After being forced into a marriage with a wealthy family, the virtuous wife caused a huge uproar.

"Sister Ke, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." When Rong Yingluo saw Ke Miaoran, she was standing outside the carriage waiting, afraid that she would miss her.

"Sister Rong, let's ride in a carriage." Ke Miaoran waved to her happily.

"Okay." Rong Yingluo had the same idea.

Ke Miaoran got directly into Rong Yingluo's carriage.

Yinghong poured tea for the two of them, then stepped out of the car and sat in the driver's seat.

"Sister Rong, Mother specifically asked me to convey a message to you, to say thank you." Ke Miaoran bowed solemnly to Rong Yingluo.

"Don't say that." Rong Yingluo helped her up, knowing why she thanked her. "Actually, I was just using Lord Qi as an excuse to highlight my father. If anyone should thank someone, it should be Lord Qi."

Both young women burst into laughter at the same time.

They were both intelligent people, and Ke Miaoran instantly understood what she meant.

It turns out that the Rong family head hadn't studied any negotiation skills at all; it was just something Rong Yingluo made up for Consort Hu.

"You're really bold," Ke Miaoran scolded playfully.

"You won't tell anyone."

"Sister Rong, you invited me to Jing'an Hall. Do you want me to pray to the Goddess of Fertility for a child?" Although she wrote the invitation, she knew that Sister Rong must have something to ask her when she deliberately invited her that day in the palace. But she hadn't been able to figure out what Sister Rong would want to ask her for the past few days.

"Yes and no," Rong Yingluo said, keeping everyone in suspense.

"Is it true or not?" Ke Miaoran asked anxiously.

"Sister Ke, let me take your pulse," Rong Yingluo said with a smile.

"You can also treat medicine?" Ke Miaoran asked in surprise.

Very few women are skilled in medicine, and medical skills are passed down through generations; traditional medical families typically pass the knowledge down to sons, not daughters.

She had lived in the capital for so many years, and there were only a few female physicians in the palace, but their medical skills were only average, and they were only there to assist the imperial physicians in their diagnosis.

Most of the noble ladies in the palace were women. In some private places, if the imperial physician needed to examine someone, the female physicians could only describe what they saw to the physician.

"My medical skills are quite good. I've inherited my master's true teachings, and my master even said that the student surpasses the master," Rong Yingluo boasted.

In his later years, his master focused mainly on Taoist cultivation, while she only followed him in Taoist cultivation because he was a Taoist priest; she was more interested in medicine.

She and her master went in opposite directions.

"That's wonderful!" Ke Miaoran almost burst into tears of joy.

If there is a female doctor who can treat her well, she will surely get what she wants.

She eagerly reached out her hand.

Rong Yingluo carefully took her pulse, then had her lie down and pressed on her abdomen, asking her where she felt uncomfortable as she did so.

Finally, they even asked Ke Miaoran about her situation in great detail.

After a thorough examination, Rong Yingluo had a clear understanding of the situation.

"Sister Ke, what did the previous doctor say?"

"They say I have a cold uterus and it's hard for me to get pregnant, but if I'm lucky, it's not impossible. It depends on fate, but I've been married for five years and haven't had that chance yet." Ke Miaoran's eyes were dejected. She was so afraid that she would never have that chance in her lifetime.

"You do have a cold uterus, but in addition to that, you also have leukorrhea, which is often itchy and has never gotten better, right?" Rong Yingluo stated her diagnosis.

"That's right. But I often boil water to wash it, but it just doesn't get better." Ke Miaoran was also very distressed.

"It's no use for you to wash alone. Your husband should also wash together to truly eliminate the root of the problem. Moreover, you should only wash the surface. In reality, this kind of problem requires washing both inside and out to be more effective. Many people don't know this, or they think it's shameful and dare not wash."

"As for uterine cold, simply taking medicine is not very effective; it needs to be supplemented with acupuncture and moxibustion to be completely cured," Rong Yingluo said bluntly.

