This was the first time Fan Xian had stepped into his "fiancée's" boudoir, but as a doctor. The first thing he saw was the bed decorated with green conch shells and hooked with purple glass. Then there were the three girls: Ye Ling'er, his sister, and the last girl, who had her head down, busily pulling up the cloth on the bed — it was the servant girl.
Fan Xian coughed twice and walked forward. He sat down on the round stool the servant girl had brought over, and stroked his beard like a real doctor. But the newly glued beard was a bit shaky, and it almost fell off. He quickly removed his pose and asked, "Miss, please stretch out your hand."
Miss Lin was lying on the bed, and her curly figure could be vaguely seen through the curtains. She listened to the doctor and slowly stretched out her left hand, resting it on a soft wrist pillow. This wrist pillow seemed to be a regular item, and was placed to one side. It seemed that the palace physicians often came to see her.
Fan Xian looked at the wrist, which was as white as jade, and his heart skipped a beat. He didn't know why, but he suddenly thought that if he could marry the owner of this wrist, he could touch it again and again in the future. It would be a pleasure … He quickly gathered his thoughts and stretched out a finger, placing it on the wrist. The tip of his finger touched Miss Lin's wrist, and for some reason, both of them trembled at the same time.
Ye Ling'er did not dare to disturb the doctor, and looked curiously at this student of Sir Fei's. She found that he had only used one finger, and she thought of the rumors about Sir Fei's methods, and grew more confident. She had no idea that although Fan Xian was quite knowledgeable in medicine, he had only studied it for a year, and could not compare to a real royal physician in terms of knowledge. His only advantage was his knowledge of medicine and his experience from his previous life. He had purposely used one finger to break the pulse to frighten the people around him, and establish his image as a divine doctor.
Fan Xian's finger felt smooth and clean, and he couldn't help but feel a bit strange. He seemed reluctant to let go. He muttered to himself for a moment. "Miss Lin's pulse is a bit weak, but it is full of dryness. It is weak and hot, and as thin as gossamer. It is a bit troublesome."
"What is it?"
"Can I take a look at Miss Lin's face to make a better judgment?"
"No!" The servant girl rejected the suggestion without hesitation. Although the Kingdom of Qing was relatively liberal, the person on the bed was the Emperor's adopted daughter. Her identity was too special, and even the royal doctors were not allowed to see her face, let alone this random doctor who had come from nowhere.
Fan Xian was a little disappointed. "I heard that the royal physicians have determined that you have tuberculosis?"
The one who answered him was still the head maid. That Miss Lin seemed a little weak. She lay on the bed without saying a word. "Yes."
Fan Xian thought for a moment and felt that he had some confidence. After all, tuberculosis was the same as tuberculosis in his previous life. Although he had not brought along a first-aid kit like the other great powers, there were still many ways to treat it. So he continued to ask, "Does the Lady often feel tired? And he coughs a lot? "
"Yes."
"Are you getting thinner?"
"Yes."
"Do you often feel hot and humid?"
"Yes."
Fan Xian was a little annoyed. This servant girl's mouth was too fast. He rolled his eyes and asked, "Do you often sweat?"
"Yes." The principal maid still rushed to answer.
But Fan Xian did not seem to hear. He touched the soft palm of the hand that had stretched out from the bed curtain and found that it was indeed slightly moist. Miss Lin had never imagined that the doctor outside would be so bold. She shyly and anxiously pulled her hand back — Fan Xian had moved so quickly that the three girls outside the bed did not see it.
Fan Xian frowned. "You haven't coughed blood yet, have you?"
"I've already started coughing. It was better in the spring, but it started again a few days ago." Seeing that the young doctor had accurately described the symptoms, the servant girl stopped looking down on him and replied with a trace of anxiety and hope.
"Yes." Fan Xian thought for a moment and then said seriously, "The Lady really does have tuberculosis."
Hearing him say something that everyone already knew, the servant girl bit her lip and wanted nothing more than to throw the doctor out. Ye Ling 'er glared at him, and Fan Ruoruo felt a little embarrassed and lowered her head.
Fan Xian did not care. He stood up and went to the desk to find a pen and began to write a prescription. When he was done, the servant girl took it and looked at it. It was still the same lily and gold soup, but there were two more ingredients, purple pearl grass and black mountain jasmine, and one more ingredient, skullcap. She frowned and asked, "Skullcap is bitter and cold. It purges fire and strengthens yin, but it hurts the Qi too much. Can it be used?"
As the saying goes, a long illness makes a doctor. This servant girl had seen different doctors treat the Lady over the years. She was very familiar with the prescription for tuberculosis, so she could point out the problem immediately. Fan Xian looked at her and couldn't help but feel a little more admiration. He explained, "As long as the patient is healthy, there should be no problem. First, use a strong medicine, and then take it slowly."
