After Picking Up Five Brothers, No One Dares to Offend the Capital City

Chapter 248

When Chang Yan realized the atmosphere in the dilapidated temple had changed, she quickly asked Jiang Si to squat down with Wen Zhiyun to lift up the chubby girl and save Jiang Si's numb spine.

"Why can't I watch?" Jiang Sheng struggled. "I haven't seen it yet. Let me watch a little longer."

Wen Zhiyun was both shy and weak, almost unable to hold her.

It was only when Jiang San gave her a boost from behind that Jiang Sheng was able to safely land on the ground.

"What are you watching?" Chang Yan knocked her on the head. "Is that something a child like you should watch?"

Jiang Sheng covered the back of her head, not quite understanding why she couldn't watch. The sisters were so pretty. Although the man was fat, greasy, and cloying, she was looking at the sisters, not that so-called prince.

"You still can't watch," Chang Yan scolded in a low voice. She stepped on the bricks and climbed up to take a look. She quickly covered her eyes with her hand and jumped back down. "That's enough. Jiang San and Jiang Si, do as we discussed earlier."

The two loyal servants' eyes lit up as they rubbed their fists and approached the other side of the dilapidated temple.

One pinched his throat and looked extremely embarrassed.

The other coarsened his throat, pretending to be angry.

Wen Zhiyun was still a little apprehensive. She pulled Chang Yan's clothes and said softly, "Is this, is this really okay? I read in my father's medical books that this kind of situation can easily cause stress for men, and it's likely to...affect their virility."

It was truly difficult for the innocent, gentle young doctor to squeeze those four words from between her teeth. Her little face turned red.

In contrast, Chang Yan was much calmer. She said with a hint of a smile, "It serves him right."

As their words fell, Jiang San and Jiang Si took action.

One imitated the voice of a guard, asking in surprise, "The prince came here?"

The other imitated a deep middle-aged male voice, shouting angrily, "Wretched thing, hiding a beauty here to such an extent!"

Jiang San and Jiang Si were not gifted with exceptional talent. Their imitations were only forty to fifty percent accurate, but the man inside was already nervous. Adding to the peculiar timing, it was enough.

Two thuds were heard, as if something had fallen to the ground. This was followed by the painful cries of a man, "Ow, ow! My leg, my butt, my tailbone..."

Jiang San and Jiang Si quickly scurried back, one carrying Jiang Sheng, the other pulling Chang Yan and Wen Zhiyun along as they swiftly fled.

Before leaving, they did not forget to smash the stacked bricks and cover their footprints with dead branches. 𝖋𝔯𝔢𝔢𝖜𝖊𝖇𝖓𝔬𝔳𝖊𝔩.𝖈𝖔𝖒

In a secluded corner behind the hillside, the three siblings panted heavily as they sat in the carriage to calm themselves down.

Jiang San and Jiang Si pinched their voices back to normal and drove the carriage back onto the main road.

As they passed by the bottom of the hillside, they saw the anxious coachman as expected, seemingly about to go back to Fengjing to seek help.

Jiang Sheng timely raised her voice and shouted, "Fourth Brother, where are you going to dig herbs? It's so far. Can we still dig them today? There are patients waiting at the clinic!"

Herbs, clinic.

Hearing the key words, the impatient coachman didn't have time to think about why there was a doctor here. He flashed in front of the carriage to stop them.

Jiang San reined in the horses. Delighted inside but still fuming on the surface, he said, "What are you doing? Do you want to die? We are just doctors from a clinic. We don't have money to compensate you."

"Doctor, I beg you to take a look. We have a patient here that needs urgent care. Money is not an issue," the coachman apologized with an ingratiating smile. "As long as you can cure our mas...young master, any amount of silver will do."

Jiang San still impatiently shook his head, but Jiang Si rolled his eyes and stopped him. "Are you serious about giving us silver?"

"Truly, truly," the coachman thought they were just greedy for money, and his heart settled even more.

After discussing it, Jiang San and Jiang Si finally turned back to report.

