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

Chapter 215

"Broken bones?"

Qingsheng felt incredibly unlucky; he twisted his ankle and broke it early this morning while heading out!
"Yeah, this kid is too clumsy. He even manages to injure his foot while walking."

Zhao Minghua was speechless when he broke his leg while celebrating his birthday.

As the young master, he had to drive the carriage back to town to find Doctor Hu to get medicine.

"Where is it? Let me go take a look."

Chunnuan said, "It takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone. Sending him back won't help if he's already fractured. It's better to let him recover here."

"Keep him here?" Zhao Minghua asked. "Who will take care of him if he's kept here?"

Send him back to his home in town; his parents and Fusheng can take care of him.

"Don't worry, there are plenty of people to take care of you."

Chun Nuan could tell that Qing Sheng had taken a liking to Uncle Zhong's youngest daughter, Zhong Xiaoying. It seemed that both of them were interested in each other, and the Zhong family seemed to be happy about it too, practically begging for favors from them.

At this time, Qingsheng fractured his ankle, and it was hard to tell whether it was a blessing or a curse.

"Anyway, I won't take care of him."

"He just sprained his left ankle, not both. He can eat, drink, and sleep well. You just need to leave him alone."

"Uncle Zhong's youngest son, Zhong Xiaoshan, is quite clever. I'll take him with me for a trial period, and if he's a good fit, I'll let him stay by my side from now on."

"That's right, I could see that too. Uncle Zhong's family is a very nice family."

A loyal servant is always trustworthy. This is why many servants born into families are valued by their masters – it is because of their loyalty passed down through generations.

The previous owner of this estate was forced to sell it to bribe officials after his son committed a crime.

The master thanked Uncle Zhong with tears in his eyes, saying that he had been taking care of the estate all these years and that he had hardly had to worry about anything.

Moreover, Uncle Zhong's accounts were very clear; every penny was recorded, and he never embezzled.

The main courtyard is managed by Uncle Zhong's family, and it has been kept very well over the years. It is clean and tidy, and the furniture is well maintained.

Having such a manager is quite worry-free.

Uncle Zhong's family has excellent upbringing; the children are all polite and humble, both to themselves and to the villagers.

Unlike some people who, after gaining power, use their petty advantages to act arrogantly and domineeringly towards those less capable than themselves.

Zhao Minghua suggested using Zhong Xiaoshan, and Chunnuan agreed.

"Go ahead, let Qingsheng come over first."

Qingsheng was helped over by Uncle Zhong and Zhong Xiaoshan.

"Young mistress, would you like me to examine my feet?"

Qing Sheng felt a little embarrassed and cautiously glanced at the Third Young Master, afraid that he would get angry and her life would be in danger.

His own stinky feet… well, to avoid offending the Third Young Mistress, he had Zhong Xiaoshan wash them with warm water before he came. And he even had Zhong Xiaoshan find some soap to wash them with, so they shouldn't smell anymore.

"Sit down, let me take a look."

"This……"

He glanced at the Third Young Mistress again.

"I'm showing you your feet, why are you looking at me?" Zhao Minghua glared at him: "I don't know how to examine feet."

I'm just afraid you'll punish me, aren't I?

Qingsheng took off his left shoe, and Chunnuan asked Zhong Xiaoshan to bring over a small stool so he could put his foot on it.

"Did you really sprain your ankle this morning?"

Her foot was swollen and shiny, and Chunnuan said that the time of the injury needed to be confirmed.

A sprained ankle will only be red and swollen, not swollen until it's shiny.

It takes time for the swelling to build up to this size.

"Qingsheng, you little rascal, you're trying to play tricks on me! When did you sprain your ankle? How did you sprain it? Where did you sprain it?"

A barrage of questions left Qingsheng blushing a deep purplish-red.

As spring warms up, I feel there's a story behind this.

"Alright, she's already in enough pain from sprained ankle, what are you still arguing about?" Chunnuan said, "Let me take a look first."

As soon as Chunnuan pressed down, Qingsheng screamed.

"What are you yelling about?" Zhao Minghua was startled and glared at him again.

"It's a fracture," Chunnuan said. "You're pretty good at handling pain. You walked a long way after spraining your ankle, didn't you?"

Qingsheng felt like he was invisible, unable to hide anything from the young mistress.

He didn't sprain his ankle this morning; he went to the field to pick vegetables with Zhong Xiaoying yesterday evening.

While crossing a high embankment, Zhong Xiaoying slipped and was about to fall. He reached out and pulled her back, but lost his balance and fell off the embankment, twisting his ankle on the spot.

Sakura was so scared that she cried. She quickly comforted her and said it was okay, then endured the excruciating pain and walked back.

The result of my stubbornness was that my left foot was swollen bigger and shinier than a steamed bun this morning, so I had to ask the young master for leave.

