The Daily Life of a Down-on-Hard-Life Medicine Girl Supporting Her Family

Chunyan had become numb to the idea of ​​finding a good match.

She even considered that if all else failed, she would simply spend her life in seclusion, surrounded by Buddhist scriptures and a solitary lamp.

If the Qiu family can't tolerate her, then she'll go to the temple...

I haven't felt well since leaving the Xia residence.

She didn't know where she had gone wrong; she just felt like there was no way forward.

Sitting in the carriage, I suddenly felt like visiting the Qingcheng Pavilion.

Let's see if there's anything new inside.

As she was getting off the carriage, a child suddenly bumped into her.

"Be careful."

A man stepped forward and helped her up, but Qiu Yan still twisted her ankle.

"Hiss..."

It's true what they say, you didn't check the almanac before going out; this year is going to be unlucky.

"Miss has sprained her ankle."

Zhao Minglang said softly, "You need to go to the clinic immediately. If you trust me, I can give you a massage right away and it won't be too serious."

"No, thank you."

What a joke! In public, having a strange young man massage her feet? Does she think Qiu Yan's reputation is too good?

"Also, miss, your purse is missing."

what?
"That kid was trying to steal the young lady's purse."

So, he saw it but didn't say anything on the spot?

"Money is just an external thing, Miss isn't short of a little bit, so why not borrow on credit to avoid trouble?"

Qiu Yan was so angry she almost laughed!

This person... is telling the truth, but they are just not very likable.

I have no idea where this bookworm came from.

Qiu Yan couldn't help but look up, and just that one glance made her heart pound.

Oh my god, what are they trying to do?

Qiu Yan quickly suppressed the strange thoughts in her mind.

"Thank you for telling me, young master. May I ask your esteemed name?"

"My surname is Zhao, Zhao Minglang."

Zhao Minglang looked at her feet with great regret.

"Miss's feet are already starting to swell and turn red. If you don't treat them soon, you'll miss the best time for treatment."

Zhao Minglang?
Why does this name sound so familiar?

But I can't remember where I heard it before.

"Is the young master a doctor?"

"No, my ancestors ran a pharmacy and had a family tradition of treating sprains, bruises, and ankle sprains."

It must be said that Zhao Minglang is a kind-hearted person. He felt that this young lady was of good character and did not want her to suffer.

Indeed, he is very skilled at treating sprained ankles, having learned the techniques from his grandfather since childhood.

After all, this kind of treatment only requires the right technique; it doesn't require memorizing herbal formulas, recognizing herbs, or spending too much time learning it.

My grandfather said that having more skills is never a bad thing, and that learning this skill would also benefit me.

When you're out and about, you'll always encounter all sorts of problems, and you can help others in their time of need.

Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda.

If you encounter it yourself, you won't need to ask for help or suffer.

Therefore, he studied very hard, and at Baicaotang in Changzhou County, his skill in treating sprains and bruises was even better than that of his elder brother Zhao Mingqing.

"Can you really cure it?"

A piercing pain shot through her ankle, and Qiu Yan began to want to trust him again.

"If Miss doesn't mind, you can give it a try." Zhao Minglang looked at the jewelry store and said, "Go inside and ask the manager to let me have a private room. It will only take a short time."

"Alright, let's go." Qiu Yan was helped into the silver shop by two maids.

"Miss Qiu, what's wrong?"

The waiter knew Qiu Yan well and immediately stepped forward to ask her what was wrong.

"I sprained my ankle, may I use your private room for a while?"

"Alright, please come with me."

The waiter opened the door to the private room on the right: "Miss Qiu, shall I go and fetch a doctor for you?"

"Not for now, I just need to rest for a bit."

Qiu Yan chose to trust Zhao Minglang. "Then I'll go and make you some tea and water."

"Thank you."

After the waiter left, Qiu Yan looked at Zhao Minglang somewhat embarrassed.

Well, after all, he's a complete stranger, a foreign man.

"Miss, don't worry. Doctors only care about patients, not men or women. Please stretch out your foot."

"Miss……"

The two girls were a little worried.

My young lady is of marriageable age; how can her feet be shown to just anyone?
"Shut up, everyone."

Qiu Yan knew she had been a bit bold, but she felt embarrassed when the maid pointed it out.

The maidservant reluctantly took off her mistress's embroidered shoes.

Delicate, jade-like feet were presented before my eyes.

"It's already red and swollen."

Only after Zhao Minglang said this did the three of them realize that the swelling was indeed quite severe.

"Please bear with it, Miss."

Zhao Minglang casually took out a small ceramic bottle containing his family's heirloom medicinal wine.

I applied some lightly and then slowly blended it out.

"Hiss..." Qiu Yan endured the pain, her face flushed as she looked at the person intently treating her foot...

A scream rang out, and the waiter, carrying tea, pushed open the door and was startled by the sudden scream, causing the tea to spill onto the floor with a "smash".

"sorry Sorry."

The waiter realized he had seen something he shouldn't have and quickly apologized.

"You'd better hurry up and pack up," Zhao Minglang said. "You have to compensate for the losses, don't you?"

The waiter was on the verge of tears. He was really unlucky today. Not only did he not sell any jewelry, but he also had to compensate for the loss of the teapot and cups.

"Here's a gift for you, but bring me a fresh pot."

Zhao Minglang took out two taels of silver and handed it to the waiter.

"Thank you, young master. I will bring you tea right away."

Although this young master is... well, he's actually a pretty good person.

"Don't worry, young master, I didn't see anything."

The waiter suddenly remembered that it should be hush money, and he still needed to make a statement.

Zhao Minglang frowned... This waiter is really... hard to describe.

"Miss, how is your foot?"

foot?
Qiu Yan then remembered.

"Try stepping on the ground."

Qiu Yan obediently followed his instructions, then put on her shoes and socks, a little worried as her feet touched the ground, but then...

"Huh, it seems like it really doesn't hurt anymore!"

Qiu Yan looked at him in shock. Was it really that amazing?
"This medicinal wine..."

To be honest, Zhao Minglang was a little reluctant, after all, he only brought this small bottle with him when he went out, and if he gave it to her, he would have none left.

However, she is a young lady, so she needs to apply it two more times.

"Here you go. Apply some more tonight and tomorrow, and try to stay as still as possible for the next couple of days. Just rest for a few days and you'll be fine."

"No need for medicine or doctor's visit?"

Qiu Yan was surprised: "You're so skilled, and you still say you're not a doctor?"

“No need for medicine or a doctor. I’ve already set your sprained ankle. It’s just that the tendon and the energy are strained, so you’ll need to rest for a few more days.” Zhao Minglang said, “I’m really not a doctor. I’m a scholar. I’ve come to the capital to take the imperial examination.”

"Where are you from?"

Qiu Yan suddenly remembered why the name sounded familiar, it seemed...

“From Changzhou.”

"Zhao Minghua is your younger brother?"

"How did you know, Miss?"

This surprised Zhao Minglang.

It really is him?

Qiu Yan remembered what Sister Yu'er had said, and her face instantly turned red.

"Young lady, why is your face so red? Are you sick?"

Qiu Yan… she's really gone mad from reading too much! (End of Chapter)