Without a second thought, Grandma must have fully absorbed the spiritual energy from the spiritual spring in the water缸.
It didn't matter, it didn't hinder their need for water.
The hall master's prior fatigue and composure vanished the moment he saw the little old lady:
"What are you doing?"
"This old woman can cure illnesses, with farts, and fragrant farts at that. Have you forgotten, you brat?" Madam Wang wiped a nonexistent mustache, her eyes filled with disdain.
"You..." The hall master lost his cool. Then, he suddenly remembered, it was true. Huffing, he turned his back:
"Fine, fine, let's go together. Who else wants to go?"
"Not me!" His gaze fell on Tong Zi, who waved his hands repeatedly: "I'm just an apprentice, responsible for fetching medicine. I haven't learned any medical skills yet."
"Then let's go." The hall master seemed to see a viable solution. His previous composure turned into a fart. Angrily, he strode with his legs apart, wishing he could leap onto the carriage.
"Sister-in-law, I'm leaving the household to you. When Mother returns from Zifeng Garden, please explain to her that I've gone to farm. Make sure not to mention that I went to the military camp."
With that, A Jiu boarded the carriage.
"Farming?" Liu Cai'er was stunned. Would such an explanation work?
When Madam Wang also squeezed in, the hall master in the carriage turned his face away, not wanting to look at the obnoxious old woman even for a moment.
Madam Wang wasn't one for much talk either. She directly sat cross-legged on the soft couch and closed her eyes.
Only A Jiu looked around. She might as well have followed Grandma's example and closed her eyes.
The hall master glanced back. Both old and young seemed like lunatics. If he hadn't personally witnessed farts curing illnesses, and fragrant ones at that, he absolutely wouldn't have believed that this grandmother and granddaughter were truly at death's door.
The carriage swayed, traveling for a whole day. By the time they reached the foot of Mount Qiming, it was pitch black.
The military camp was heavily guarded and required a handover.
The hall master alighted from the carriage first and spoke a few words to the military doctor who came to meet them.
By the time A Jiu and her grandmother got down, the handover was already complete.
"This is Meng Jiuer, Physician Meng. This..." The hall master's head throbbed at the sight of Madam Wang:
"This is Physician Meng's grandmother, who also has some knowledge of medicine." He dared not say that this little old woman could cure illnesses with farts.
If she were killed by the military camp, it would be a loss he couldn't afford.
The other party cupped his hands respectfully, and A Jiu naturally returned the gesture.
"This is military physician Meng Hao. You are from the same clan, so I don't think I need to play matchmaker." The hall master couldn't wait to leave after the handover.
A Jiu glanced at the middle-aged man: "Uncle Meng, hello."
"Hello. You two, grandmother and granddaughter, are both women. I've specially arranged separate tents for you. Please come this way!"
After everything was settled, A Jiu stood outside the tent, able to see the undulating Mount Qiming.
She remembered how it had taken her and her parents more than half a month to cross Mount Qiming back then. It seemed to echo the stars above, quite beautiful at first glance.
The hardships of the past had vanished.
"Miss Meng!"
A Jiu looked down and saw another young woman, about twenty years old, dressed in a beautiful white shirt, with a jade belt tied at her waist.
A Jiu hadn't seen such clean and fair attire for a long time, so pure and out of place with the poverty of this era.
"May I ask who you are?" A Jiu inquired politely.
"I am Ye Qing, a female physician from Huichun Hall in Nanming City."
The young woman was slender and tall, with her hands placed at her abdomen. Her finger bones were not visible, and her fingers were as long and slender as scallion whites.
A Jiu was mesmerized. Such a beautiful woman, and also a female physician.
At first, A Jiu had thought Ye Qing was a man, as it was rare for women to practice medicine in this era. It was feared that the art would be passed on to outsiders (through marriage).
It seemed that this young woman, Ye Qing, must have married into a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners.
"Hua Lan Medical Clinic, Meng Jiuer." Seeing that she possessed the demeanor of a lady from a prominent family, A Jiu mirrored her bow.
"I've come to discuss this current situation with you."
Saying that, Ye Qing took two steps forward, indicating her desire to discuss matters inside the tent.
A Jiu hesitated for a moment, as her grandmother was meditating in the tent: "Please!"
The two entered the tent. Ye Qing glanced at the old woman sitting on the bedding but didn't ask further.
"I heard you are the first female physician to cure this kind of illness?" Ye Qing knelt by the tea table, her scallion-white jade hands resting on her knees. Her upright posture accentuated her serene and noble bearing.
A Jiu couldn't help but look at her a few more times:
"It was just a coincidence that I discovered the method," A Jiu said humbly.
"I successfully treated a patient with this condition two years ago."
As soon as Ye Qing uttered these words, A Jiu's pupils constricted.