The Daily Life of a Down-on-Hard-Life Medicine Girl Supporting Her Family

Chapter 171

That's how relationships between people are; what you see at first glance isn't necessarily the truth, but you get to know each other better the more you get to know someone.

Zhao Minghua's situation has far exceeded Chunnuan's expectations.

I knew he was smart and capable, but I didn't know he was so incredibly capable.

This ancient book is valuable not only for its age but also for the essence of its content.

Chunnuan benefited greatly from the meridian and bone repair treatment. She thought she was very familiar with it, but when she went through it again, she realized that she still had to learn the details from the ancestors. She could become even more skilled by learning from the ancestors.

She deeply understood that there are always people more capable than oneself, and Zhao Minghua was another realm she had encountered.

In Shucheng, Manager Wen held the ancient book and praised it highly.

"I've always said that this ancient book can only come to life in Young Master Zhao's hands, and that's absolutely true," Shopkeeper Wen said as he flipped through the pages. "I'd like to know, what kind of sage could possibly be able to complement Young Master Zhao's grand vision?"

He carefully flipped through the ancient book many times when it was in his hands.

Each page was handled with utmost care, and many parts were so damaged that they could not be picked up. However, the ancient book I hold in my hand shows no signs of damage, and the meridian lines are incredibly clear.

"You don't need to worry about this person. I definitely won't introduce him to you."

He should keep his fiancée's good qualities to himself.

Wealth should not be flaunted, and talent is also talent, which should not be flaunted either.

Manager Wen... I knew he was young but cunning.

But at the same time, I admire him. He has a really rich network of connections, so it was worthwhile to give him this ancient book.

"Young Master Zhao, if I may be so bold as to ask: was the one who assisted you in restoring this ancient book the Sage of Medicine?"

The Sage of Medicine?

This word is very new.

Seeing the anxious and worried look on Manager Wen's face, Zhao Minghua felt a chill run down his spine.

"You're seeking medical help?"

"He's my grandson. We noticed something was wrong with his legs when he was little. He seemed too weak to walk. We thought he'd get better as he grew older. Now he's three. He can walk a little, but his left leg is thinner and weaker than his right. He walks with a limp." Manager Wen sighed. "We've seen many famous doctors in Shu Prefecture, but they all say that the strange illness he was born with is incurable."

Zhao Minghua thought to himself, "It's already been said that it can't be cured, yet you still want to treat it. Aren't you just making things difficult for yourself?"
"Young Master Zhao, you may not know this, but my family is in great distress. Last year, my only son passed away in an accident, leaving me with only this grandson as my sole heir. I am willing to give up all my wealth to find him a good doctor so that he can live like a normal person."

Zhao Minghua was taken aback. Now he understood why the ancient book was so precious to him, and why he was even willing to give it away for free when he learned that someone could repair it. So that was what was waiting for him.

"I don't know if I can cure your grandson's leg, but I'm willing to ask for you. Besides, she shouldn't be able to come to Shuzhou."

"No problem, as long as it can be cured, I'm willing to bring my grandson to your door for treatment, no matter where he is in the country." Manager Wen hurriedly said, "Please help me make the connection, Young Master Zhao."

"Okay, I'll keep that in mind."

Zhao Minghua was still filled with emotion.

Unexpectedly, the seemingly calm and composed Manager Wen has a hidden and painful past.

"Thank you, Young Master Zhao."

Manager Wen was extremely grateful to Zhao Minghua.

Zhao Minghua wanted to help him even more.

"My left leg has been weak since I was a calf, and I can't walk?"

After hearing this, Chunnuan roughly understood what the situation was.

"Can it be cured?" Zhao Minghua still hoped that he could bring a glimmer of hope to Manager Wen.

“He can bring him here so I can take a look,” Chunnuan said. “The earlier this disease is detected and treated, the better. Now that he’s five years old, it’s a bit more difficult. I can only take a look.”

“Okay, I’ll send him a message, but…”

Zhao Minghua was a little conflicted: was it really okay to let such an outstanding fiancée appear in public?

"I will not show my true face to anyone," Chun Nuan said. "I will disguise myself as a man and go out as Chun Ning."

What?
Zhao Minghua immediately understood her intention.

This world is already very harsh on women, let alone the fact that she is the granddaughter of Physician Xiao and is so beautiful. The tallest tree in the forest is bound to be felled by the wind.

There are two advantages to switching to Chun Ning's identity: first, it protects me, and second, it lays the foundation for Chun Ning.

Chun Ning is diligently studying medicine.

He's grown taller in the last two years, and his face looks about 70-80% like Chunnuan's.

