Quick Transmigration: Reversing the Life of a Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character

"Xin'er, you're making so many without even practicing?"

"If you don't make it, what will you practice with?" Wu Yuan asked back matter-of-factly.

Wenren Ming instructed his subordinates to put the needle pouch away, then toyed with her hand: "Indeed."

"Does that jewelry store accept banknotes?"

"I have a share in that jewelry store, so I can put it on credit."

"I'll pay for this myself."

"Xin'er, do you think you can pay the bills when you're with me?"

Wu Yuan withdrew her hand: "Clothes and jewelry are small expenses. If you want to give them to me, then I'll accept them. These needles are for my own practice. There's no reason for you to pay for them."

"My dear,"

"It's decided then. You're the boss, so give me a discount. If their skills are good, I might ask them to make some more things in the future."

"In the martial arts world, their skills are second to none."

"How does it compare to those made for the imperial court?"

Wenren Ming's pupils contracted slightly: "They are evenly matched, but the court artisans tend to focus more on beauty, while the artisans in the martial arts world emphasize durability."

"But I want something durable, and I also like it pretty."

"It's not difficult at all," Wenren Ming said with a smile. With the money in place, what's so hard about taking care of things?

That evening, Wu Yuan was still being fed a lot, and her body was full.

The next day, she made a grand gesture by ordering over a thousand needles from the jewelry store, paying a deposit of five hundred taels of silver without batting an eye.

Wenren Ming: "Then let's go. Shall we buy a carriage?"

"There's no official road between the two cities, so the carriage ride is really bumpy; it's better to ride a horse."

"That's true, then let's do as Xin'er says."

Wenren Ming's subordinates would arrange the trip, so the two of them didn't have to worry about anything. They strolled around the streets, and when they returned, several horses had already been arranged.

Wu Yuan was incredibly envious: "Your subordinate is quite good; she's very capable."

It's important to understand that in feudal dynasties, livestock like cattle and horses were regulated and could not be bought or sold at will. Furthermore, the place they were in was not a border city, so acquiring several horses in such a short time was extremely difficult.

Wenren Ming smiled but didn't explain. Their Ghost Doctor Valley had quite a few businesses here, and it was easy for the local shopkeepers to get a few horses.

"Xin'er can also hire a few subordinates to take care of your life."

"Forget it, your subordinates are obviously trained from a young age. They're skilled in martial arts and good at everything. How can someone you just bought on the spot be easy to use? Besides, you can't buy someone with real skills anyway," Wu Yuan said, shaking her head.

"Xin'er's insight is indeed extraordinary; she must come from a noble family," Wenren Ming asked, deviating from his usual style.

"You flatter me." Wu Yuan only said three words and then fell silent.

Wenren Ming's smile remained unchanged, and he did not ask any further questions.

At the Yun family in Yangcheng, the family head, Yun Feng, greeted them with a broad smile as he came out of the house.

"Divine Physician Wenren, why didn't you tell me beforehand? I would have sent someone to welcome you."

"Have a smooth journey, Master Yun, you're too kind."

Yunfeng led the group of people into the house, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Wenren Ming was followed by a woman wearing a veil.

Wenren Ming is eccentric and acts entirely on his whims. On his consultation fee list, people are also priced. However, he is very powerful and has the mysterious and unpredictable Ghost Doctor Valley behind him.

He had already sought help from many famous doctors for his son's strange illness, but there had been no progress. This was his only son, and he could only pin his hopes on Wenren Ming. If Wenren Ming wanted female family members to accompany him, he would have no choice but to sacrifice them to save the king.

I heard that when he was in the previous city, Wenren Ming didn't have a woman by his side. If it weren't for his son's illness, which was really urgent, he wouldn't have asked for help at this time.

Fortunately, the women of the Yun family were lucky. A woman suddenly appeared beside Wenren Ming, whom he had just taken in. She must be in high spirits right now.

Wenren Ming had a rule that only one woman could be with him at a time.

"Dr. Wenren, I have already ordered my men to tidy up the courtyard. Would you like to rest for a while?" He said, but he could no longer suppress the urgency in his expression.

"No need, let's see your son first," Wenren Ming said understandingly.

Yunfeng married one wife and two concubines, and had four daughters and one son. This only son was his lifeblood.

"Alright, alright, thank you for your understanding, Physician Wenren."

Wenren Ming didn't have any ridiculous rule about not having outsiders present when he treated patients. He directly led his subordinates and Wu Yuan, following behind Yun Feng into the young master of the Yun family's room.

Yun Fengming, the young master of the Yun family, was half-lying on the bed wearing a padded coat, holding a book in his hand. He was pale and thin, but his eyes were bright. He looked like a strong young master who had been ill for a long time but had not lost hope.

As soon as she entered the house, Wu Yuan felt a little suffocated. It was too hot. Even though it was May, there was still a charcoal brazier in the room.

"This child's illness makes him sensitive to cold, please bear with us."

"It's alright." Wenren Ming handed the fan in his hand to Wu Yuan, and then stepped forward to take Yun Fengming's pulse.

Wu Yuan opened her folding fan and watched Wenren Ming examine the patient while fanning herself. He seemed to have encountered a problem, his expression was solemn. After taking the pulses of both wrists, he pressed several acupoints.

"The poison of ice?" Wenren Ming asked uncertainly, "Did you travel far before the onset of the illness?"

"No, I've been in Yangcheng and haven't left. Last winter, I felt it was colder than usual, but I didn't pay much attention. It wasn't until spring arrived and the flowers bloomed that I felt colder day by day and that's when I realized there was a problem."

"Is it possible to use internal energy normally?"

"Yes, but it won't last. And once you start using your internal energy, it will get even colder, with a chill seeping from your bones, making it hard to even stand."

"What is this Frost Poison? I've only heard of the Frost Powder of the Poison Sect. Could it be their doing? But my Yun family has no grudges against the Poison Sect, and we even have some friendship with their sect leader."

"I have never seen anyone poisoned by the Frost Poison, but a senior in my Ghost Doctor Valley's medical records wrote that the Frost Poison is formed in places that are frozen all year round. The conditions for its formation are extremely harsh. It must grow into pale blue ice particles the size of almonds under solid ice that has not melted for at least a hundred years."

"The size of an almond? Something that big, there's no way I wouldn't have noticed it."

"That's the strange thing." Wenren Ming frowned. "Even if it's poison, it's essentially ice. There's no such solid ice that doesn't melt all year round near Yangcheng. It's transported from afar, but it melts by the time it gets here. This kind of poison must be used within half an hour of melting, otherwise it will have no effect."

The Poison Sect's Frost Powder is made on the ice surface using the poison of frost. They used every possible method to preserve only one percent of the toxicity of the frost poison.

Even so, the Frost Powder remains a unique poison in the martial arts world.