Chapter 66: Good Intentions

  Mr. Zhou got down from the horse-drawn carriage with a drunken expression and floating steps, two maids holding him tightly as he walked.

  "How did you drink so much?" said Mrs. Zhou, looking at the maid serving Mr. Zhou to bed, "Stew some wine soup and add more cinnamon."

  The maid went at her bidding, and Mrs. Chou ordered someone to add another stick of incense to dispel the wine fumes in the room.

  "Where did you go? How can you drink so much?" She said, kneeling down in front of Old Man Zhou.

  "Go to Yun Feng Building." Old Master Zhou said with a drunken smile, "Guess who's treating?"

  "Who is it?" asked Mrs. Zhou.

  "Your Excellency, Zhong Yousheng is indeed a formidable general!" Old Master Zhou said with a smile, "In the past, he looked down on my family, but back then, both my grandfather and his grandfather were real heroes who fought their way out of Shan State. Now that he wants to look up to me, I still don't think much of him!"

  He said with a slap on his thigh.

  "He's just trying to get close to me because of my relationship with the Chen family, but it's too late!" He laughed and waved his hand, "What does he have?"

  One face drunk eyes laughing pointing at oneself.

  I have a daughter.

  Mrs. Zhou smiled and pushed him back down with her hand.

  "Alright, now you have Jiaojiao, we don't need to bother with them." She said with a smile.

  "Oh right, I'll go take a look at my little Jiao and see what she likes, we'll buy it for her. We have the money, whatever she wants, we'll give it to her." Old Zhou said as he stood up.

  Mrs. Zhou hastily stretched out her hand to support him.

  "Oh dear, be more careful, you just fell and haven't recovered yet, don't fall again." She said, "You're so clumsy for the sake of your darling, it's hilarious."

  Mr. Zhou still wanted to get up, but unfortunately, he was drunk and lay down laughing, soon falling into a drunken sleep.

  At this time, Jiao Jiao's place was quiet as if no one existed.

  Since Tong's family took the person away, the outside commotion seemed to have nothing to do with this place.

  A servant woman peeped out from outside the door.

  "What's going on?" The servant woman inside saw it and hurried over to ask with a wave of her hand.

  "Has the lady awakened?" the maid asked in a low voice.

  Although no one reminded her, she still involuntarily lowered her voice when she came here. Since Old Man Tong was carried away, not only the people outside were shocked, but also the people in their own home were frightened out of their wits.

  Back from the dead!

  Mr. Chen had not seen it with his own eyes before, although he was surprised in his heart, but this time they were seen with their own eyes.

  He's really a divine doctor!

  He is indeed a disciple of an immortal!

  "Not yet." The servant woman replied.

  "It's been two days since she slept." The maid who came to ask said in surprise.

  "It must be a great effort to pull someone back from the Yellow Spring Road." The servant woman thought for a moment and said, waving her hand at her, "Hurry up, hurry up."

  My wife turned back, and after taking a few steps forward, she bumped into Zhou Liu Lang.

  "Hasn't she woken up yet?" Shūro asked directly.

  "Yes." The servant woman hastily replied, "Young master, do you want me to invite a doctor to take a look?"

  The divine doctor of the art of reviving the dead, would you like to invite a physician to take a look?

  Zhou Lang's face was strange on Saturday.

  "Please!"

  Qin Langjun put down the tea pestle in his hand and said very decisively.

  "Are you a doctor?" Zhou Liu Lang asked with some amusement.

  "Yes, go and get a doctor for her right now." Qin Langjun said, looking at Zhou Liulang. "Liulang, too much is as bad as too little. Talk of ghosts and gods is just foolish nonsense to deceive the common people. A true gentleman would not speak of such things. Before, when she was not yet famous, it didn't matter what people were saying behind her back, but now that this has happened, Cheng Niangzi has become a well-known figure in the capital. No matter how things are whispered about in private, on the surface, her reputation must be proper, or else it will not be good for her."

  Zhou Lang fell silent for a moment.

  "He's afraid she won't appreciate his kindness." he muttered.

  Qin Langjun smiled slightly and picked up the tea pestle, continuing to grind his newly blended tea.

  "As long as it's kind-hearted, people will understand." he said.

