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

Of course, Wang Changlin's daughter would not know about his heinous acts.

"Why?" Wang Mengling's heart sank when she saw Zhao Jinzhong's decisive refusal.

Zhao Jinzhong then looked directly at Wang Mengling and said expressionlessly, "For no reason, I just don't want to."

Zhou Ruo felt that her brother's rejection of a girl was a bit cold.

Although she didn't know the reason, she respected her brother's decision.

"What you're holding is just ordinary liniment for bruises and sprains; your brother shouldn't be seriously injured," Zhou Ruo said.

Since the injury wasn't serious, Zhou Ruo didn't need to go to their home to treat them.

"I..." Wang Mengling was speechless for a moment, "I don't know either. I heard from the servants that my father was quite heavy-handed."

Lord Wang disciplining his son was a perfectly normal family matter, but Zhao Jinzhong realized something was amiss.

"Since it is Young Master Wang who is injured, and your Marquis's residence does not have a physician, why should you trouble yourself to go to the pharmacy to fetch medicine?"

Zhao Jinzhong was puzzled. When did such a trivial matter as going to the pharmacy to get medicine become something that Wang Mengling, a rich young lady, would do?

"I..." Wang Mengling was speechless again.

But this was a rare instance of Zhao Jinzhong asking her so many questions and saying so much, and she was very happy.

"My father gave orders not to let any doctor treat him, otherwise..." Wang Mengling said, glancing at Zhou Ruo, "he will be punished with a cane as well."

"But...but! If I bring the medicine back, or bring the doctor back, my dad will probably turn a blind eye...right..."

As Wang Mengling spoke, she became increasingly guilty.

Zhao Jinzhong sneered inwardly. "Miss Wang, I'm taking my sister back now. Farewell!"

After saying that, Zhao Jinzhong told Wu Jia to stay and clean up the stall, and then he led Zhou Ruo away first.

Wang Mengling watched Zhao Jinzhong's departing figure with lingering reluctance, and said to Xiaoyun in a low voice:

"Do you think Brother Jinzhong has misunderstood me?"

Xiaoyun really wanted to tell her master that the young general had no interest in her at all.

But these were her master's own thoughts, so she dared not say anything and remained silent.

As Zhao Jinzhong led Zhou Ruo back to the General's Mansion, he subconsciously thought about Wang Yucong being severely punished by Wang Changlin.

Wang Yucong was four or five years older than him and had always helped Wang Changlin with his work.

Wang Changlin often boasts in the industry about how shrewd and capable his son is.

But what could possibly lead to such a severe punishment of this outstanding son?

After the incident in the military camp, Zhao Jinzhong always felt that Wang Changlin was dishonest and too ambitious and greedy.

So when I heard that Wang Yucong had been taught a lesson by Wang Changlin, I thought about it for a while.

Inside Wang Yucong's room in the Wanghou Mansion.

"Young Master, why did Master hit so hard this time?"

Wang Yucong's personal servant, Changping, treated the bloody wounds on his back while asking in bewilderment.

"It's not Father's fault for being angry; it's my own fault for being careless. This batch of pills is for the Imperial Preceptor's first upgrade trial."

They repeatedly warned us to be extremely careful, but our people still made a mistake with one of the medicines.

Wang Yucong was still shaken; if the Imperial Advisor hadn't discovered the mistake in the elixir in time...

Once this elixir is presented to the emperor, who knows what kind of trouble it will cause.

"Brother..." Wang Mengling sneakily pushed open Wang Yucong's door.

After quickly entering the house and closing the door, he looked out the window again, afraid of being caught by his father.

"Miss is here?" Changping, who was still fiddling with Wang Yucong's wound, hurriedly got up to greet Wang Mengling.

"Brother, this is the medicine I bought from Jishetang."

Wang Mengling handed the medicine to Changping and then leaned over to take a look at the injury on Wang Yucong's back.

"My God! How could Father be so cruel!" The gruesome sight of blood and flesh made Wang Mengling's heart clench. "Brother, what did you do wrong?"

What could her brother have done to deserve such severe punishment from their father? Wang Mengling was puzzled.

