The Fallen Medicine Woman: The Daily Life of Chun Nuan-Chapter 428 - 250: A Chance Encounter with Zhao Minglang

Chapter 428: Chapter 250: A Chance Encounter with Zhao Minglang

Chunyan had become numb to the idea of a good match.

She even thought that if it didn’t work out, she might as well spend her life in solitude with the ancient scriptures.

If the Qiu Mansion couldn’t accommodate her, she would go to a temple...

Coming out of the Xia Mansion, she didn’t feel right.

She couldn’t figure out where she went wrong, just felt like there was no way forward.

Sitting in the carriage, she suddenly wanted to go to the Treasure Pavilion to have a look.

See if there were any new items inside.

When getting off the carriage, suddenly a child bumped straight into her.

"Careful."

A man behind her stepped forward and caught her, but Chunyan’s foot was still sprained.

"Ouch..."

Truly not a good day; luck was not on her side.

"The miss’s foot has been sprained."

Zhao Minglang said softly, "It needs to be treated at the clinic immediately. If you trust me, I can give you a quick massage so it won’t be too severe."

"No need, thank you."

What a joke, letting a strange young man massage her foot in public, was her reputation not already bad enough?

"Besides, Miss, you dropped your purse."

What?

"That child earlier was trying to snatch Miss’s purse."

So, he saw it and didn’t say anything at the time?

"Money is just an external possession, Miss. It’s not much lost; isn’t it better to avoid disaster?"

Chunyan was really amused!

This person... although he spoke the truth, he was not very likable.

Who knew where this bookworm came from.

Chunyan couldn’t help but glance up, and just one look made her heart race.

Oh my, what is this about?

Chunyan quickly suppressed the strange thoughts in her heart.

"Thank you for informing me, may I ask your name, sir?"

"My surname is Zhao, Zhao Minglang."

Zhao Minglang looked at her foot with regret.

"Miss’s foot is already starting to swell. If you don’t treat it soon, you’ll miss the best time for treatment."

Zhao Minglang?

Why does this name sound so familiar?

But she couldn’t quite remember where she’d heard it before.

"Are you a doctor?"

"No, my ancestors owned a pharmacy, and we have an ancestral method for treating sprains and injuries."

It must be said, Zhao Minglang had a warm heart; he thought this young lady had a decent character and didn’t want her to suffer.

Truly, he was very skilled in treating sprains, having learned from his grandfather since he was young.

After all, this skill just requires the right technique, no need to memorize medicinal formulas or recognize herbs, which didn’t take much of his time to learn.

His grandfather said having numerous skills won’t weigh you down, and learning this skill would be beneficial to him too.

Traveling outside, one would encounter all sorts of problems; when others faced these issues, he could offer immediate help.

Saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda.

If he encountered these problems himself, he wouldn’t need to beg for help or suffer.

So, he learned very earnestly, and in the Hundred Herbs Hall of Changzhou County, his skill in treating sprains surpassed even his elder brother Zhao Mingqing by three points.

"Can you really treat it?"

With the piercing pain from her ankle, Chunyan started to want to trust him.

"Miss, if you don’t mind, you can give it a try." Zhao Minglang noticed a silver building: "Let’s go in and ask the shopkeeper for a private room, it won’t take much time."

"Alright, let’s go." Chunyan was assisted by two maids into the silver building.

"Miss Qiu, what happened to you?"

The shop assistant was familiar with Chunyan and immediately approached with concern to ask.

"Sprained my foot, borrowing a private room to sit for a while."

"Sure, please follow me."

The shop assistant opened the private room on the right: "Miss Qiu, should I call a doctor for you?"

"No need for now, I’ll just rest my foot first."

Chunyan chose to trust Zhao Minglang.

"Then I’ll bring you some tea and water."

"Much appreciated."

After the shop assistant left, Chunyan looked at Zhao Minglang a bit awkwardly.

Well, after all, he was a stranger.

"Miss needn’t worry, a doctor only sees the patient, not gender. Please extend your foot."

"Miss..."

The two maids were a bit concerned.

How could their Miss, waiting for marriage, just show her foot to someone?

"Silence."

Chunyan knew she was being a bit bold, but being called out by the maids made her embarrassed.

The maid, summoning up her courage, took off her embroidered shoes for her Miss.

Her delicate jade-like feet were revealed before them.

"It’s already swollen."

Zhao Minglang’s comment made the three realize how swollen it indeed was.

"Miss, please bear with it."

Zhao Minglang casually took out a small porcelain bottle, which contained ancestral medicinal wine.

He gently applied some, then slowly spread it out.

"Ouch..." Chunyan endured the pain, her face reddened as she looked at the man focused on treating her foot, it was just...

With a sharp scream suddenly erupting, the shop assistant, who was carrying tea, pushed the door open and was startled, causing him to tremble, and "splash," the tea crashed to the ground.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry."

The shop assistant felt he’d seen something he shouldn’t have, hurriedly apologizing.

"You should clean this up," Zhao Minglang said, "You should also compensate for the loss, right?"

The shop assistant wanted to cry; his luck was really bad today, not having sold any jewelry and now having to compensate for the teapot and cups.

"Here’s your reward; bring a fresh pot."

Zhao Minglang took out two taels of broken silver and handed it to the shop assistant.

"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir, I’ll bring the tea right away."

This gentleman, although... well, he was pretty good.

"Sir, don’t worry, I didn’t see anything."

The shop assistant suddenly realized it was hush money, he needed to express his stance.

Zhao Minglang frowned... this assistant was really... hard to describe.

"Miss, how does your foot feel now?"

Foot?

Only then did Chunyan remember. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"Try stepping on the ground."

Chunyan complied with his instructions, then put on her shoes and socks, a bit worried about landing her foot, but then...

"Hmm, it really doesn’t hurt anymore!"

Chunyan looked at him in astonishment, was it really that miraculous?

"This medicinal wine..."

Truthfully, Zhao Minglang felt a bit reluctant, as he had brought just this small bottle with him; giving it to her meant he had none left.

But, she was a girl and needed to apply it a couple more times.

"You can take it, apply some more tonight and tomorrow, and try to move less for the next two days; rest for a few days and you’ll be fine."

"No need to take medicine or see a doctor?"

Chunyan was very surprised: "You’re so impressive, yet you say you’re not a doctor?"

"No need for medicine or doctor visits, the part of your foot that was sprained has been set right, it’s just the strained tendon that needs a few days of rest, " Zhao Minglang said. "I’m really not a doctor, I’m a scholar, heading to the capital for exams."

"Where are you from?"

Chunyan suddenly remembered why the name felt familiar, it seemed...

"From Changzhou."

"Is Zhao Minghua your younger brother?"

"How does Miss know this?"

This time it was Zhao Minglang’s turn to be surprised.

He really was!?

Chunyan remembered what Sister Yu’er had said, her face instantly flushed.

"Why is your face so red, Miss; are you unwell?"

Chunyan... truly studied herself silly!