A four-year-old medical prodigy descended to the mortal realm, and the entire capital sought her tre

An Nan thought it would be good to learn how to distinguish medicinal herbs, so that she wouldn't always be teased by An Chang.

An Changping often tricks An Nan with bitter medicine that looks like candy, and An Nan falls for it every time, with each trick being different.

Thinking of the bitter taste of the medicine that An Chang had tricked her into eating, An Nan suddenly had a strong craving for candy.

She reached out her hand to An Chang: "Brother, give me some money, I want to buy candy."

An Chang replied coldly, "What candy? Isn't there enough candy in the manor for you?"

An Nan: "But I want to eat it now."

An Chang: "We'll eat when we get back!"

An Nan sighed helplessly. She glanced at Zhou Ruo, thought for a moment, and then said to An Chang, "I'll buy some more candied hawthorns for Zhou Ruo."

"Oh...I see?" An Chang's expression, which had been absolutely uncompromising, suddenly softened.

He pulled a five-tael silver ingot from his pocket and handed it to An Nan, saying, "Go ahead and buy plenty, and come back soon!"

An Nan took the silver ingot, slapped it hard on An Chang's palm, and then made a face at him.

Then he immediately ran off to buy candy with the maid and servant.

An Chang was left at the clinic, gritting his teeth.

Zhao Jinzhong, who was standing to the side, couldn't stand it anymore. "That's your own sister! Is this appropriate?"

"I'm being nice by not hitting her, what's wrong with that!" An Chang said with a resentful look.

When he was a child, he was often punished by Prince An for bullying An Chang, but the more he was punished, the more he bullied him back.

On one occasion, Prince An almost broke his leg, and he had to stay in bed for three months to recover.

Since then, An Chang has toned down his bullying of An Nan, but he no longer looks down on An Nan.

I don't like her, and I'm too lazy to look at her. Seeing her annoys me, so I rarely bother with her anymore.

Patients began to come to Ling Shu Hall one after another, all of whom were introduced by people who had been cured by Zhou Ruo before.

After Zhou Ruo treated five people intermittently, An Nan returned.

He was holding a ceramic bowl, while the servants and maids behind him carried several strings of candied hawthorns and bags of trinkets.

An Chang looked at the exquisite and lovely ceramic bowl and asked, "What's in this bowl?"

An Nan glanced at him and said irritably, "I'm not telling you, nyah nyah nyah..."

An Chang: "..."

An Nan placed the bowl on the table in front of Zhou Ruo and opened the lid.

A fragrant aroma, a blend of fruit and coconut, wafted over.

Two drops of water squeezed from the corner of Zhou Ruo's mouth. "Wow~ what is this? It smells so good!"

An Nan knew Zhou Ruo would like it. "This is called... Fruit Lamb."

An Chang frowned: "Fruit Lamb? Why does that name sound so strange?"

Zhao Jinzhong laughed and patted An Chang on the shoulder, saying, "It's fruit soup."

An Chang immediately rolled her eyes at An Nan, "I told you to practice your calligraphy more! You're making a fool of yourself!"

Unable to bear An Chang's attitude towards An Nan, Zhao Jinzhong comforted him, saying, "An Nan is still young, only five years old."

"Zhou Ruo was even younger! He's already read the entire History Book!" An Chang said indignantly.

Zhao Jinzhong leaned closer to his ear, "You haven't read the 'Historical Records' either, have you?"

"I..." An Chang was speechless for a moment.

Zhou Ruo happily scooped up the fruit soup with a spoon and ate it. It was something new and exciting for her, and it was the first time she had ever tasted it.

I find it refreshing and really like the taste.

After eating half a bowl without a care in the world, Zhou Ruo scooped up a spoonful and gave it to Zhao Jinzhong: "Brother, eat."

Zhao Jinzhong leaned over and caught it with his mouth. "Mmm, tastes good."