Under the gaze of her younger siblings, Wen Zhiyun said softly, "Then let's go take a look."

They were led to the dilapidated temple with the utmost courtesy and reverence. The man in brocade robes was lying in a heavily perfumed bedroom, his face pale from pain as beads of sweat rolled down.

The coachman seemed to be his confidant and whispered a few words to him.

The brocaded robes man glanced at Wen Zhiyun, then looked at Jiang Sheng, and finally stared at Chang Yan in the corner with a hint of puzzlement in his eyes.

But it was just a hint.

He turned to look at Wen Zhiyun and solemnly exhorted, "Doctor, I'm afraid of pain. Don't hurt me, okay? We can discuss the money as long as you don't make me suffer."

Wen Zhiyun nodded. Though usually timid with the demeanor of a young daughter-in-law, when taking pulses she was steady and calm, as if she had become a different person.

"No internal injuries, probably just bone injuries. I need to look at the wounds." She stood up.

Jiang Sheng was still peeking around curiously. Chang Yan grabbed her with great effort and dragged her outside.

Even Jiang San and Jiang Si consciously avoided going out the door.

The brocaded robes man nodded in satisfaction, not even glancing at the people outside. He just waited for the door to close before impatiently lifting up the quilt.

What Wen Zhiyun's eyes were assaulted with inside was unknown, but Chang Yan outside truly breathed a sigh of relief.

It was good that time was skilled enough to sculpt a person's appearance to the point that even close relatives might not recognize them.

Even he...was no exception, right?

Chang Yan lowered her eyelashes, unwilling to recall any further.

When Wen Zhiyun's voice came from inside, they pushed the door open again and returned to the bedside.

"The bones are not cracked, just ligament and tissue injury, as well as skin swelling," the young doctor said seriously as she picked up a brush. "Recuperate for a month first before further rehabilitation."

As the prescription was finished, the brocaded robes man glanced at it and suddenly revealed an astonished expression.

"Doctor, this...you've prescribed all inexpensive medicines?" He couldn't help but ask, "Why not give me expensive ones? At the very least, shouldn't each dose cost several dozen taels of silver?"

Wen Zhiyun: "..."

After so many charity consultations, she had never heard such a bizarre request.

If it had been a shrewd doctor, they would have likely changed the prescription right away, filling it with all kinds of invigorating expensive medicines.

But Wen Zhiyun thought for a moment, then shook her head. "Expensive or cheap medicines all cure illness. A dozen or so taels of silver per dose and a dozen or so coins per dose have similar effects. There's no need to wrongly spend money."

The brocaded robes man was even more shocked, his expression as if he had seen a ghost.

Wen Zhiyun ignored him. She tidied up her medicine box, slung it over her shoulder, and said, "My clinic is called Wen's Clinic in Fengjing. If there is any follow up need, please come find us."

Perhaps her medical skills were not superb, and her clinic was not famous, but a doctor had to see things through from beginning to end after taking on a patient's case, prescribing medicine, and then witnessing their recovery.

Admittedly, most of Wen Zhiyun's medical knowledge came from Doctor Wu, but her initial enlightenment was from her father, that Wen medical practitioner who had raised her and taught her kindness and sincerity.

The twelve-year-old stood straight with dignity under everyone's gaze and steadily turned to leave.

The coachman seemed to recall something. He put two silver ingots into her palm.

Wen Zhiyun didn't even glance at them before stuffing them into Jiang Sheng's hands and taking the opportunity to hold her sister's small hand.

The few of them slowly left the dilapidated temple in this manner.

Behind them was the brocaded robes man's shock, the coachman's admiration, and several young ladies' veneration.

Wen Zhiyun was like a transcendent ascetic, unmoved and unhurried.

By the time they had almost boarded the carriage, Jiang Sheng couldn't help but mutter, "Fourth Brother is usually so low-key, but his acting is so convincing that even I believed it."

Wen Zhiyun tripped, and all of her ethereal detachment vanished without a trace.

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