"Mengling is so kind, it's my fault for not doing things well." Wang Yucong's face was pale, and his hair was already soaked with sweat.

"But brother..." Wang Mengling wanted to complain to Wang Yucong that her father shouldn't have hit her so hard, but Wang Yucong interrupted her.

"Alright, Mengling, I'm so happy that you care about me so much. Put down the medicine and hurry up and leave, don't let Dad find out."

Seeing that her brother was in great distress, Wang Mengling didn't want to disturb him any further, and simply said:

"If you still feel unwell, brother, just have Changping come and tell me, and I'll go out and buy you some medicine."

Wang Yucong blinked in response, having no strength left to speak.

When Zhao Jinzhong and Zhou Ruo returned to the gate of the General's Mansion, they saw two large sedan chairs parked in front of the gate.

One was a silver-topped sedan chair with red curtains, and the other was a silver-topped sedan chair with yellow curtains.

Zhao Jinzhong saw it from afar and guessed that it might be someone from the Prince's Mansion.

As soon as the two entered the mansion, they encountered Siqiao, who was going out to look for them.

Siqiao, panting, her eyes brimming with excitement, exclaimed, "Young General, Miss, you've come back just in time! Prince An and the Dowager Consort are here!"

"The lady sent me out to look for you, and the general has returned as well."

When Zhou Ruo heard that the Dowager Consort had arrived, her first thought was, "Has the Dowager Consort fallen ill again?"

Logically speaking, she shouldn't have fallen ill so quickly. After Zhou Ruo's treatment a few days ago, the Empress Dowager should have been healthy for at least a month.

"Brother, hurry up, hurry up!" Zhou Ruo pulled Zhao Jinzhong from the front.

Zhao Jinzhong led Zhou Ruo into the main room, which was full of people exchanging greetings and chatting about everyday matters, creating a lively atmosphere.

"Father, Mother, we're back." Zhao Jinzhong greeted his parents as soon as he entered the door.

Then, he pulled Zhou Ruo to greet each of the distinguished guests in turn: "Greetings, Your Highness, Prince An, and Princess An."

"The young general is truly a man of exceptional talent!"

"His health has recovered well, and he's almost as tall as General Zhao."

Prince An and his wife took turns praising him.

From the moment Zhao Jinzhong and his sister entered the room, the Dowager's gaze remained fixed on Zhou Ruo.

"This must be the little miracle doctor who cured me, right?"

The Dowager's eyes were full of love, and when she first saw Zhou Ruo, she felt a sense of déjà vu about the child.

"Hehe, Grandma An, my name is Zhou Ruo." Zhou Ruo's bright eyes gazed at the kind old woman in front of her.

"What...what did you just call me?" The Empress Dowager leaned forward, took Zhou Ruo's small hand, and pulled her closer.

Zhao Yucheng was startled and quickly said to Zhou Ruo in a serious tone, "Ruo'er, you must not be rude. You should call her the Dowager Consort."

The Dowager Princess extended her hand to Zhao Yucheng, signaling him not to blame the child, but her eyes remained fixed on Zhou Ruo's face.

Zhou Ruo was unhappy. She didn't want to be called "Dowager Consort" like everyone else. She just wanted to be called "Grandmother," for no particular reason.

"You just called me 'Grandmother An'?" The Dowager Consort asked Zhou Ruo again to confirm.

Zhou Ruo glanced at Zhao Yucheng, then turned back to look at the Empress Dowager somewhat timidly, before nodding and saying nothing.

The Empress Dowager felt immense pity for Zhou Ruo when she saw her like this.

"Your name is... Zhou Ruo... right?"

The Empress Dowager pronounced Zhou Ruo's name emphatically, as if imbuing it with new weight.

Zhou Ruo nodded again.

"Alright, from now on, I'll call you Ruo'er, okay?" The Empress Dowager's tone was very kind.

Her tone gave Zhou Ruo courage, and Zhou Ruo smiled and looked up at her.

"But you can't call me Grandmother An," the Dowager said, pausing for a moment.

The light in Zhou Ruo's eyes dimmed instantly.

"Don't call her Grandmother An, just call her Grandmother, okay?" The Dowager Consort turned her head to look at Zhou Ruo and said.