Upon hearing that the doctor was willing to let his own grandson help with the diagnosis, Manager Wen immediately brought his five-year-old grandson from Shuzhou to a small town in Changzhou.

"Young Master Zhao, does the doctor live here?"

Seeing Zhao Minghua knock on the door of the small courtyard under the locust tree, I was a little curious. Do doctors not see patients?

"The old doctor has long since stopped seeing patients. His descendants make some pills here, but they don't see patients either, so you are an exception."

Special cases, do you know what special cases are?
That was out of respect for Young Master Zhao; he was given special treatment and received special medical care.

"I told you when I sent the message that he just said he'd see if it could be cured, and if..."

"I understand, I understand. Don't worry, Young Master Zhao. Over the years, I have sought medical treatment everywhere, and without exception, I have gone there with hope but returned disappointed. But even so, if there is even a one percent chance, I will do my best." Manager Wen said, "I believe even more that medicine can cure those who are destined to be cured. Maybe Young Master Zhao will help me find my savior."

Zhao Minghua... what can I say about you?
I told you not to have too high hopes, but you told me you've placed all your hopes on me.

Yes, when Manager Wen saw how perfectly the ancient book had been restored, he was overjoyed. He felt like he had seen a savior and a glimmer of hope.

When he received the letter from Zhao Minghua saying that it was worth a try, Manager Wen wept bitterly before his son's memorial tablet.

No matter the cost, he was determined to cure his grandson's leg.

They immediately rushed to Changzhou.

In his mind, this doctor was, after all, a doctor who practiced medicine.

Who knew, what I saw was a handsome young man... cough, a young doctor.

"What is your surname, Doctor?"

"My surname is Xiao." Chun Nuan had changed into men's clothing, and Zhao Minghua couldn't help but take a second look.

To be honest, he suddenly felt a little tempted: perhaps one day he could take Chunnuan, disguised as a man, and travel all over the country, roaming the world together with swords.

Chunnuan didn't miss the light in Zhao Minghua's eyes and wondered what he was thinking.

"Here, hold out your hand."

Shopkeeper Wen extended his grandson's left hand.

Chunnuan took his pulse and frowned.

"doctor……"

Seeing Chunnuan frown, Manager Wen's heart sank.

“This illness wasn’t something I was born with,” Chunnuan said with certainty. “It was something I had after birth that wasn’t treated properly, and that left me with lasting health problems.”

Manager Wen was taken aback; he knew nothing about this.

"When this disease first appears, symptoms include fever, sweating, cough, runny nose, sore throat, and general malaise."

Isn't this a normal ailment? How did it cause difficulty walking?
"Doctor, can it be cured?"

"If it were in the early stages of the disease, it could be treated, but now it has been several years, which is a bit too long."

Shopkeeper Wen felt utterly disheartened. All the doctors before had misdiagnosed him, saying it was something he was born with.

If it were the doctor in front of me back then... no, that doesn't make sense either. The doctor in front of me was probably not even ten years old back then. How could he have cured me?

"Doctor, please think of a way. I don't even want to cure him completely, just to prevent his condition from getting worse in the future."

"This is a long-term treatment, and it requires the cooperation of you, the patients, and your families."

"We will cooperate, doctor. We will do whatever you say."

This was the first time Manager Wen had heard a doctor say that he could talk so much, so he quickly assured them that they would definitely cooperate.

“He’s not incapable of walking, he is capable of walking. We should encourage him to move around more and keep walking. The more he walks, the better he will become. If he doesn’t walk, he will deteriorate.”

“I will give him acupuncture and massage for a period of time,” Chunnuan said. “If you want massage, go to Dr. Luo’s place at Xiaojia Wharf.”

"Doctor, can you give us a massage? I know massage is hard work, but if you do it for us, we'll make sure you get paid for your hard work."

"Leave professional matters to professionals. For massage, you should consult Dr. Luo; he'll be more effective than me."

In fact, Chunnuan didn't want to get a massage at all; it's a physically demanding job.

Uncle Luo is truly skilled in massage; he's a well-known doctor at Xiaojia Wharf.

It is said that many people from other towns also come to him, keeping him so busy that they even considered having Luo Xiaogang learn massage from him.

But Luo Xiaogang only recognized Chun Ning and wanted to learn from her.

Aunt Luo was also a shrewd person, and she immediately called over one of her clever nephews to be her apprentice.

Since Uncle Luo was already training apprentices, Chunnuan naturally felt confident and bold enough to recommend patients to him.

Furthermore, she is disguised as a man to see patients, which is not something that can be done in just a few days. What if she accidentally gives herself away?
When Manager Wen heard that massage was more effective, he immediately agreed to go see that Doctor Luo.