  As he watched his wife get up and prepare to leave, another thought occurred to him.

  "My daughter has been asleep for two days, please hurry up." He instructed, "No need to find a famous doctor, just go to the most famous pharmacy and pull out anyone, the key is to be urgent."

  My wife understood at once.

  The people of the Zhou family acted quickly. In less than a short while, the doctor was pulled into the Zhou's gate and knocked on the door of Cheng Jiaoniang's room.

  "What's going on?" The maid opened the door, with an obvious anger, and said in a low voice, her eyes scanning the servant girl, falling on the old man behind her, and then seeing Zhou Liu Lang standing outside the gate with his hands behind his back.

  "The young lady has been sleeping for so long, Master and Mistress are very worried." The maid said carefully, "Please invite a doctor to take a look."

  The maid's eyes sparkled as she looked them over once again.

  "Wait a minute, let me see if my wife is awake," she said, and shut the door.

  The door was opened again soon after.

  "Please, sir." The maid said respectfully, stepping aside to make way.

  Watching the doctor walk in, Zhou Liulang turned and left outside the hospital gate.

  The curtains in the room are all lowered, and the light is dim.

  The old man was led into the bedroom and immediately saw the figure of a woman lying on her side on the bed, he lowered his head to avoid eye contact.

  "Miss, the doctor has arrived, please take your pulse." The maid said, lifting the curtain and pulling out a hand.

  The doctor hastily sat down on his knees and looked at the hands in front of him.

  The girl's small hands were dry and rough, and in the dim light they looked older than her age, with even a few calluses visible on the pads of her fingers.

  The doctor busied himself taking her pulse and avoiding eye contact.

  A moment later, another hand was exchanged, just like the right hand just now, and there was also a layer of callus on the fingertips of the left hand.

  What can cause calluses on both palms?

  "Please lift up your curtain and let me examine you," said the doctor.

  The maid answered and lifted up the curtain.

  The emaciated young girl under the quilt was described in detail. The doctor examined her seriously, nodded, and the maid put down the curtain.

  Mrs. Zhou from outside has already heard the news.

  The doctor was invited outside and was hastily asked before he could even sit down properly.

  "Madam, speak softly, our young mistress is still sleeping," said the maid.

  "What's wrong with you, girl? How could this happen? And yet you still say not to disturb your sleep! Luckily I was worried and didn't put my mind at ease. If something happened to Jiao'er, would you be responsible?" Madam Zhou scolded, her eyebrows raised in anger.

  The maid rolled her eyes and turned away, ignoring her.

  "Doctor, how is he?" she asked, looking at the doctor.

  The doctor concentrated his mind and thought deeply.

  "My daughter is exhausted and short of breath, I'm afraid she can't get up, her head is spinning and her eyes are dizzy." he said.

  The maid nodded, her expression somewhat tense.

  The complexion is pale and lusterless, the nail color is light, and the pulse is fine, weak and powerless. The doctor continued to say, "This is a symptom of both Qi and blood deficiency."

  Is he really ill?

  "But isn't she a divine doctor herself? How could she have fallen ill?" Madam Zhou exclaimed, having not expected to actually see symptoms, and was suddenly startled.

  Divine Doctor?

  The old doctor slowly looked towards the bed, the curtains hanging down and blocking his view, but he could still see the woman's appearance in front of him.

  At fourteen or fifteen years of age, he was pale and thin, and his illness could be seen without even taking his pulse.

  These two days, the news about a daughter of the Zhou family coming back to life had naturally also reached the medicine shop.

  There are some strange people in the world who have certain secret recipes that aren't uncommon, such as an old woman five miles outside the city who doesn't understand medicine at all but has a family recipe for treating ringworm on the head. The doctors didn't think it was anything out of the ordinary, and when they heard that the Zhou family had invited a doctor, it further confirmed their suspicions.

  "The doctor is not almighty." The old doctor said slowly, "As long as one is human, eating the five grains and miscellaneous cereals, one will naturally fall ill, and is not an immortal."

  The old man said the last sentence and deliberately looked at Mrs. Zhou, emphasizing his tone.

  The old doctor's words were naturally heard by Mrs. Zhou, who immediately raised her eyebrows.

  This old scoundrel, dare he come and tarnish my family's Jiaojiao's reputation!