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

After taking a bath and changing into new clothes, Zhou Ruo looked as delicate and pretty as a lotus emerging from the water, her rosy face appearing as if it could be squeezed to release water.

Siqiao tied her hair into a high bun, making her look even cuter.

Ji Ping overheard a servant's report from inside the house that Zhou Ruo and Aunt Song had bumped into each other in the courtyard and lingered for a while.

She was worried that something might have happened to Zhou Ruo, so she and Granny Wang came to check on her.

As soon as I entered, I saw my adorable little one who had just come out of the shower and changed.

"Mother!" Zhou Ruo called out happily when she saw Ji Ping and ran to her side.

Zhou Ruo's voice made Ji Ping's heart melt as if a piece of it had collapsed: "Come, let your mother take a good look at you."

Siqiao watched from the side and couldn't help but sigh:

"Madam has excellent taste; the color of this fabric suits Miss perfectly!"

Granny Wang nodded in agreement and echoed, "..."

"Miss is truly unlike a child from an ordinary family; she is exceptionally bright."

Ji Ping nodded in agreement, "This child seems to have an ethereal quality, like a little fairy."

The three adults praised Zhou Ruo one after another, making her feel very happy and her smile became even more adorable.

"Madam, Miss ran out early this morning, she probably hasn't eaten anything," Siqiao reminded her.

"I've already eaten! I ate at my brother's!"

Zhou Ruo smiled and patted her little belly.

Ji Ping exchanged glances with the nanny and Si Qiao, then asked in confusion, "Are you talking about Zhong'er?"

"Who is Zhong'er?" Zhou Ruo asked, tilting her head.

"If you don't even know who Zhong'er is, why are you calling him 'brother'?"

"Wu Bai said he's my brother!" Zhou Ruo said confidently, her voice sounding innocent and endearing.

The three adults were silent for a moment, then suddenly they all laughed.

Siqiao said to her, "You don't even know your brother's name, yet you can name the servants in his courtyard."

Zhou Ruocai then realized, "Oh right, what's your brother's name?"

"Her name is Zhao Jinzhong, meaning 'loyal to the country'," Ji Ping explained carefully.

Granny Wang sensed something was amiss and asked Zhou Ruo, "Miss just mentioned eating at the Young General's residence, didn't she?"

Ji Ping also came to her senses and asked, "You said you went to the Martial Virtue Academy, saw your brother, and even ate your fill at his place?"

"Yes! I went to my brother's yard to pick oranges to eat. The oranges I brought back for you yesterday were picked from my brother's yard."

Siqiao looked at her incredulously and asked, "The young general didn't kick you out?"

"Why did my brother chase me away? I picked oranges for him to eat, and he even thanked me!"

Zhou Ruo's smug look, as if she had done a good deed and received a reward, left Ji Ping and the other two even more bewildered.

"Ruo'er." Ji Ping took her small hand and pulled her closer, her voice gentle yet tinged with reproach:

"We're good kids, we can't lie."

Zhou Ruo looked at Ji Ping, then turned to look at Granny Wang and Si Qiao. This time, it was her turn to be puzzled.

Why do people in the mortal world never believe what she says?

She previously said there was something wrong with her mother's medicine, and everyone doubted her. Now she says she went to her brother's yard, but no one believes her.

After enduring for a moment, she said, feeling wronged:

"You people here are so strange. Why don't you believe anything I say?"

Ji Ping blinked, hesitating to speak, her doubts beginning to waver slightly.

"My brother's leg hurts a lot, and he's very sad. Everyone is afraid of him, and no one cares about him."

Upon hearing this, Ji Ping's doubts about Zhou Ruo dissipated, and tears streamed down her face.

Zhou Ruo's words touched a deep wound in her heart, and she pulled Zhou Ruo into her arms and hugged her.

"My child, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have doubted you."

Ji Ping choked up softly for a while before she calmed down.

"But you said you gave your brother an orange, and he thanked you, so..."

Zhao Jinzhong now looks at Ji Ping with a dull gaze, and has even clashed with her several times in public. He has a very bad temper.

Therefore, the brother Zhou Ruo mentioned is completely different from the Zhao Jinzhong of today.

"Yes, my brother even accepted two oranges from me!"

Ji Ping and the other two couldn't imagine what Zhou Ruo was saying, but they didn't dare to doubt her to her face, and the room fell silent instantly.

"Mother, how did brother get injured in his leg?" Zhou Ruo finally had a chance to ask this question.

After gently wiping away her tears, Ji Ping recalled and said, "This matter is quite strange."

"More than two years ago, Zhong'er went to war with the general and was never injured on the battlefield or during the journey to and from the battlefield."

"But when he returned to the front of the mansion, the horse suddenly became agitated, threw him to the ground, and its hooves broke both of his legs..."

Painful memories caused Ji Ping's heart to ache, and tears streamed down her face again.

Seeing the lady in distress, Granny Wang also felt sad:

"What puzzled us even more was that the young general's leg had not improved after two years of treatment; on the contrary, it had become more and more serious."

"Doctor Yu and the imperial physicians tried many methods, but none of them worked."

A horse trampled a man's leg, but if he receives timely treatment, there is still a possibility of recovery.

My brother's leg injury has been refusing to heal for a long time, and the problem lies with that dark aura.

The brother's warhorse had been fine all the way, but suddenly became agitated in front of the mansion gate, which should not be a coincidence.

After learning about how Zhao Jinzhong was injured, Zhou Ruo became even more certain of her judgment.

Three days later, Zhou Ruo woke up with her palms swollen.

For three consecutive days, Zhao Jinzhong slept soundly, enjoying a restful sleep he hadn't had in two years.

Even the servants at Wude Academy were much more relaxed, no longer having to serve them every night.

Zhou Ruo knew that it was the aroma of the pomelo branches and leaves that was at work.

After relieving Zhao Jinzhong's pain, her spiritual power also increased somewhat.

However, things did not go so smoothly. Just after noon that day, a maid from Wude Courtyard came running to report to Ji Ping.

Zhou Ruo recognized this maid; she had seen her in the Wude Courtyard, and her name seemed to be Qiuyue.

Knowing that she was her brother's maid, she followed her to Ji Ping's room.

"Madam! The young general has fallen ill again, and this time his condition is more serious than before. Doctor Yu is already giving him acupuncture."

Qiuyue was out of breath from running and even burst into tears.

The cup in Ji Ping's hand fell and shattered with a crisp sound.

"Quick! Go see Zhong'er! Has the general returned?"

Even the usually composed Ji Ping seemed flustered at this moment, and her legs were even a little weak.

Qiuyue, along with Granny Wang, helped Ji Ping up and replied, "The general has rushed back from the training ground and hasn't arrived yet."

Upon hearing this from outside, Zhou Ruo took off running towards Wude Courtyard.

As soon as Zhou Ruo arrived at the main gate of Wude Academy, he saw a large, dark mass of energy covering the roof.

From inside the house came Zhao Jinzhong's painful screams.

"Miss!" Wu Bai bowed to Zhou Ruo.

Zhou Ruo didn't even bother to greet him before taking a deep breath and running straight into the main room.

The servants of Wude Academy had witnessed how Zhou Ruoneng could improve their masters' moods.

Her appearance at this moment brought a glimmer of comfort and hope to the servants, and none of them stopped her.