"I'll prescribe two doses of medicine first. After you take them, I'll come back to check your pulse and see how things go. I'll adjust the prescription as needed." Chun Nuan thought for a moment and said, "Acupuncture, massage, and medicine will be done for ten days. We'll see if your condition improves then."

"Okay, okay, thank you doctor, thank you doctor."

Manager Wen was somewhat excited; he seemed to have seen hope again.

Yes, when I went to see the doctor before, he asked about my condition, touched my left leg, and then said only one thing: "It was something I was born with, there's no way to cure it, that's all there is to it."

They wouldn't prescribe any medicine when asked, and even advised against wasting money, saying it wasn't necessary.

They completely crushed it, giving it no hope whatsoever.

This time it was truly different; there was acupuncture, massage, and medicine prescription all involved. Manager Wen was almost in tears.

Seeing the young doctor appear with long silver needles, Manager Wen became a little nervous: Will everything be alright?
He looked at Zhao Minghua questioningly.

"The illustrations of meridians and collaterals in the ancient books were all drawn by her. Do you think there's a problem with that?"

Zhao Minghua immediately saw what Manager Wen was worried about and directly addressed his concerns.

Manager Wen... I was being too petty.

Indeed, one cannot judge a book by its cover, nor can one judge a person by their appearance.

Despite his young age, he is very capable.

"It hurts, it hurts a little."

The child suddenly shouted.

Little did the shopkeeper know that the child's cries of pain sounded like heavenly music to him.

You should know that he had no feeling in his left calf before.

Now she's actually crying out in pain.

"You feel a little bloating and pain, right? It's a good thing that you're complaining of pain; it means you're more likely to recover."

"Thank you, doctor. Thank you, doctor."

"You have to bear the pain. It's better to have a short pain than a long one. The temporary pain can solve your walking problems later. Are you willing to try again?" Chunnuan said to the child, "If you can bear it, I will continue to treat you; if you are really scared, then we will continue to treat you."

"rule."

Suddenly the child stopped crying out in pain: "Doctor, please treat me. I want to walk like a normal person and not be called a cripple."

"Okay, I will do my best to cure you."

Upon hearing the conversation between his grandson and the doctor, Manager Wen burst into tears.

What nonsense about men not easily shedding tears; that's just because they haven't reached the point of heartbreak.

Heaven knows, his grandson was his only son but suffered from a strange illness, and his son had left early. What use was all his wealth then?
The doctor gave him hope, and he was very happy.

As for receiving treatment here, Manager Wen will have to stay at an inn.

Thinking that staying at an inn would be inconvenient for the four of them, they decided to ask Zhao Minghua if they could buy a courtyard house in the town.

Chun Nuan could tell from his conversation with Zhao Minghua that he was a wealthy man; being rich means you can do whatever you want.

Shopkeeper Wen asked Chunnuan how much the consultation fee was, which stumped her.

"Give me ten taels of silver first. After one course of treatment, we'll see how it goes. If it's effective, I'll charge you one hundred taels of silver if you're cured. If it's ineffective, I won't charge you a single penny."

"Okay, okay, thank you, doctor."

Manager Wen was very moved. He would have given him a thousand taels of silver, let alone a hundred.

I had just finished seeing patients when there was a knock on the hospital door.

When they opened it, they found Tang Liu with a cartload of goods.

"Third Young Master, you're here too." Tang Liu was very happy, as the reward money was quite substantial this time.

"What are you doing?"

"Just returned from the capital. Madam Xia asked me to send gifts to Miss Xiao. This time there are quite a lot, a whole carriage full."

"Alright, thank you for your hard work." Zhao Minghua took out two taels of silver to reward him: "Please help me move the goods in."

Chunnuan was also surprised to see bolts of cloth being carried in.

"What's happening here?"

"A letter from Madam Xia to Miss Xiao." Tang Liu didn't recognize Chun Nuan at first, assuming it was Chun Ning: "Young Master, please pass the letter on to Miss Xiao."

"Okay, thank you."

Chunnuan was very satisfied with her successful attire.

Manager Wen watched this scene with curiosity in his heart: Who is Madam Xia from the capital?
Is there a relationship between a doctor in a remote town in Changzhou, Sichuan, and Madam Xia?

Why send so much cloth? Are they also patients you've treated?
After Zhao Minghua took the person away, Chunnuan tore open the family letter.

She was deeply moved when she saw her elder sister's letter: her sister was also preparing for her dowry. Not only had she sent fabric, but also some jewelry, and she had even hidden a silver note inside one of the pieces of fabric.

She certainly doesn't lack a dowry!