The servant girl looked at him and said somewhat angrily, "The Lady has tuberculosis, and her body is very weak. How can she stand it?"
Fan Xian smiled and was not angry. "Since the Lady has already coughed up blood, then the disease is a little serious. She needs to recover first, and then use medicine."
"Should we use a strong medicine first, or should we recover first?" Ye Ling'er was a little confused.
Fan Xian coughed twice. "From now on, give the Lady a bowl of goat's milk every day. Remember to drink it raw." This was a folk prescription he had heard in his previous life, and it was very effective. He asked again, "How is the Lady's diet?"
The servant girl was thinking about the goat's milk when she heard this. She proudly replied, "Every day, she has plain porridge and side dishes. She has never had to endure any meat."
Fan Xian was furious. She was already so sick, and yet they were still like this? She was a weak little girl, and yet they didn't let her eat well. That was too much! Seeing the strange looks in his sister and Ye Ling'er's eyes, he realized that his anger was unreasonable. Given Miss Lin's status, it was impossible for anyone to skimp on her food. There must be some other reason. He laughed self-mockingly and asked, "Why do you eat like this?"
The three girls looked at him as if they were looking at an idiot. Everyone in the world knew that tuberculosis patients avoided meat.
Fan Xian was not educated to know this, so he stubbornly said, "We must let the Lady eat something good. She must no longer avoid greasy meat. She must drink goat's milk, and her daily diet must be more varied. If she can't get used to it for a while, mash a tael of raw yam and coarse barley rice, cook it until it's cooked. Then crush half a tael of persimmon biscuit, mix it well, and drink it. After half a month, use the prescription I gave you earlier. "
As he spoke, the others frowned. No one dared to listen to him.
At this moment, the old nanny who had stopped the three of them earlier walked in with her hands on her waist. She didn't know what she had just done for her to be so exhausted. Her voice was a little weak as she said, "Why did you come in?" The servant girl greeted them with a smile and explained, "This is the doctor Miss Ye invited. The Lady agreed to let them take a look." The old nanny was a bit unhappy and said, "The imperial physicians in the palace also come once every two days to give a diagnosis. What's so special about this doctor?"
The servant girl laughed. "It is indeed a little strange. They have already determined that the Lady has this illness, and they want us to prepare delicacies for the Lady every day."
When the old servant girl heard this, she shook her head furiously. She said that this could not be done. If the Lady's illness was delayed, what could they do? After two or three sentences, her expression changed, and she hurriedly excused herself. A smile flashed in Fan Xian's eyes. He said to the servant girl, "This medicine must be used in conjunction with what I said before, otherwise it will have no effect."
The servant girl still refused to listen to him, which made Fan Xian very angry. He thought that if he could one day be with the Lady, he would make the bed for her! He said helplessly, "I have some ready-made pills here. Take a few first. If the effects are good, you should believe me?"
"The pills may be good, but the meat must not be eaten." The servant girl was really stubborn.
Fan Xian gritted his teeth in anger, but he didn't know what to do.
— — —
When he coughed up blood, she coughed up blood. When he clenched his teeth, she clenched her teeth. Behind the gauze curtain, the beautiful girl lying weakly on the sickbed heard the doctor's voice outside. She was so anxious that she didn't know what to do. That voice was so familiar. It was clearly the young man she had met in the side hall of the Temple of Qing. She didn't know why he had come to her home, nor did she know how he had become Sir Fei's student, but, but...
Miss Lin's hands tightly gripped the corner of the silk quilt. Her cute white teeth bit her lower lip. She was very excited, and an unhealthy but exceptionally beautiful red stained her cheeks. What should she do? She knew that the person was outside the curtain, but she didn't know how to meet him. She was so worried that her sister loved him to death.
Hearing that the conversation outside was coming to an end, and that the owner of the voice was about to leave, the girl finally couldn't take it anymore. She sat up and leaned against the headboard of the bed. Using all her strength, she shouted in a voice as small as a mosquito.
"Wait!"
...
...
Hearing the voice behind the gauze curtain, the four people outside had completely different reactions. The servant girl walked over first and asked in a low voice what was the matter. Ye Ling'er looked concerned. Ruoruo thought about how her brother had risked his life to come here today in disguise, but had no way of seeing Miss Lin. She unconsciously looked at her brother's expression — and unexpectedly, she saw a dumb goose.
When Fan Xian heard the words "wait," he was dumbfounded. He turned into a dumb goose, staring stupidly at the bed. It was as if he wanted to see the woman's face through the gauze curtain to confirm the voice he had just heard. In the Temple of Qing, he had heard the white-clothed girl speak, especially that one sentence. Actually, it was just that one sentence: "Who... are you?"
Those three soft words in the Temple of Qing left a deep impression on him, and he had never forgotten them.
