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

Zhao Jinzhong found it strange and glanced at Zhou Ruo.

Zhou Ruo's expression clearly showed that she had forgotten about Wang Mengling's story about her brother's injury that she had heard at the stall last time.

"Your brother was injured last time? It's been more than a month, hasn't it? Was it your father who hit him? Was it that serious?" Zhao Jinzhong asked in confusion.

Upon hearing this, An Chang pursed his lips and muttered under his breath:

"What's so strange about that? I got beaten by my dad and was bedridden for three months!"

Wang Mengling shook her head, looking distressed: "Actually, Dad's beating wasn't that serious, but my brother's wound just won't heal."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ruo became interested. "What kind of wound is it?" she asked, wanting to see.

"It was from being whipped. The wounds won't scab over; they just keep oozing pus. My brother can't even put on clothes."

"Hmm? It sounds a bit like being poisoned by the Blood Loss Powder." Zhou Ruo not only listened, but also sensed it.

Wang Mengling was surprised that Zhou Ruo could diagnose the cause of the illness so quickly.

Although she didn't quite believe that Zhou Ruo was absolutely right, she thought Zhou Ruo seemed really professional.

She asked Zhou Ruo, "What is the 'Xu Xue San'?"

Zhou Ruo had read in some alchemical books that several medicinal herbs would produce a kind of gas during the process of crushing them to make pills.

This gas is actually a fine powder, also known as the "Xu Xue San" (a traditional Chinese medicine formula), which floats out after being heated by fire.

The blood deficiency powder usually adheres to a person's clothes and skin.

If there are wounds on the skin and the powder comes into contact with the blood, it will dissolve into the sweat and blood.

This can lead to extreme deficiency of blood and qi, especially making it difficult for wounds to heal, and can also cause inflammation and pus discharge.

Zhou Ruo didn't tell Wang Mengling what the Blood-Deficiency Powder was; she only asked, "Can your brother come to the clinic? I can give him acupuncture."

Wang Mengling shook her head. "No, my father is still angry. He won't let my brother go out, and he won't even let him see a doctor."

"It's just that I went out to buy medicine for my brother, and my dad turned a blind eye."

An Chang exclaimed in surprise, "Is the Prince so ruthless?"

Now he felt at peace. Although he had been severely beaten by Prince An, Prince An would come to see him every day after he was injured.

Sometimes he would personally feed him medicine and apply it to his wounds until he recovered, at which point Prince An would resume his cold demeanor.

Wang Mengling also felt that her father was too cruel. "Is there any way to cure my brother?"

Zhou Ruo thought for a moment, wishing she had Wan Jin San, which she made herself from immortal herbs in her previous life.

It is a cure-all for sprains and bruises, and when infused with spiritual energy, it can neutralize any poison.

But there's no Wan Jin San here.

I've got it! Purple gold grass will also work.

"Brother Anchang, do you have any Purple Gold Grass?" Zhou Ruo asked Anchang.

An Chang had been studying the display of medicine cabinets in various pharmacies for several days in a row, and he was very familiar with the situation of medicine cabinets and medicines.

"Purple Gold Grass? Yes! Absolutely!" An Chang said, striding towards the medicine cabinet, climbing the ladder, and opening a medicine box on top.

He stood on the high ground and asked Zhou Ruo, "Ruo Ruo, how much do you want?"

Zhou Ruo held up one little finger: "One."

An Chang brought down a dried purple-gold grass and gave it to Zhou Ruo.

Zhou Ruo took it in her hand, infused it with spiritual energy, and then handed it to Wang Mengling: "Take this back and let your brother eat it."

Wang Mengling took the seemingly ordinary herb, which looked like a withered leaf, with a blank expression.

She examined it carefully for a while. "This... will it work?"

Zhou Ruo smiled and said, "Take it back and try it; it's not poisonous."

Wang Mengling was still a little worried, so she looked at Zhao Jinzhong, who nodded to her.

"Alright, I'll take it back and have my brother try it. Also, how much money should I pay?"

An Chang spoke first, holding up a hand: "Five taels of silver."

Wang Mengling was furious upon hearing this. "An Chang, you're taking advantage of my misfortune! How could a mere herb cost five taels of silver!"

An Chang withdrew her hands, crossed them over her chest, and said nonchalantly, "Then you don't have to!"

"You!" Wang Mengling, wanting to maintain her image in front of Zhao Jinzhong, suppressed her anger.

"Alright, for Brother Jinzhong's sake, I'll give it to him."

Wang Mengling took out a five-tael silver ingot and slammed it into An Chang's palm.

An Chang had anticipated this, and the moment his hand touched the silver, he pulled it back slightly. It didn't hurt. "Ah~ that's more like it!"

Wang Mengling was so angry with An Chang that she turned around and walked out of the Ling Shu Hall without even saying goodbye to Zhao Jinzhong.

An Chang weighed the silver ingot in his hand. "Money is meant to circulate; it has to go out to come back. See, it's back in less than half a day."

Then he put the silver into his pocket with satisfaction.

"Brother, this money is for Zhou Ruo!" An Nan said, having seen everything clearly.

An Chang pretended not to hear, moved closer to Zhou Ruo, and pounced on the table to ask her, "Ruo Ruo, is this fruit soup delicious?"

Zhou Ruo smiled and replied, "It's delicious."

An Chang straightened up and said, "Mmm, as long as it tastes good."

An Chang thought to himself that he had already given five taels of silver to treat the two little ones to candy and fruit.

And this purple-gold grass was also purchased by the Prince's Mansion at his own expense.

The price was agreed upon by him and Wang Mengling, so he felt perfectly justified in accepting the five taels of silver.

However, he never knew that the real power in that purple-gold grass came from the spiritual energy that Zhou Ruo had injected.

Zhao Jinzhong shook his head with a helpless smile. An Chang was very shrewd; he had known this all along.

It was only during this time that he discovered how shrewd An Chang was.

He earned the Empress Dowager's 100 taels of silver in just over half a month working as the supervisor of the medical clinic, which was almost a month's salary for the current prime minister.

If you were a seventh-rank county magistrate, it would take two years to earn that position.

He had just given An Nan five taels of silver to go out and buy candy and fruit, and now, after a few twists and turns, the silver was back in his hands.

He really wouldn't let himself suffer any loss, Zhao Jinzhong admired him.

Wang Mengling took the purple-gold grass back to the Marquis's residence and gave it to Wang Yucong, saying, "Brother, eat it."

Wang Yucong lay on the bed, staring at the herb Wang Mengling handed him, his eyes narrowing into a double eyelid.

"What is this?" His lips were pale, and he was weak and listless because the wound had been hurting for too long and he had lost his energy.

"The antidote, don't ask so many questions, just take it."

Wang Yucong didn't think too much about it; his sister had been buying medicine for him all this time.

Although the medicine I bought wasn't very effective, it at least provided some relief.

At the same time, he didn't want to let his sister down.

With the help of his servant Changping, he swallowed the purple gold grass with water.

Wang Mengling thought that her brother had just taken the medicine, so she should let him rest for a while, as it would take some time for the medicine to take effect.

"Brother, I'm leaving now. I'll come see you again later." Wang Mengling left.

Just as they entered Wang Yucong's courtyard, they heard Changping shout, "Miss! Miss! Come back quickly!"

Wang Mengling instinctively guessed that her brother might have been poisoned by eating the purple gold grass.

She turned and ran quickly back to Wang Yucong's room, where she saw Changping standing by Wang Yucong's bedside, tears streaming down her face, unable to speak.

Wang Mengling felt a pang of pain in her heart and slowly walked over.