Ke Miaoran's face turned bright red instantly upon hearing this.

She's been married for five years, yet her skin isn't as thick as Rong Yingluo's, who's only been married for half a month.

"Sister Ke, don't be shy. We are all women, and I am a medical student. I'm just talking about how to treat women's ailments. Besides, there are no outsiders here who can hear us." Rong Yingluo chuckled.

"Thank you." Ke Miaoran was very grateful. It was truly a blessing to have met Sister Rong.

"I'll write a prescription right now and have your people buy the medicine. We'll treat you at Jing'an Hall. But you can't tell anyone that I'm a doctor. I'll come to your house secretly at night to give you follow-up consultations later," Rong Yingluo specifically instructed.

The Su family hasn't fallen yet, so she can't reveal her medical skills at this time.

"Okay, whatever you say. You tell me what to write, and I'll write it." Ke Miaoran also knew Rong Yingluo's difficulties.

Her mother-in-law had already analyzed with her the reasons why four brides in the Gu family died. Saying that the young master Gu was a jinx was utter nonsense. It was someone who deliberately caused it, but their methods were so sophisticated that no one could find any evidence against them.

Today she wanted to remind Rong to be careful in everything she did, otherwise she might end up like the four women before her, losing her life.

Immediately, Rong Yinglu thought about it and wrote it down in a wonderful way.

After writing the prescription, Rong Yingluo gave it to Ke Miaoran's personal maid to buy, and instructed her not to let anyone know.

The two chatted and laughed as they arrived at Jing'an Hall.

Jing'an Hall was a popular place of worship. It was more than 30 miles away from Beijing and was built on the top of a mountain called Pingdingshan. The mountain was famous for its flat land, which made it convenient to build Jing'an Hall.

Huguo Temple is located about ten miles to the east of here.

A dozen or so miles to the west is a Taoist temple called Baiyun Temple.

Rong Yingluo has already decided that she will go to Baiyun Temple with Sister Ke again next time.

Many noblewomen like to come here to burn incense and pray to Buddha. If it gets late, they will stay overnight and return to their residence the next day.

Male guests are not accepted here.

The carriage couldn't make it to the top of the mountain, so the guards stayed at the foot of the mountain to wait.

"Young Madam, do you plan to return to the manor today or stay overnight?" Zhong Sheng asked.

"We need to stay one night. You and Uncle Wu should find a family to stay with for the night. Come back to pick me up at noon tomorrow," Rong Yingluo instructed.

"Yes."

Ke Miaoran also arranged her coachman and guards in the same way.

The two climbed up the mountain together.

As soon as we reached the top of the mountain, a young nun came forward to greet us.

"Would you two esteemed guests like to rest in a private room?"

"Sister Rong, I can't take it anymore, I need to rest." Ke Miaoran rarely climbed such steep stone steps.

She rarely leaves her home and seldom walks this far at once.

"Okay, let's rest for a bit." Rong Yingluo accommodated her, "Sister Ke, you need to move around more to make it easier to conceive. A healthy mother is essential for a healthy baby."

"You're right, I'll be more careful in the future."

The receptionist, Xiao Ni, led the two to the guest rooms on the side of Jing'an Hall and ordered two rooms, one for each person.

The guest rooms are fully equipped with all the necessary daily necessities.

The two had just settled in when Ke Miaoran's maid, Qiao'er, arrived with the medicine she had prescribed.

"Sister Ke, I'll give you acupuncture and moxibustion now. You'll feel much better, and then we'll have more energy for our walks." Rong Yingluo was thinking of her.

"OK."

Since both were women, there was no need to worry about the separation of men and women. Rong Yingluo told Ke Miaoran to take off her clothes directly, which would be more effective.

Just as Rong Yingluo was diligently performing acupuncture, she heard a faint sound coming from the back window.

It sounded like someone had stepped on a broken branch.

Is someone behind us?