Chapter 131: Even the People of Yaowanggu May Not Be as Skil

ack, not even glancing at her, and left in a huff of anger.Even Song Big Miss, at this moment, did not need anyone to support her, she bravely followed their footsteps.Song Jiu-li hurriedly grabbed he..."Okay!"

The old woman immediately took the medicine in one gulp. The silver needles had pierced the acupuncture points, and their effects were gradually wearing off.

After taking a bowl of medicine, it felt much better.

"I seem to... feel a lot better now."

A light flashed in the old woman's eyes as she said she wanted to have Ginger Kneel down, but Ginger swiftly stopped her.

"No need to do that."

"Miss Song, thank you, thank you so much!"

The old woman burst into tears, "It was you, it was you who saved me. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to go on."

"Treating illness is about attending to people, it's just one's duty."

Ginger glanced sideways at Fu Ling with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, "Besides, the Divine Doctor from Yaowanggu has agreed to give you consultation fees."

"My name is Fuling."

Poria disliked hearing the title "Divine Physician" from Ginger. It felt like a mockery to her.

She pulled a money pouch from her person and handed it to Jiang Wan, "Should this be enough"

This contains some pocket money that the master gave her daily, and some she earned herself.

She gingerly took it and opened it. There were a few silver and gold coins, and a few gold leaves. She didn't change her expression as she received the dough.

"Enough."

It seems that Yaowanggu's prices are usually quite high. She needs to learn a thing or two about that.

"I... We'll give it to ourselves."

Cheng Yong felt very embarrassed. It was his mother who was seeing a doctor, and she even got some medicine.

Ginger and Lingzhi glared at Cheng Yong simultaneously, causing him to be too afraid to speak.

Let's go!

Fu Ling turned and ran, her cheeks burning with shame. To have been humiliated like this in front of so many people!

It's all Hua Xiao's fault. She always said that Song was lucky, and she actually believed it!

"Song, let's go first!"

Cheng Yong took the medicine pouch ginger prepared, and left with his mother. At this moment, Cheng's wife's condition was improving, she didn't need him to carry her anymore.

Once they were far away, Huaxiao finally let out a sigh of relief and said, "It seems the people from Yaowanggu aren't as capable as Lady Song."

This statement is half praise for Jiang Wan, and half a way to get her hated.

As expected, this made the Lao Song family even more furious.

Ginger was too busy sorting her medicinal herbs to pay attention to her. No one responded, so Hua Xia realized the awkwardness and mumbled her way back to her own territory.

Just a short distance away, Lingzhi led Cheng Yong and his wife away. She turned to Cheng Yong and said:

"Leave me one pouch of medicine, and then you may go."

But Miss Fu Ling, what if my mother can't recover if she is missing a bag

Cheng Yong was very worried. He had told that Song's daughter, that after drinking these medicines his mother could be cured.

Even the old wife felt a little worried, "Girl Fu Ling, what should I drink if I give you this"

"Don't worry."

Fu Ling's frown was full of discontent, her attitude impatient. "I only took this medicine bag to see what kind of herbs she had used."

When I've figured it out, I'll have a batch of the same new medicine ready for you.

What if we can't figure it out through research

But the process of becoming a wife was not smooth for Cheng. One sentence from her choked Fuling.

"This is what I paid good money for!"

"Don't be angry, Miss Fuling."

Cheng Yong hurriedly pulled his wife aside, and apologetically said to Fu Ling:

"It's reasonable for Ms. Fuling to take a package to study it, and she can also help my mother check the medicinal materials."

My mother is just straightforward, she doesn't mean any harm.

He said, handing Fuling a package of medicinal herbs. Although he felt heartache, he thought that Yao Wanggu should still have this little skill...

"Humph!"

Fu Ling let out a cold snort, took the medicine bag and turned to leave, obviously not bothered to argue with them.

Not until the person had walked far away did the old woman spit and say, "What a show! I thought the people from Yaowanggu were so great"

"This ailment of mine isn't something that Mistress Song admired, she wants to steal the skills and techniques. Her methods aren't honest at all."

"Mother!"

Cheng Yong helplessly pulled at his wife's sleeve, "Let's just not worry about them, shall we"

I just want you to be well, masters spar, we can't suffer the consequences. Let's go, go back."

"Mother knows you are worried about me, I just feel sorry for Madam Song."

Her heart was now completely devoted to Jiang Wan. In her eyes, Jiang Wan at this moment was the true divine physician.

Ginger Wan didn't know any of this. At this moment, she had already tidied up, and Song Jiu Ci and the others had laid out some mats on the ground.

It's chilly outside right now, and sleeping on the ground would be freezing, so Song Ji-cheol and Chen Ce went around looking for some straw to lay down as a cushion.

Women sleep on the truck bed, while several men squeeze on the ground.

Actually, the carriage was quite crowded as well. After all, there was Jiang Wan, Song's Madam, Chen's Madam, Song Jiuli, and even Chen Wenhao.

"Mother, I'll also spread out a mat on the ground."

Ginger ignored Song Damo's obstruction and simply lay down on the ground.

Of course they didn't know Ginger had piled on several layers of blankets. The weather was getting colder, and she needed to find an excuse to slip out for a while to get some more blankets back.

One blanket per person is clearly not enough to keep warm.

Thinking this, Ginger Wan dazedly went into the space warehouse before falling asleep.

Luckily, she had prepared plenty of cotton clothes and quilts, otherwise, she would have been clueless.

Because there are Wen Ruoyu and Hua Xiao, two transmigrators, in the story, Jiang Wan didn't enter her space. After all, modern people have big imaginations, and things that ancient people couldn't think of, Hua Xiao might just come up with.

He was wrapped in his blankets, resting soundly. His family's beds were right next to each other.

Song Jiubian was right beside Jiang Wan, with Song Juchi and Chen Ce next to him.

"You go to sleep first, I'm not tired yet."

Since the last time Jiang Wan talked to him openly, Song Jiubian had been a bit more polite to her in private.

Ginger also didn't beat around the bush, vaguely saying, "Well, it's cold weather, don't exercise for too long."

She knew Song Jiubian probably wanted to wake up and exercise, so she gave him a quick reminder before falling asleep.

In the middle of the night, Ginger was woken up shivering. What a damned weather! She got up and glanced around, noticing that there was no one beside her.

But the bonfire was almost dying out, no wonder it was so cold. Jiang Wan first took the firewood beside her and added a few more logs to the fire. Only then did she notice Song JiuYuan coming back using light kung fu.

"You should rest for a while."

Jiang Wan felt that Song Jiubian's whole body was radiating coldness, so she hurriedly threw the hot water bag she had just filled into Song Jiubian's quilt.

"Okay."

Song Jiubian's heart warmed, and he eagerly burrowed into the blankets, whispering excitedly to Jiang Wan:

"Ginger, I'm basically able to walk."

"Well, it's good that we can go."Dafeng is forbidden to privately smelt iron. For the sake of the throne, the Sixth Prince has made thorough preparations.Jiang Wan's finger gently rubbed against the edge of the basket, her eyes gleam...