After saving the Empress, I became the top scholar in the imperial examination.

I heard that Li Yanting's parents used to live in this inner room. It has been vacant for a long time, but Li Yanting cleans it regularly, so it is still quite clean and bright.

The woman was extremely beautiful, different from the one he had rescued, but just as beautiful.

The woman I rescued this morning, even though her eyes were closed, always gave off a cold and aloof feeling.

The woman's gentle and graceful demeanor was even more pronounced.

She had an oval face and a high nose bridge; as she breathed slightly, the floral quilt rose and fell with her chest.

The room reeked of blood, mixed with the smell of herbs, and Ning Nan frowned.

A doctor sat by the woman's bedside, wringing a towel in hot water.

On the ground lay a magnificent robe, gold and red, clearly of considerable value, along with some white cloth stained with blood, presumably women's clothing, and strips of cloth used by the doctor to stop the bleeding; all were soaked in blood.

"His injuries are more severe than the one I rescued." Ning Nan narrowed his eyes.

He glanced at the magnificent robe on the ground, embroidered with a phoenix, exquisite and lifelike, with auspicious clouds on both sides.

"This is the true mistress of the Zhu family." Ning Nan sighed inwardly.

The doctor wrung out a hot towel and placed it on the woman's forehead. Ning Nan looked at the woman's pretty face, smacked his lips, and thought that it seemed his household registration would still end up in this girl's name.

My gaze followed the hands pressing the towel to the doctor himself.

The doctor invited to the village was also a woman.

Think about it too.

After all, the seriously injured person is a woman, and for the sake of her reputation, it would be more prudent to have a female doctor come to treat her.

"go out."

Doctor Jiang Sixue noticed someone entering, turned her head with a cold face, and began to shoo them away.

It was bombed before.

But these ignorant men and women kept coming in one after another. Fortunately, the village head came and chased them all out, and the inner room finally quieted down.

"What herbs are you using?" Ning Nan didn't go out; instead, he frowned and moved a little closer.

Jiang Sixue's beautiful face showed an impatient expression: "Just leave when I tell you to. Do I need to tell you what herbs I use?"

"She has a rash." Ning Nan pointed to Miss Zhu's fair neck, where several red rashes had appeared. It was probably an allergic reaction, and the wound might be infected. But the doctor in front of him certainly didn't understand what an allergy was or what an infection was.

Ning Nan put his hand inside his clothes.

Jiang Sixue sighed, "Why did you have to be so nosy?"

She had seen it long ago.

When external pathogens invade the body, or when the body's vital energy is insufficient, or when cold and pathogenic factors enter the body, it is common to develop these red rashes or catch a cold. Master said that this is called a small hive.

When Master prescribes medicine to some patients, this situation occasionally occurs. It is common. The five internal organs are too weak. Once the Qi is nourished, the problem will be solved.

This woman had lost too much blood. If I hadn't just used a ginseng root that I couldn't even buy back in Lijia Village to keep her alive, it's hard to say whether I could have saved her. Why would I care about this rash?

Jiang Sixue frowned and continued to chase people away.

Ning Nan took out a small bamboo jar from his pocket and handed it to the doctor: "Doctor, this contains penicillin ointment...please apply it to this girl's wound."

He experimented with rotten oranges and rapeseed oil for many years to develop this ancient penicillin formula. After numerous trials on rabbits with severed legs, he finally arrived at a formula with a relatively high success rate. He used it on injured people in Lijia Village, and the effect was quite good. It certainly cannot compare to modern penicillin, but in the present day, it is definitely a panacea.

Although he knew the female lead was definitely tough, Ning Nan still took out the preparations he had made over the years, just in case.

Jiang Sixue stared suspiciously at the country boy in front of her.

My master did say that we should not underestimate these country folk. The great physician Li Dongmiao's book, "Typhoid Fever Collection," is mostly a collection of folk remedies from the countryside, each with its own unique uses.

She took the bamboo jar from the other person and put it in her medicine box, but naturally she wouldn't use it on the injured woman. She planned to take it back to her master first, just in case it was useful, and she wouldn't have missed out on a good prescription.

"Alright, alright," Jiang Sixue turned her head and waved her hand, taking the slightly cold towel off and continuing to soak it in the hot water. "Get out, don't interfere with this doctor saving lives." She pointed to the wooden door, "Close the door." It was too noisy outside.

Seeing the other person's nonchalant attitude, Ning Nan couldn't help but remind him, "Doctor, please don't use the same herbs on this woman again, otherwise she'll have an allergic reaction... um," he rephrased, "otherwise the woman's rash will cover her entire body, she'll vomit, and she might even have a fever and convulsions..."

"go out--"

The girl, who wasn't much older than Ning Nan, threw the towel into the hot water, drawing out her words.

At that moment, Li Baoxin burst in from outside, yelling, "What the hell are you doing here!"

"Get out! Get out now!"

The man with the white beard grabbed Ning Nan's arm and shoved him out, repeatedly apologizing to Jiang Sixue for causing trouble for the doctor. As he apologized, he also went out and closed the door to the inner room.

Jiang Sixue withdrew her gaze, frowned slightly, and touched the woman's forehead. It was still very cool; how could she have a fever?

"I don't even know if I'll survive." She pouted and applied the hot towel back to the affected area.

At this moment, the woman on the bed twisted her body, seemingly very uncomfortable. Her lips were bloodless, and she whimpered twice. Spots of red began to appear on her fair face.

The early summer sun bathed the road in golden light; the light was not glaring or hot, and the weather was warm and pleasant.

Walking on the dirt road home, Ning Nan kicked a pebble into the stream, making a "plop" sound and splashing a spray of water.

After watching the excitement, everyone dispersed, going off in small groups to do farm work.

Sanzhuang ran home to put down the bowls, as he still had to go to Yaoshan to chop firewood in the afternoon.

Li Erlai carried his load on a shoulder pole and followed behind his father to Hangezhuang. His father was a pig butcher, and there was work to be done in Hangezhuang these days.

Only Li Xing followed behind him, imitating his walk with his hands clasped. Li Xing had always felt that his older brother walked with great style, but he could never learn it.

"Xing-ge'er, I'll give you a job." Ning Nan turned his head.

"Brother, you say it." Li Xing deliberately lowered his voice to make himself seem like an adult.

"Go and keep an eye on Li Yanting's house for me. If that guy bypasses Yang Qiniang and goes to the inner room to see that young lady, go to the village head and you'll get one copper coin a day."

"real?"

"I'd be a dog if I lied to you."

He can now earn twenty copper coins for writing a calligraphy piece for Old Man Han in the west of the village, which is quite generous.

Li Xing nodded like a chick pecking at rice, then ran off in a flash.

This child's father had him late in life, and he was his only son. He never wanted him to do farm work.

Li Baoxin arranged for Yang Qiniang to stay in Li Yanting's main room, where she would take care of the woman alongside Doctor Jiang, as a way to keep a close watch on Li Yanting.

Ning Nan was still a little worried. After all, Li Yanting was the male lead, with incredibly strong luck, and he also had the typical male lead traits—being an orphan and the hope of the entire village. He was well-known far and wide, so it was always better to be cautious.

Back in my dilapidated house, the aroma of meat wafted from the kitchen, and I could smell it as soon as I reached the gate of the yard.

"Oh, I'm stewing meat." Ning Nan sniffed.

Just then, the old woman, who was chopping vegetables in the kitchen, saw him return, put down her knife, and ran out.

Widow Ning looked around, then thuggishly pulled Ning Nan's arm, saying, "Kid, that girl's awake. Go in and take a look."