She said excitedly:

"Mrs. Lu, and...and my daughter, please take a look at them too."

"Alright, let's go over there now. I happen to have a few private words I'd like to say to Mrs. Hu!"

Madam Hu quickly nodded: "Master, you accompany General Lu, I will take the young mistress to Huai'er's courtyard to have a look. I will arrange for the kitchen to prepare dinner right away."

"Okay, listen to you!"

Mr. Hu smiled and waved his hand.

*

Inside the room, Lu Xieyue was stunned to learn that the second young lady was the same age as her.

Besides being shorter than her, she was also skin and bones, as frail as a willow in the wind, as if she could fall apart with the slightest effort.

Madam Hu said regretfully, "Huai'er has this illness from birth. I've consulted all sorts of fortune tellers and diviners, but nothing seems to help."

"I don't expect her to marry a good man in the future, I just hope she can suffer less."

"Mother, why are you saying such things again? It's all my fault. I'm useless and always make you worry..."

As Hu Huairou spoke, he took a silk handkerchief and wiped away Madam Hu's tears, comforting her with a smile:

"I've already told you that your daughter is fine, why are you crying again, Mother? Do you want me to cry with you too?"

Madam Hu quickly waved her hand: "No, Mother just feels sorry for my son..."

"Huai'er, this is the divine physician I invited. You should let Young Madam Lu take a look. Maybe she can really cure Huai'er's illness!"

After speaking, Madam Hu quickly helped Song Qingqian sit on a low stool by the bed. Her daughter was now resistant to doctors, and she had no choice but to have Madam Lu come in person...

"Such a young miracle doctor? Mother, you haven't been fooled again, have you?"

Hu Huairou whispered a reminder, but did not extend her hand for Song Qingqian to see.

"Second Miss, must age and medical skill be directly proportional to be considered a good doctor? How many elderly doctors have you seen? Did they cure your illness with their medicine? You can't judge a book by its cover!"

Song Qingqian smiled and explained, "Even without taking your pulse, I can tell that the Second Miss's long-standing ailment originates from her heart."

"You will often feel weak all over, have palpitations and anxiety, and your heartbeat will be irregular. Insomnia is common, and the longest you can't sleep at night is more than half a month..."

"How...how did you know?"

Hu Huairou was speechless with surprise. Song Qingqian was absolutely right. Apart from her personal maid, no one knew about her insomnia.

She looked up at her mother, and Mrs. Hu asked anxiously:

"Mrs. Lu, is there any cure for my daughter's illness?"

"This illness has been with her for over fourteen years, tormenting her every day. As her mother, I see it all and it breaks my heart. If my daughter's illness can be cured, I would gladly shorten my own lifespan to extend her life!"

Song Qingqian reached out and helped her up, smiling as she said, "Don't worry, Madam. I said I would help you solve your problems, and I didn't just say it. I can cure Miss Er's illness."

"Really? Madam Lu is truly a Bodhisattva reincarnated. I thank you very much, Madam Lu."

As she spoke, Madam Hu knelt down with a thud and began to pray to Song Qingqian…

"Thank you, Mrs. Lu... Thank you, Mrs. Lu..."

Song Qingqian was momentarily shocked, and she quickly got up to help Madam Hu up.

“Madam, you don’t need to thank me. You should thank yourself. You have been kind all your life. Rather than saying that I saved the Second Miss, it is your kindness that moved the heavens, which is why you have received such a blessing.”

"Huai'er, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and thank Madam Lu, she can save you!"

Mrs. Hu saw her youngest daughter staring blankly and quickly reached out to tug at her.

"Need not!"

Song Qingqian stopped her and instructed, "Madam Hu, please take your people and leave for a moment. I need to administer acupuncture to the Second Miss first. Please come back in half an hour and knock on the door!"

"Alright, then I'll trouble you, young mistress. I'll stand guard outside the door. Just let me know if you need anything."

As she spoke, Madam Hu helped Lu Xieyue up and said with a smile, "Third Miss Lu, our manor has many different kinds of collections. Let Chacha show you around. Just take whatever you like..."

The room fell silent instantly. Song Qingqian took out her first-aid kit and placed it on the bedside table, smiling as she reminded her:

"Still spacing out? Shouldn't you get some medical treatment?"