An Chang swallowed hard. He wanted to eat too, but there weren't any extra spoons left, and he didn't want to share one with Zhao Jinzhong.

"An Nan, why did you only buy one serving of fruit soup?" An Chang felt uneasy seeing Zhou Ruo feeding Zhao Jinzhong.

An Nan was intently eating her candied hawthorn, not even glancing at An Chang. "I already ate there!"

"I mean, why didn't you bring me a copy!" An Chang said angrily.

An Nan wasn't afraid of him. "Who knows if you like it or not?"

"You!" An Chang was even angrier. He asked Zhao Jinzhong:

"Why is Zhou Ruo so good to you? They're both like sisters, so why does An Nan treat me like that?"

Zhao Jinzhong pursed his lips, a slight smile playing at the corners of his eyes.

"An Chang, An Nan is actually your mirror. How she treats you is a reflection of how you treat her."

An Chang choked, lost in thought, and dared not refute, but softened his tone and asked An Nan:

"You stay in the manor all day, how would you know there's such delicious food?"

"Anxin brought this for me when she came back."

An Nan seemed to remember something else and added, "Oh, I brought you one too, but I ate it."

An Chang suppressed his anger, the phrase "bronze mirror" that Zhao Jinzhong had just mentioned kept echoing in his mind.

An Xin is the eldest daughter of Consort Yu of the Prince An's Mansion. After coming of age last year, she married Zhu Weichen, the son of the Minister of Revenue.

It is said that the two were childhood sweethearts and loved each other.

The four children were sometimes arguing and sometimes laughing and chatting in the clinic, making quite a scene.

Wang Mengling and her maid Xiaoyun arrived at the entrance of the Ling Shu Hall.

Xiaoyun: "Miss, there's a newly opened clinic here, it's so grand!"

Wang Mengling: "Okay, let's go in and take a look."

"Oh! What a rare guest!" An Chang's sarcastic tone rose as soon as he saw that the visitor was Wang Mengling.

Wang Mengling looked around the clinic and found that not only An Changzai was there, but Zhao Jinzhong was also there.

His sister sat at the table, looking like the owner of a medical clinic.

There was a child of about the same age sitting next to her, whom Wang Mengling had never seen before.

Wang Mengling completely ignored An Chang and went up to Zhao Jinzhong to talk to him: "Brother Jinzhong, what are you doing here?"

All visitors are guests, so Zhao Jinzhong politely replied, "Miss Wang, welcome to my sister's clinic."

Wang Mengling was shocked. "What? Your sister's clinic?"

"Not bad, right? These are shops in our Prince An's residence; I supervised their opening!"

An Chang looked smug, only concerned with his pride and not caring who the other person was.

"A shop in the Prince An's mansion? You're the supervisor?" Wang Mengling was even more confused.

No wonder this clinic was able to open in this location; it turns out it used the resources of the Prince An's mansion.

Wang Mengling couldn't help but re-evaluate Zhou Ruo as a child.

Zhou Ruo simply smiled at her, her face innocent.

After racking her brains for a while, Wang Mengling finally managed to utter only three words: "Why?"

An Chang found her question strange.

"What do you mean, why? My grandmother is also her grandmother. It's her family's shop, she can use it herself. Why are you asking so many questions?"

Wang Mengling: "Huh?"

An Chang waved his arm: "Forget it, forget it, if you don't understand, forget it." How stupid!

"Did you come in because you need something? You don't seem sick." Zhou Ruo had been observing her for a while.

Wang Mengling was still pondering An Chang's earlier statement, "My grandmother is also her grandmother," and didn't hear Zhou Ruo's question clearly.

Her maid, Xiaoyun, said, "Miss came out to buy medicine for the young master."

Zhao Jinzhong vaguely remembered and asked, "Young Master Wang's injuries haven't healed yet?"

Hearing Zhao Jinzhong's question, Wang Mengling came back to her senses, "Huh? Oh! Yes, my brother's injury from last time hasn't healed yet."