The young master originally said he would drive him back to town, but now he's brought him to the young mistress.

"That kid deserves it." Zhao Minghua gritted his teeth. It seemed he really had sprained his ankle last night, and then he had even ordered him around last night.

If you stubbornly resist, you'll have to bear the consequences yourself.

"I'll prescribe some medicine for you, one for oral administration and one for topical application."

"Don't we need to go back to see Doctor Chen?"

"I have a family secret recipe for treating sprains and bruises."

"Thank you, young mistress."

Qingsheng was extremely grateful, and he had unwavering faith in the young mistress's family secret recipe.

He witnessed the Xiao family's growing strength day by day after they arrived in Sichuan, and he admired the young mistress's abilities immensely.

Dingxiang prepared writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones for Chunnuan.

Chunnuan sat down and wrote down the prescription.

"Young mistress, what is a leech?"

Fusheng worked at Baicaotang and knew a lot about medicinal herbs, so I learned a lot from him.

But is this leech the kind of thing he's thinking of?

That stuff can be used as medicine?

"Leech is what the villagers call leeches. It needs to be stir-fried with glutinous rice until it turns yellow, and then the rice is removed."

Is it really that thing?
When I was a child, I used to play in the ditch and I would see a lot of these things. We would catch them and cut them up. The key thing is that even after we cut them into several pieces, they were still alive.

"Leech, white cotton, myrrh, human hair charcoal..."

I feel confused about celebrating my birthday again.

After Chunnuan told him what it was, Qingsheng's mouth dropped open: This is medicine too?
However, it was indeed the young mistress who prescribed the medicine.

The young mistress instructed him to grind the medicine into a fine powder, divide it into several equal portions, and take it every two hours.

"This is called 'Miraculous Bone-Setting Powder'," Chunnuan said. "You're lucky to have met me. This medicine is very effective in treating your fracture pain."

"Thank you, young mistress."

The prescription for the birthday medicine was eventually given to Zhong Xiaoshan to get the medicine from the Baicaotang herbal medicine shop in town.

Just as Zhong Xiaoshan was about to leave, Qingsheng quickly called him back.

"Xiaoshan, what will you say if Dr. Chen and my brother ask you about it?"

"They probably won't ask, right?" Zhong Xiaoshan asked doubtfully. "They don't even know me."

"Yes, they don't know you, but they know the prescriptions from the young mistress."

what?
Zhong Xiaoshan immediately came to his senses; they all recognized the young mistress's calligraphy.

"I just said..."

"Remember, Xiaoshan, don't say that I was the one who got hurt, otherwise my mother will be very worried about me," Qingsheng quickly instructed him.

"Then I'll say my brother is injured."

"You're so smart." Qingsheng patted his head: "Just say that your brother is injured."

Um, I'm also your brother. If nothing unexpected happens, I'd like to be your brother-in-law too.

Zhong Dashan... Listen to me say thank you. You really know how to lie, going so far as to pin this misfortune on me.

"Wait a minute, I need to prescribe another medicine, it's for plastering." "Musk, limestone, myrrh, frankincense, ground beetle, wood ear charcoal..."

This prescription took a long time to prepare in the spring, and I counted the number of doses after it was finished.

"There are twenty-two kinds of medicine in total, and they are a bit expensive." Chunnuan looked at Qingsheng: "Do you have the money to buy the medicine? If not, you can only ask your young master for it."

"Yes, yes, yes, I have the silver that the young master gave me, enough to buy the medicine."

Honestly, celebrating a birthday is definitely not a short-term expense.

Because Zhao Minghua is not a stingy person.

If the birthday celebration is done well, praise should be given and rewards should be given.

Of course, if the birthday celebration is ruined, the young master will also dislike him.

Zhao Minghua's main principle is: clear and distinct punishments.

Qingsheng took out his money pouch and asked Chunnuan how much silver she needed.

“I don’t know the specifics either. You can tell Fusheng that the medicine was for you, and then put it on the pharmacy’s tab.”

Chunnuan deliberately teased him like this.

Yes, as a servant of the Zhao family, one didn't have to pay when putting money on the tab at the pharmacy.
"No, no, I'll pay for it myself. I'm afraid my mother will worry about me and be sad."

The meaning of celebrating a birthday is that a mother's good mood is priceless.

Chun Nuan smiled and looked at Zhao Minghua.

Zhao Minghua didn't even bother to look at the birthday celebration: This silly boy!
They really don't try to take advantage of small things.

Sure enough, Zhong Xiaoshan went to Baicaotang in town to get medicine.

Dr. Chen immediately recognized that it was a prescription for spring warmth.

"Kid, are you from Zhao Family Village?"

"Yes, doctor, how did you know?"

"This prescription was given by our young mistress; how could I not know it?"

