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

"Miss, quick..." Aunt Qi cried, her face pale with pain.

Before Aunt Qi could finish speaking, Zhou Ruo stood up and ran out of the yard.

He ran a few steps, then turned back to reassure Aunt Qi: "Aunt Qi, don't be afraid, I'll be back soon!"

Watching Zhou Ruo's retreating figure, Aunt Qi sighed deeply.

Looking down again, I saw that the bleeding from the wound had stopped.

She rubbed her eyes hard, and the tears had indeed stopped. "Did our ancestors work their magic?"

Zhou Ruo ran out of the backyard, searching and calling out, "Is anyone there? Is anyone there?"

The butler poked his head out from beside the stable. "Miss? What's wrong?"

When he saw Zhou Ruo's colorful appearance from head to toe, he couldn't help but cover his mouth and laugh out loud.

"Butler, butler! Aunt Qi is injured, over in the orchard!" Zhou Ruo ran out of breath.

The housekeeper couldn't laugh when he heard that his wife was injured.

He quickly ran to Zhou Ruo's side, asked a couple of questions, and then ran towards the backyard.

Zhou Ruo grabbed him, panting, and said, "Carry me...carry me with you..."

The anxious butler felt that Zhou Ruo was causing trouble, but since she was a young lady and he was a servant, he had no choice but to comply.

The butler carried Zhou Ruo on his back and ran to the backyard.

The housekeeper was old and started panting after running only a few steps.

He ran, panting, and Zhou Ruo, riding on his back, was also panting, urging him between breaths, "Butler, run faster!"

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After a while, the two finally arrived at Aunt Qi's side.

When Aunt Qi saw that it was her husband, she immediately burst into tears of grievance.

"Who could it be? Why would they hide such a big mousetrap in the bushes?" Aunt Qi cried bitterly.

The butler glanced at the mousetrap and said, "Hey? This mousetrap was originally placed in the chicken coop over there to catch weasels, how did it end up here...?"

Aunt Qi became even angrier after hearing what the housekeeper said.

She roared, "Do I look like a weasel to you? Do I look like a weasel? Huh?!"

Zhou Ruo covered her mouth and chuckled, then reminded the housekeeper:

"Housekeeper, quickly remove the mousetrap from Aunt Qi's feet!"

The housekeeper's head was spinning from his wife's yelling, and he almost forgot the important matter.

He first tried pressing down on both sides of the mousetrap with his hands, but since he didn't know much about the mousetrap, he didn't dare to use too much force.

As a result, the mousetrap had just opened a small gap when it snapped back because the force was insufficient.

"Ouch!" Aunt Qi's scream echoed throughout the orchard.

"Oh dear! I'm so sorry, my dear wife, I'll try again, please bear with me." This time, the housekeeper became very cautious.

Seeing the butler's strained and nervous appearance, Zhou Ruo sighed softly and secretly channeled some spiritual energy into the butler's hands.

The housekeeper was then able to pry open the mousetrap and remove Aunt Qi's foot.

"This mousetrap is poisoned," Zhou Ruo said.

Aunt Qi was startled when she heard that it was poisonous. She cried out in great alarm, "Poisonous? What poison? I've been poisoned!"

The housekeeper, unable to bear his wife's constant yelling and shouting, quickly explained:

"It's not poison, it's a wolf-catching powder, used to lure weasels and make them unconscious."

"It's that weasel again!" Aunt Qi was finally furious and yelled at her husband, "You, surnamed Chen, who are you calling a weasel?!"

The housekeeper fell silent, his brows furrowed as he examined the wound on his wife's foot.

Seeing that the housekeeper remained silent, Aunt Qi became displeased and complained to him, "Hurry up and take me to see a doctor!"

"I was just thinking about this! These past two days, all the doctors in the manor have been transferred to the military camp to help out, so there are no doctors in the manor now."

Hearing her husband's words, Aunt Qi nearly fainted from anger. She cried out in anguish, "Why is my life so miserable!"

While the two were talking, Zhou Ruo had already walked away to the side.

She searched the surrounding area for herbs that could heal Aunt Qi's foot wounds, so that she could use her spiritual power to treat them.

At this moment, Zhou Ruo returned to Aunt Qi with a handful of grass leaves in her hand.

"Seventh Aunt, don't move, let me apply the medicine for you." Zhou Ruo said as she squatted down and crushed the grass leaves with a stone.

The little body squatted on the ground, its soft little hands holding a stone bigger than its own, clumsily pounding the grass leaves.

The housekeeper and Aunt Qi exchanged glances, and as the housekeeper watched Zhou Ruo pounding the leaves, he suddenly remembered:

"Oh! Yes, yes, yes! Our young lady knows medicine! It was she who healed the young general's leg!"

The butler slapped his thigh excitedly and said.

Aunt Qi could hardly believe it. "You're saying that the young general's leg was healed by Miss? Not by Doctor Yu...?"

Many of the servants in the manor only knew that the young general's leg had healed, but they all assumed that it was Doctor Yu who had cured him.

No one knew that the person who cured the young general's legs was someone else.

But others may not know, but how could the butler not know?

Besides, Doctor Yu hasn't been in the manor these past few days, so it would be strange if Doctor Yu had cured the young general.

"Housekeeper, please clean Aunt Qi's wound."

Zhou Ruo's hands were covered in bits of grass and leaves, and the child's body she was in now made her hands and feet rather clumsy.

It would be more appropriate to let the housekeeper handle the wound cleaning.

The butler said blankly, "Clean the wound? What will you use to clean it? There's no gauze here."

Zhou Ruo was intently fiddling with the herbs, not even looking up: "A handkerchief."

"A handkerchief? Where is there a handkerchief?" The butler looked around, bewildered.

At this moment, Zhou Ruo raised her head and pointed to Seventh Aunt's chest, saying, "Doesn't Seventh Aunt have a handkerchief in her arms?"

Aunt Qi glared resentfully at the housekeeper and handed him a handkerchief.

She didn't want to say another word to her careless husband at that moment.

Soon, the housekeeper wiped the bloodstains off Aunt Qi's wound, revealing a bruised and purple wound.

The wound was deep and large; it looked quite frightening.

Zhou Ruo shook her head, thinking that the resentment on the mousetrap was too strong and needed to be dispersed with silver needles before applying medicine could be effective.

Seeing Zhou Ruo frowning and sighing like a little adult, Aunt Qi worried that her wound might be too serious to treat, and asked in alarm:

"Miss, is there no way to heal my leg?"

Zhou Ruo first shook her head, then asked the butler, "Butler, do you really hate weasels?"

When the young lady asked him this question, the butler almost didn't react. Why would a child suddenly ask such a question?

But that was indeed the case, the butler said indignantly:

"How can I not hate it! We raise hundreds of chickens in our coop, and this month we've already collected over fifty carcasses!"

"I never expected this weasel to be so cunning! Not only did it avoid getting caught, it even brought the trap here!"

After listening, Zhou Ruo nodded, took out her needle case from her bosom, took out two silver needles, and inserted them into the acupoints near the wound on Aunt Qi's foot.

A moment later, a lot of pus oozed from Aunt Qi's wound. The pus was dark in color and had a foul odor.

After the pus drained, Zhou Ruo applied the crushed grass leaves to the wound, then pointed to the wound and said, "Wrap it up."

The butler suddenly became quick-witted: "Oh! Okay, okay! I'll do it."