"Chun Cao, if you have time, clean the kitchen. There seems to be a vegetable patch in this yard. Clean it up. I'll go out in a while and bring back some seeds."
She had a spiritual spring and didn't want to waste it. She wanted to try whether the fruits and vegetables would taste better if they were watered with the spiritual spring.
"Miss, are your injuries really okay? Do you want me to help you take a look?"
Chuncao, who was filled with doubts, didn't dare to ask any more questions, but she knew that the young lady in front of her now was no longer the silly young lady from before.
"Don't worry, my injury has healed. As long as you know that your lady and I have had an adventure, you don't need to ask anything else. Remember to keep it secret. I don't want anyone else to know about my affairs except you."
"This slave knows." Chun Cao immediately bowed and saluted.
"From now on, we will only be dependent on each other. You don't need to call me slave. You can call yourself me in front of me."
"I don't dare." Chun Cao saw that Tan Ruonan didn't say it casually and agreed, "Slave, I know."
Tan Ruonan nodded with satisfaction, "What I want is a girl who is loyal, alert, and bold, I understand."
"Yes, Miss, I understand. However, Miss, the wet nurse must be very worried about the young lady. Do you want to inform her? If the wet nurse knows that the young lady is cured, I don't know how happy she will be."
After thinking for a moment, Tan Ruonan said: "Let's take a look! The fewer people who know about me, the better."
"I know this slave. The wet nurse is one of our own. She will not betray the young lady. Over the years, if the wet nurse had not been clever, the young lady would have been harmed by the mother and daughter."
"Oh, then tell me everything that has happened over the years."
"Yes, miss."
Chuncao has been following Tan Ruonan since she was a child, so Chuncao basically knows everything about Tan Ruonan.
After listening to Chuncao's words, Tan Ruonan's brows were so furrowed that they could pinch a fly to death.
Mrs. Xu, Tan Ruoyan is so good, just wait for me.
Tan Ruonan was walking on the street wearing black men's clothing. In order to look more like a boy, she held a folding fan in her hand.
Visited the ancient capital.
Her appearance is extraordinary and anyone who looks at her will praise her.
"What a handsome young man."
The rate of turning back is a big deal.
All the men, women and old people on the street stopped to take a second look.
"Whose little brother is this? He's so handsome."
"If I had such a husband, I would be willing to die."
"Oh, why didn't you look at the road! You bumped into me, my old waist!"
"Mom, if you had looked at the road, how could we have bumped into each other?"
"I'm looking at a handsome guy! I'm afraid I'll regret it if I don't take another look at him."
Tan Ruonan caused a lot of commotion while walking on the street.
How could she not hear what the passers-by said, but she ignored everyone's comments and continued shopping leisurely.
In Tan Ruonan's heart, ancient times were very poor, and the streets could not be compared with modern times.
In fact, this is not the case. The streets in the capital are busy with traffic, and the shops on both sides of the road are filled with people.
There are endless shouts from the merchants and hawkers pulling carts and carrying burdens.
Handsome men and beauties are dressed in bright clothes, creating a prosperous scene.
Tan Ruonan couldn't help but sigh, "He is worthy of being at the feet of the Emperor."
Then she saw a place where a notice board was posted, and she suddenly thought of a way.
That's the signature.
Each of the five of them has a unique signature, and they originally hired someone to design it.
It was developed after countless days and nights of practice.
Tan Ruonan was so happy when she came up with a good idea. With a thought, an oil pen appeared in her hand.
She signed her name on the bulletin board.
She was worried that the writing would be too small to read clearly, so she deliberately wrote it in capital letters.
Some people were curious about what Tan Ruonan was writing and came to read it, but no one could understand it.
An old man asked curiously: "This little brother, what are you writing about? I have been reading books all my life, but I can't understand what this is."
Tan Ruonan looked back at his signature. It would be surprising if these people could understand it.
"Uncle, this is a painting, just for fun."
The kind-hearted uncle reminded: "Brother, this is the government's bulletin board. It's a big deal if you are careful to be seen by the officials."
Only then did she notice that she had arrived at the yamen gate. On the door not far away was a plaque with the words "lofty" written on it.
"Dali Temple."
What a meow. It scared the baby to death. Why did she come to Dali Temple?
Tan Ruonan thanked the reminder and left as if running away.
Thinking of a good way, Tan Ruonan changed the place to mark. This time she learned wisely and stayed away from the government.
She didn't want to cause trouble when she first arrived.
Tan Ruonan had just finished writing his signature on a wall when he heard heartbreaking shouts in the distance.
"Doctor, help!"
A group of people were carrying a door panel, with a man lying on it. One hand was grasping the other hand tightly, and the wrist was randomly wrapped with rags. The man's face was pale. It must have been due to excessive blood loss. His body was already covered in blood. stained red.
There were two people dressed as women next to them, supporting a woman who was staggering and looked like she would faint in the next moment.
At a glance, it was obvious that this woman must be a family member of the man on the door panel.
This group of people went straight to Meng's Medical Center.
Out of doctor's instinct, Tan Ruonan followed.
"Doctor, please help me! My eldest brother cut his wrist with a sickle." A young man said anxiously.
Seeing this, the doctor at Meng's Medical Center quickly took the person to a room and placed him on the bed.
The doctor sitting in the hall was an old man, and everyone affectionately called him Mr. Meng.
When Mr. Meng carefully opened the injured man's wrist, his head buzzed.
Even though I was used to seeing all kinds of injuries, I was still shocked when I first saw the man's wrist.
Most of the man's wrist has been cut off, and only a small part is connected. It seems that the hand will fall off in the next second. It is a bit scary. Meng Lao shook his head.
"It's useless. It can't be saved. I can only cut off my hand to save my life. Besides, I lost too much blood. It's unclear whether my life can be saved."
The level of medical treatment in ancient times was limited, and such injuries would not be cured at all.
When Tan Ruonan saw this, he secretly hid in a corner.
Take out the surgical tools and medicines from the space.
Xiaoguaiguai helped Tan Ruonan prepare an exquisite wooden box to store it.
At this time, the woman who was being supported fell to her knees on the ground, crying heartbreakingly, "Mr. Meng, I know you are a famous doctor in the capital. Please save my husband. He cannot live without his hands, and the family depends on him." Live your life, woo woo woo.”
The woman's cry moved the onlookers. Who doesn't rely on men to support a family? Without the backbone of the family, one can imagine how difficult life would be.
Old Meng, who was used to seeing separation and death, felt sour in his heart, but he comforted him: "It's not that we can't save him because we are old, but we can't save him. You have to make a decision early. If you delay for a long time and bleed too much, I'm afraid even the gods will be unable to save him."