He knew that the young mistress was resting and protecting her pregnancy at the estate.

Therefore, only people from the village can receive her medical treatment.

"What kind of medicine is this?"

Dr. Chen had never seen the prescription for this medicine before.

Leeches are used in medicine; it's quite peculiar.

Also, what is that blood residue charcoal?
"It's a fracture, my brother broke his ankle."

Zhong Xiaoshan remembered Qingsheng's instructions and quickly explained.

"For treating fractures? Then what is this charred human hair?"

“We have charred human hair at home, so there’s no need to arrest it.”

Zhong Xiaoshan said, "You probably don't have leeches either. We have plenty in our village. I can take care of that myself. I just need to get the other medicines."

"Is this okay?"

"Yes, definitely. I asked the young mistress, and she agreed after I told her."

"Alright then." Helpless, Lord Chen had no choice but to add a few words to the prescription: Leeches and charred human hair should be prepared by the injured party.

After getting the two doses of medicine and paying, Zhong Xiaoshan hurried home.

Back at the village, I told Qingsheng: "That Doctor Chen kept asking who was injured. Luckily, I said it was my brother."

"Well done, thank you, Xiaoshan."

"You're welcome, Qingsheng. You and your brother don't look alike at all."

“They definitely don’t look alike. One looks like the father and the other like the mother.” Qingsheng said, “I look like the mother.”

"So this is ah."

Zhong Xiaoshan understood.

"Brother Qingsheng, let me make your medicine."

"No need, I can do it myself," Qingsheng said. "I only injured one foot, my right hand is fine."

Walking with one leg dangling is not something I'm used to, but it's not impossible.

We can't keep ordering this child around; if he becomes our brother-in-law, we can't afford to offend him.

"Brother Qingsheng, let me make your medicine."

Before anyone knew it, Zhong Xiaoying was already standing beside them.

"Well... alright then." Qingsheng smiled slightly: "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard."

Zhong Xiaoying grabbed the medicine from her younger brother and ran away as fast as she could.

Zhong Xiaoshan... Is my sister afraid the dog will chase her or something?
Moreover, my sister's face seemed to turn red.

Sigh, it's probably because I haven't met enough men outside of my life. I actually blushed when I met Qingsheng.

Turning back to Qingsheng, I saw him staring at his sister's back and grinning foolishly.

This...that...is great!

My sister is definitely at the age where she should be thinking about marriage. Yesterday, my parents were praising her as a good girl... Hmm, it seems like this brother might actually be a good match.

After Chunnuan finished teaching Chen Xiaoyin and the others, Zhao Minghua asked Zhao Minghua if the medicine had been brought back.

"Then I'll go take a look and teach you how to use the birthday celebration."

"No, you can't go."

"why?"

“I saw it. One of the prescriptions you gave Qingsheng was musk. That stuff can affect the child.”

You see, I treated Dr. Chen to a meal, and he taught me a lot of his experience.

Because Chunnuan loves making pills, Dr. Chen specifically instructed that the young mistress's pharmacy should not have musk, otherwise it would affect the fetus.

"I just took a look, and then..."

Forget it, better safe than sorry. If something really unfortunate happens and something goes wrong, I'll regret it.

"Tell him to keep taking the medicine and to apply the ointment."

"He shouldn't need us to worry about these things, right?"

However, still feeling uneasy, Zhao Minghua went to check on the birthday celebration.

Just as I was about to reach the door of Qingsheng's room, I saw a girl carrying a bowl of medicine walking inside.

He simply stood behind the pillar.

"Brother Qingsheng, the medicine is ready, you can drink it now."

"Thank you for your hard work." Qing Sheng felt that being sick was okay, because the girl he liked was making medicine for him.

"It's not hard at all. You fell and sprained your ankle because of me." Zhong Xiaoying felt very guilty. "If you hadn't been trying to help me, you wouldn't have fallen."

Of course, if we don't help her, she'll be the one who falls.

"Don't say that, it was my own carelessness," Qingsheng said. "It's lucky that I fell. If you had fallen and sprained your ankle, it would have really hurt, it would have hurt so much that you couldn't stand it. It's worth it since you're okay and I sprained my ankle."

"Brother Qingsheng, you're so good to me."

……

Zhao Minghua could hardly listen anymore.

Look, is this something two people should say?

No, it's not normal for them to say these things since neither of them is married.

After all, liking each other is a kind of fate and a blessing.

It seems the birthday celebration is just around the corner; I'd better not disturb them.

He turned and went back to the main courtyard, where Chunnuan inquired about his condition.

"You really don't need to worry about him, he has someone to take care of him."

"Who?"

"I can't remember what the head of the village's daughter's name was again," Zhao Minghua said. "It seems that Qingsheng has turned misfortune into blessing."