"Two years ago?" Ah Jiu asked in surprise.
"That's right, but I heard your method was quite unique, using snake venom to treat it." Ye Qing's beautiful face was as calm as snow, her eyes without a ripple, making it impossible for Ah Jiu to discern her thoughts.
"Yes, I happened to discover that king cobra venom could cure this disease." Ah Jiu muttered to herself, wondering how much she knew, yet she knew nothing about this young lady.
"Did you really discover it by chance?" Ye Qing retorted.
"Yes." Ah Jiu recounted the entire process of treating Mrs. Qian's illness.
Ye Qing nodded silently, "Then you are quite kind."
Ah Jiu remained silent, wondering what she was trying to say. She had already told her everything about herself; what else did she want to know?
"By the way, Sister Ye Qing..."
"Don't call me sister!"
Ah Jiu felt a bit awkward at being interrupted, but such a beautiful woman, even if she was cold, didn't provoke any anger:
"Oh, Ye Qing, what method did you use to treat it?"
"My method is too slow, and I've been feeling unwell lately, so I reported it to the Prince to find someone else. I also want to observe your treatment technique so I can learn more."
Ye Qing was also very humble.
Ah Jiu nodded, "Actually, there's nothing to hide about my method. Meng Hao said I'll be entering the isolation area to treat the patients tomorrow morning, so I can't go tonight."
She thought to herself, what was her status to be able to report directly to Prince Nanming.
Seeing her noble demeanor in every move, perhaps she was someone from the Prince's manor, or at the very least, one of the Prince's concubines.
What was she thinking? No matter who she was, her purpose here was to treat the illness.
With that said, Ye Qing rose, bowed, and turned to leave.
Ah Jiu watched the figure in the white dress drift away, her eyes glazed over in admiration. How slender was her waist? It looked to be only as wide as a vase.
So beautiful!
Ah Jiu followed her out and stood at the entrance of the military camp, gazing outwards. Her back was still gracefully poised, truly like a fairy maiden.
"The physiognomy of Azure Dragon facing White Tiger..."
Ah Jiu suddenly turned her head. Her grandmother was forming hand seals and then said, "Be wary of this woman."
"Grandma, didn't you notice how incredibly beautiful Ye Qing is? Her hand gestures are like this." Ah Jiu imitated a delicate hand gesture, feeling that she looked like a monkey scratching its head.
"You're not bad either." Granny Wang couldn't stand it. She herself was exceptionally attractive, it was just that she didn't have mirrors to adorn herself.
Moreover, her granddaughter was dressed like she was fleeing famine; how could she compare? In her eyes, if her granddaughter were adorned with silk and satin, she would be very beautiful.
"Really, Grandma."
"You should rest quickly; you'll be tired tomorrow." Granny Wang couldn't be bothered with her.
"I'm not afraid of being tired. Isn't Grandma here? You can just let out a few more farts." Ah Jiu leaned in and swayed her grandmother's arm.
"No farts..." Granny Wang got agitated, shook off her granddaughter's arm, and left the tent. She had finally managed to eat a ginseng to gather some spiritual energy, and now she wanted her to fart? Absolutely not.
"Hey... Grandma, didn't you say ginseng could make you fart more? Either give me back the ginseng, or give me back the farts... Grandma!"
Ah Jiu chased after her, only to find a few scattered tents and not even a shadow in sight.
Ah Jiu stamped her foot in anger, turned back, lowered the heavy curtain, and blew out the oil lamp.
It made no difference to her whether there was light or not.
Lying on the bedding, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep. If Grandma wouldn't fart to heal her, why did she come along? Could it be that she was only after her spiritual spring water?
This old woman was too cunning and sly.
As dawn broke, Ye Qing arrived. "Meng Jiuer, it's time for the isolation area."
"Okay, I'm coming." Ah Jiu had been meditating in the latter half of the night and could get up and go now.
The isolation area was some distance from the military camp.
As Ah Jiu walked, she noticed that in Qiming Mountain, Meng Hao, the leader, along with three military doctors, were struggling uphill, their knees buckling.
Slowly, Ah Jiu and Ye Qing seemed to become tireless and forged ahead.
"It's right there." Meng Hao, out of breath, sat down on a rock.
Ah Jiu followed his gaze and her pupils constricted.