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

"Oh? Is she the adopted daughter of General Zhao? I remember she's about the same age as our Nan'er, right?" Princess Yu asked in surprise.

"Zhou Ruo isn't even as old as An Nan!" An Chang thought to herself, comparing the differences between the two girls, feeling utterly overwhelmed.

"Oh?" Princess Yu sensed a different emotion in her son again. "You seem to think highly of this younger sister from the Zhao family?"

"Who wouldn't like such a smart, well-behaved, and adorable child..." An Chang said confidently.

Princess Yu smiled but remained silent after hearing this.

"Mother, that day I wanted to tell Father to have Zhou Ruo come and see Grandmother, but Father didn't even let me finish before he confined me to my quarters."

An Chang quietly told her mother about her grievances.

Princess Yu then realized that this was the reason why An Chang had been confined to her quarters by the prince.

"We were indeed negligent about what happened before, and it almost led to a big mistake," said Princess Yu, still shaken.

"If that child is really as capable as you say, then we should definitely let her come and see her. We need to think of a way."

With her mother's understanding and support, An Chang felt much more at ease.

After receiving treatment from Zhou Ruo, the people of Xiaoyang Village quickly regained their vitality.

Gradually, the village returned to its former vitality.

Zheng Liangyi also returned to the General's Mansion to take over the cooking. Ji Ping felt much more comfortable being able to eat his dishes.

Everything seems to be moving in a positive direction.

However, Zhou Ruo sat in the courtyard, resting her chin on her hands, staring blankly at the sky.

Granny Wang came out of her room, holding a long wooden stick in her hand.

A flag, which was hand-cut by the old woman, was tied to the stick.

"Miss, it's ready. Please take a look and see if it's alright?"

Zhou Ruo took the flagpole, waved it left and right twice in the air, and praised, "Granny, you're amazing! Thank you, Granny!"

But looking at the empty yellow flag, she felt that something was missing.

One word is missing!

She remembered seeing the character "卦" (gua, meaning divination) on the fortune teller's flag that day in the carriage, so she figured her own flag should also have that character.

Zhou Ruo thought about it and felt that there should be a "medical" character in it.

It was only then that she realized that she knew many of the characters in the mortal world, but she couldn't write them.

She didn't even notice what the people here used to write.

In my previous life, writing words or prescriptions was as simple as just writing them in the air in front of me.

"Grandma, can you write? I want to write something on this flag."

Granny Wang was a little embarrassed. "My handwriting is ugly and looks terrible when I write. The young general's handwriting is beautiful; it's the best in the manor."

"Okay, I'll go find my brother to write it!"

As she spoke, Zhou Ruo dragged her long wooden stick and ran towards Wude Academy.

"Brother~ Brother—" Zhou Ruo called out to Zhao Jinzhong as soon as she ran into Wude Academy.

He was sitting at his desk writing when he got up and walked towards the door.

Zhou Ruo grabbed a stick and ran quickly, trying to rush into Zhao Jinzhong's house.

Unexpectedly, the stick was positioned horizontally and got stuck in the door frame.

Zhou Ruo's forward momentum hit the stick, sending her flying backward and landing hard on her bottom.

"Waaaaah...it hurts so much..."

Zhou Ruo rubbed her buttocks, and her excitement from before instantly diminished by more than half.

Zhao Jinzhong witnessed her being knocked away by the wooden stick and was both amused and exasperated.

"Ruo Ruo, what are you doing?" He stepped forward to help Zhou Ruo up and patted the dust off her body.

While rubbing her bottom, Zhou Ruo pointed to the flagpole on the ground and said, "Brother, the flag..."

Zhao Jinzhong picked up the flagpole, glanced at it, and asked, "What's this for?"

"Brother, please write the character 'medicine' on the flag for me."

Zhao Jinzhong asked, puzzled, "What's the point of writing this?"

"Like an old fortune teller."

Zhao Jinzhong thought for a while before suddenly realizing, "You, you're going to set up a stall to treat patients?"

"Ugh..." Zhou Ruo wasn't very enthusiastic about setting up a stall to treat illnesses.

She's a legendary healer; in her previous life, people lined up to seek her treatment.

When did she have to rack her brains to find patients and even resort to setting up a stall to treat them?

"No...you, General Zhao's daughter, are you running a medical stall?"

Zhao Jinzhong, who was born into a life of luxury, couldn't immediately grasp Zhou Ruo's idea.

"Hmm... but I still need to treat my illness, my spiritual power is still only half gone..."

Zhao Jinzhong understood Zhou Ruo's desire to heal people in order to restore her spiritual power.

"But didn't you say you didn't want others to know you were a doctor?"

Zhou Ru muttered softly, then counted on her fingers, "I don't want to be too conspicuous, but there are less than ten months left..."

"Wh...what, less than ten months?" Zhao Jinzhong sensed something was wrong when he heard Zhou Ruo's words.

Zhou Ruo glanced at Zhao Jinzhong, somewhat dejected, "It's only ten months. If my spiritual power doesn't recover to full strength..."

"What if it's less than 100%?"

"I'm going to die." Zhou Ruo's tears welled up in her eyes.

She looked at Zhao Jinzhong, pursed her lips, and burst into tears.

Zhou Ruo threw herself into Zhao Jinzhong's arms, crying sadly, "Brother, I don't want to die! Waaah..."

"How...how could this be...? Ten months..." Zhao Jinzhong stood there, stunned and at a loss.

After a brief period of blankness, his mind began to race.

Zhao Jinzhong thought about opening a clinic for Zhou Ruo, but she hardly needed any medicinal herbs.

Opening a clinic requires money and time, and it doesn't necessarily attract many customers.

Should we post a notice? Proclaim to the people that the general's mansion has a doctor who can cure diseases.

That's not appropriate either. The general's mansion is already heavily guarded; it's impossible to let ordinary people walk over the threshold to get medical treatment.

As a young general, I went to inquire whether any princes or nobles were ill.

But which benefactor would believe that a child could cure an illness, and would be willing to let a child be treated?

......

After a brainstorming session, Zhao Jinzhong let out a heavy sigh: "Brother will write something for you and go with you to set up the stall!"

Zhou Ru blinked her teary eyes and watched Zhao Jinzhong take the flagpole into the house.

She followed him with small steps, and Zhao Jinzhong went straight to his desk after entering the room.

He picked up a brush and wrote a large character "医" (medicine) on the flag. The characters were elegant and the strokes were vigorous and powerful.

"Wow~" Zhou Ruo was captivated by Zhao Jinzhong's skillful brushstrokes.

She tiptoed, reached out and took the calligraphy brush that Zhao Jinzhong had just used, and drew two strokes on a blank sheet of paper.

"Hey? Why is this pen so soft?" Zhou Ruo tried several times, but couldn't draw a single decent character.

"Do you want to learn to write?" Zhao Jinzhong asked.

Zhou Ruo held a calligraphy brush in her small hand, looking very cute, but her posture while holding the brush was completely wrong.

She put the pen back, picked up the long stick, and waved the flag in the air a few times. "Brother's handwriting is so beautiful!"

"Let's go! I'll teach you another day."

Zhao Jinzhong, along with Zhou Ruo, Wu Jia, and Wu Bing, tidied up the tables and chairs, and the group headed out to the street.