Changfeng glanced at Su Ruotang distressedly: "Miss, she has not had a good life in Su Mansion these years. She has to deal with it by herself when she is sick. After a long illness, her medical skills are better than mine."
Doctor Changfeng briefly told what happened at Xinglin Pharmacy, left a prescription and left.
After hearing this, Mrs. Feng couldn't stop crying.
She sat on the edge of the bed, holding Su Ruotang's hand tightly, choking and unable to speak.
Tan Zhixi squatted beside the bed and said bitterly: "Next time I see Su Muyao, I will make her look good. If you dare to bully your cousin like this, I will make it impossible for her to survive in the circle of noble ladies!"
Tan Xiuyuan only saw his beloved granddaughter. He clenched his hands tightly and then loosened them.
After a moment, he turned and left.
Vaguely, I heard him instructing the housekeeper, "From now on, people from Su Mansion will not be welcome in Tan Mansion's shops."
When Su Ruotang woke up, the room was quiet.
There is still a bit of fishy sweetness in the throat, and the whole body is sore and weak.
"Tang'er, you're awake!" At this moment, a low voice of surprise came from his ears.
Su Ruotang turned around and Feng looked at her distressedly, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"
Seeing the haggardness and worry on Feng's face, Su Ruotang raised her hand and took Feng's hand by mistake, "Grandma, I'm fine."
As the words came out of her mouth, she realized that her voice was so hoarse that she could barely hear it.
Feng held her hand tightly, tested the temperature on her forehead, and gently helped her sit up, "You really scared grandma to death. You have such a high fever and you dare to run around!"
After saying this, he took the porridge bowl in Tan Zhixi's hand, spooned a spoonful of porridge to her lips, "Drink some porridge first, and taking medicine when you are hungry will hurt your body."
Su Ruotang lowered his eyes and looked at the spoon in front of him. He was silent for a moment and opened his mouth.
Feng fed him spoonful after spoonful, and she ate spoonful after spoonful.
His cute appearance filled Feng's heart with bitterness and love.
After drinking less than half of the bowl of porridge, Su Ruotang felt that he had finally regained some strength and shook his head, "I can't eat any more."
The original owner was hungry all year round. Sometimes he could not eat a steamed bun the size of a baby's fist for a whole day, and his stomach was so hungry that he shrunk.
Feng and Tan Zhixi frowned and looked at the small bowls with more than half of the porridge left.
No wonder he is so thin, how can he be in good health if he only eats such a small amount!
"Then take the medicine." Not daring to force her, Tan Zhixi changed the medicine bowl and brought it over.
Smelling the bitter medicinal smell, Su Ruotang couldn't help but shrink back, "Can you stop drinking it?"
Tan Zhixi hummed softly and handed the medicine bowl in front of her, "What do you think?"
Su Ruotang's face dropped and she looked at Feng pitifully.
She bit her lips, which were almost bloodless, with a faint mist in her beautiful eyes, "Grandma, I'm afraid of suffering..."
Those watery eyes were filled with pity, which immediately made people feel distressed.
After only a moment's hesitation, Feng said firmly: "Bitter medicine."
The concoction in the bowl was estimated to be only twenty milliliters. Su Ruotang's facial features wrinkled up and he began to doubt his life.
If she didn't know medicine and could be sure that this bowl of medicine was to dispel wind and cold, she would even wonder if the person prescribing the medicine wanted to kill her with it.
"Eat a plum." Along with Feng's distressed tone, the sweetness of plums spread in her mouth.
The faint sweetness dissipated the smell of medicine, and Su Ruotang was extremely grateful that the medical space traveled with her.
Otherwise, she might become the first time traveler to die from medicine.
Feng looked at her, tears gradually filling her eyes, "Tang'er, is it really impossible to cure the birthmarks on your throat and face?"
Tan Zhixi sighed: "My aunt asked the imperial doctor for my cousin back then, but nothing could be done."
Su Ruotang looked at the tears in Feng's eyes and spoke slowly, "Over the years, I have been looking through medical books in my house and found a way to cure my face and throat in less than a month."
Feng remembered what Dr. Changfeng said about Su Ruotang saving a child who accidentally ate purple berries, and felt a glimmer of hope in her heart.
"Tang'er, a woman's appearance is important, but her character is more important than her appearance."
"Even if my Tang'er loses her beauty, she can still become a woman that everyone admires."
Tan Zhixi frowned: "Cousin, do you really want to marry the third prince?"
"The third prince has better character than the fifth prince. Although he is not a good man, he is not a villain either."
"But the third prince feels very cold to others. If you marry him, in the future..."
Su Ruotang smiled and interrupted Tan Zhixi: "My marriage to the third prince is just a transaction. He promised me that he would set me free in the future."
Hearing this, Feng looked at her with some worry, "Tang'er, the third prince is the son of Concubine Wan, and he is also Emperor Wu Shun's favorite prince. Your marriage to him is very involved."
Su Ruotang lowered his eyes and looked at Feng with a solemn expression, "Grandma, let's not talk about me for now. I have terminated my engagement with Mo Xiaoya. The queen may take action against Tan Mansion. You and grandfather must be careful."
Feng nodded and patted her hand, "Don't worry, we are sensible. You have a good rest and take good care of yourself."
Su Ruotang glanced at the bright moonlight outside the window and nodded: "Grandma, I'm fine. You and your cousin can go and rest."
Watching Feng and Tan Zhixi leave, Su Ruotang pulled the quilt and slowly covered her face. She concentrated on thinking about the antidote and stayed up almost all night.
Also staying awake all night were Zhang and Su Muyao.
In Xiyuan of Su Mansion, Su Muyao's fingers pinched the bill so hard that they turned white.
Mrs. Zhang kept walking around: "Su Ruotang, you damn little bitch, why did you suddenly change so much? It seems like you are a different person..."
Hearing Zhang's words, Su Muyao was thoughtful.
After a moment, her eyes lit up, she threw down the bill, pulled Mrs. Zhang to sit down, and whispered in Mrs. Zhang's ear.
Zhang's expression gradually turned to surprise. After Su Muyao finished speaking, she hesitated, "Can this really drive that little bitch out?"
Su Muyao's eyes were cold: "I can only give it a try."
The items on the bill, converted into silver taels, were 300,000 taels, and they simply couldn't raise that much money.
If Su Ruotang is kicked out of the Su Mansion and her reputation is ruined, there is no need to pay back the money.
Mrs. Zhang pondered for a moment and nodded, "I'm going to find someone."
"Well, you must find someone with high moral character and respect, preferably a senior monk from Qingling Temple."
Zhang said in embarrassment: "Master Huaichen of Qingling Temple is highly respected by the people, but he has not appeared for several years. Where can we find him?"
Su Muyao curled her lips and said, "Master Huaichen has a junior brother who has never been seen before."