Fan Xian immediately knew who the person behind the veil was. A wave of ecstasy rushed into his brain, numbing him for a short time. He didn't know what to do. After the shock, he immediately thought of Huang Lixing's song: "The sound waves are too strong. If I don't sway, I'll be knocked to the ground..." So he swayed a little, but immediately sobered up, and forcibly suppressed the urge to lift the veil in front of the bed.
"Miss, what is it?" the servant girl asked in a low voice beside the bed. Ye Ling'er also walked over, frowning. "Chen Chen, lie down first. Why sit up?"
"This... this doctor, what you said earlier seemed to be very... reasonable." The girl behind the gauze seemed to be anxious about how to phrase her words. "... to see in person, perhaps... the doctor will be more confident."
The servant girl heard her mistress say this, but she remembered the rules. She could only look at Ye Ling'er for help. Ye Ling'er had already begun to doubt Fan Xian's medical skills, so she said a few unnecessary words of advice. But she could not resist Miss Lin's insistence, and her heart ached. She knew that she and her sister did not have much time left, so she did not want to let go of any hope. She sighed and reached out to pull the gauze curtain.
At that moment, the hateful old nanny came upstairs for the third time. Seeing this scene, she was shocked and wanted to pull Fan Xian away. Fan Xian was angry. She was really troublesome, he thought. He glared at her like an angry god of thunder. Wherever his gaze landed, the old nanny clutched her stomach and fled.
Fan Ruoruo naturally knew that her brother's gaze could not hurt. It was the laxative still working. She couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh. At that moment, there was also a smile on Fan Xian's lips. He watched the gauze curtain slowly open, waiting for the moment when the two of them would meet.
The muslin curtains were pulled apart, revealing a beautiful girl with fair skin, bright eyes, and a blush on her cheeks. Just like that, she appeared in front of everyone. As if there was no one else around, the two pairs of gentle but resolute gazes met.
Fan Xian's eyes were filled with joy and happiness, while Miss Lin's eyes were... filled with confusion and disappointment! Fan Xian immediately realized that he had put on makeup today. This fiancée, whom he had only met once, had no way of recognizing him on the spot. He couldn't help but smile and feel helpless.
Miss Lin sat down with the help of the servant girl. Looking at the unfamiliar young doctor in front of her, she could not hide her disappointment. But gradually, her brows furrowed, as if she were recalling something. It seemed that she had discovered something from the young doctor's smiling eyes.
Ye Ling'er suddenly felt that Sir Fei's student gaze was very annoying. "Why are you just standing there?" she urged.
Fan Xian smiled and walked up to her. He looked closely at the beautiful face that he had been thinking about for a few days. Looking at the unhealthy blush, he felt a deep sense of pity. "You must eat and take the medicine according to the method I just told you," he said gently. "Do you understand?"
Hearing the voice again, and seeing this completely different face, Miss Lin felt a little dizzy. She put her arm on the bed and said softly, "Sorry to trouble you."
...
...
When they left Miss Lin's boudoir, Miss Lin politely thanked the young doctor and Miss Fan. She knew that Miss Fan was very likely to become her "sister-in-law" in the future, so it was inevitable that she had some inexplicable emotions in her heart. When she looked at the young doctor again, her heart was even more agitated. The voice was clearly his, but why wasn't it him?
Seeing the young doctor about to walk out the door, Miss Lin was very anxious, but there was nothing she could do. As a princess in name, insisting on seeing the doctor was already an extremely bold move. Did she have to ask him if he had been to the temple a few days ago? Did he see a girl in white? Did he remember that chicken leg?
Forget it. It was clearly not that person. It was just that the voice was somewhat similar. It seemed that she had slept too deeply these days, and remembered that voice too much. She had fallen into a mental barrier.
Just as the girl was worrying about her gains and losses, Fan Xian suddenly stopped in front of the door. He turned around with a strange smile and said, "You have to drink goat's milk, and you have to eat some meat. If you're hungry, prepare a few more chicken legs to eat."
Miss Lin's eyes brightened. "But I haven't had a good appetite these days. I often feel nauseous."
"Don't worry. Vomiting and vomiting will become a habit." Fan Xian found that his future wife was a clever person, and was delighted. "You can ventilate the room during the day, but remember to close the windows at night."
Ye Ling'er and the servant girl wondered if there was something wrong with the doctor's brain to say something like that.
— — —
On the carriage back to Fan Manor, there were no outsiders, only Fan Xian and Fan Ruoruo, who was secretly laughing next to him. Fan Ruoruo saw that her brother was trying very hard to resist the urge to laugh. "Laugh if you want to," she said, "why hold it in?" As soon as she said this, a burst of joyful laughter came from the carriage. It was so loud that it startled the people on both sides of the road, and frightened Teng Zijing, who was standing guard in front.
"Things in this world are so coincidental." Seeing her brother so happy, Fan Ruoruo couldn't help but feel happy for him. "I didn't expect Miss Lin to really be the girl you met at the temple."
"It is a coincidence." Fan Xian scratched his somewhat itchy eyebrows. "In the future, don't call her Miss Lin. Call her sister-in-law."
Fan Ruoruo teased him. "You just got married in October. Isn't it too early to call her sister-in-law? And Ya … You know that the Prime Minister and Princess Royal don't like you. Didn't you also think about rejecting this marriage? "
Fan Xian laughed a little embarrassedly. "That was then, and this is now. I must marry that girl. Forget the Prime Minister and the Eldest Princess. Even if the Director of the Overwatch Council returned to the capital, I wouldn't care. "
Fan Ruoruo suddenly asked curiously, "Today is actually the first time I've seen Lin... sister-in-law." She couldn't help but laugh. "Although sister-in-law is beautiful, she's not as beautiful as you described her last time."
Fan Xian was startled. "Isn't that beautiful?" he asked solemnly.
"No," Fan Ruoruo said objectively.
Fan Xian thought about it and felt a little lost. After a long time, he said, "Is this what they call... beauty is in the eye of the beholder?"
"Brother, I think I understand what you mean. But where is Xi Shi from?" Fan Ruoruo was eager to learn.
At this time, Fan Xian's mind was filled with Miss Lin. He had long since lost the fine tradition of being his sister's teacher. He casually said, "Xi Shi is a girl who sells tofu in Danzhou Harbor. She's very beautiful, and her skin is very white."
"Liar." Fan Ruoruo was a little dissatisfied. She found that ever since her brother had confirmed that his future sister-in-law was his sweetheart, he had been in a daze.
Fan Xian comforted her. "Why would I lie to you? When you were little, you snuck out of the manor with me to go to the market. She sold tofu there at the time, but you were too young to remember. "
Fan Ruoruo was skeptical.
Looking back on today's events, Fan Xian felt deeply moved. "How is this time travel? This is clearly a romance novel."
— — —
Miss Lin's surname was Lin Wan'er, and her nickname was Yi Chen. She had grown up in the palace and didn't have many friends. Her background was a bit strange, so although she knew that her father was the current Prime Minister, she didn't have many opportunities to meet him. She was closer to her uncle, especially after her uncle had arranged a marriage for her four years ago. Even her mother had been deprived of the right to manage her, so she had some relaxed and carefree days. Unfortunately, these days were a bit lonely. Ye Ling'er often went crazy with her brothers in Dingzhou. Even in the capital, it was not convenient for her to enter the palace, so there was no one by her side who she could talk to intimately with.
At the beginning of the year, for some reason, her uncle had someone reveal her relationship with her father. At the time, she thought that her uncle was preparing to embarrass her father and force him to resign. Who would have thought that things would turn out differently? Instead, the matter of the marriage, which had been put aside four years ago, was brought back to the table.
His name was Fan Xian, and he was the illegitimate son of the Minister of Revenue in Danzhou? A bitter smile appeared on Lin Wan'er's lips. It seemed that he had also had a hard life. He had never seen his parents since he was young. But why did he insist on her marrying him? Could it be that her identity was so dishonorable that she had no choice but to marry Fan... Xian?
She wondered what Fan Xian looked like.
Lin Wan'er couldn't help but think of the doctor during the day. A smile rose to her lips, and she covered her mouth as she laughed. That man was really funny. He had thought of a way to sneak into the side courtyard. This was a side courtyard of the royal family, and it was heavily guarded. How did he do it? Pretending to be Sir Fei's student? What a daring man. But then she remembered that this man had come with Miss Fan. Could it be that he had some sort of relationship with Fan Manor? Then he must know about her marriage to that young master of Fan Xian... Heavens! If he knew about this, why did he come to see me? Why did he say those things to me?
Two blushes appeared on her cheeks, and they were as beautiful as the clouds. The servant girl who was making the bed looked at the princess, who was leaning against the headboard. She couldn't help but be a little dazed. She giggled and asked, "Miss, what are you thinking about? These last two days, I've seen you smile for no reason at all. "
Lin Wan'er was a little embarrassed. "Can't I even smile?" The servant girl stuck out her tongue and walked to the window to close it. It was already late at night, and it was time to go to bed. Lin Wan'er thought of the young man's last words during the day and said in a low voice, "Go and get some incense." The maid thought, Don't we have more? However, he did not say anything and went downstairs on his own.
Lin Wan'er walked over to the window and placed her slender fingers on the bars of the window frame. "Should I close it or not?" she thought. Thinking of her illness and the fact that she had been promised to a stranger called Fan Xian, Lin Wan'er's heart ached. Her fingers secretly tightened, and she shut the window tightly.
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