When Tang Liu delivered family letters again, there was one from Mrs. Huang.
Chun Nuan glanced at the handwriting and felt it comical when she pinched the thickness of the letter paper.
How should I put it?
Back when the Xiao family fell into hardship, the old lady said to the three daughters-in-law by herself: if they wanted to leave, she would write letters of separation on behalf of her sons; if they didn’t leave, they should distance themselves from their own families to avoid any innocent entanglent.
None of the three wanted to leave.
This fact made the old lady quite gratified.
However, being far from their families naturally made them sowhat anxious, and they used to harbor hopes that their families might secretly offer so support when the Xiao family was down and out.
Contrary to their wishes, all three of their families, including the old lady’s family, without exception, stayed far away.
Probably wishing they hadn’t given birth to a daughter who married into the Xiao family.
The Huang family’s reputation in the Capital was also quite notable, primarily because there was a great scholar among their ancestors.
Under normal circumstances, scholars are supposed to be of integrity, caring only about right and wrong, and never minding others’ opinions.
Yet in reality, the Huang family distanced themselves faster than anyone else, never once getting involved with the fate of the Xiao family.
Now, how much longing and sorrow were inscribed in this thick envelope?
How much would they miss the Huang family?
How much sincerity or insincerity was hidden in that longing — isn’t it ironic?
Mrs. Huang was moved to tears of excitent upon seeing her own family letter.
"Thank you, Miss Xiao."
The difference between Mrs. Huang and Mrs. Xu was that Mrs. Xu would call her Nuannuan and rember her kindness; whereas Mrs. Huang called her Miss Xiao, which had an elent of estrangent in it.
"No need to be so polite, Third Aunt."
Chun Nuan smiled as she watched Mrs. Huang’s excitent holding the letter: "When you have a reply, let know, and I’ll hand it over to the business for you."
"Alright, thank you, thank you."
Mrs. Huang went inside to read the family letter, and Chun Nuan proceeded with her own affairs.
Patients ca to consult her, and Chun Nuan never turned them away.
Qian Yuanli ca for a follow-up consultation.
"How do you feel after one cycle of the dication?"
"Miss Xiao, you truly are amazing."
At first, Qian Yuanli had just co with a ntality of giving it a try... no, just thinking of getting closer to his target to facilitate reporting back to his master.
However, after taking a cycle of the dication, he realized he had underestimated Xiao Chun Nuan.
Before, he was freezing all over, and no matter how thick the quilt was, he couldn’t warm up at night.
He attributed all of this to leaving the Capital, where there was no heating or hand warrs.
Indeed, the winter in the south is different from the north.
In the north, you could shed the thick coats upon entering a room and feel warm all over.
In the south, the biting cold wind could always be felt, even with layers and layers of clothing wrapped tightly around.
Ever since he left the Capital, the coldness seed to penetrate him.
At night, it was bone-chilling cold, with hands and feet freezing.
Unexpectedly, after taking the dicine prescribed by Chun Nuan, his appetite opened up, and he could eat heartily.
The ensuing benefit was that he could feel his hands and feet warm up.
He slept comfortably at night.
"So, do you think your silver is well spent?"
"Absolutely, especially well spent."
Silver is ant to be spent, and besides, he only had himself to feed, so the money earned was naturally for preserving his life.
He used to doubt Chun Nuan, but now he believed in her fervently.
"Miss Xiao, if I take the dicine according to your instructions, will I truly be fine and not die?"
The improvent in his physical condition was sothing he could feel.
For instance, whereas rushing while walking would leave him breathless before, he still got breathless now but not as severely; where he used to cough fiercely at night, now he didn’t cough as intensely; where he could only eat a little, now he could devour two big bowls of rice.
Indeed, before, he blad not eating well and sleeping poorly on being far from the familiar Capital.
He only realized now that it was due to his ill health.
"What I can do is treat you; your fate is in your own hands, or rather, it depends on whether you can negotiate with King Yan."
Chun Nuan said with a laugh.
The nature of his work was filled with risks and uncertainties, so whether or not he would remain safe or die was beyond her control.
"I understand, I will definitely cherish my life properly. Please help take a pulse and prescribe more dicine."
"You don’t mind the dicine being expensive?"
"Everything is expensive for a reason." Qian Yuanli comforted himself: "I am worth this kind of expense."
Chun Nuan laughed.
She checked his pulse and asked about other situations.
Qian Yuanli looked at Chun Nuan with a complex expression.
"What are you looking at for?" Chun Nuan said with a teasing laugh: "Sitting in front of you is a doctor, just answer honestly when I ask."
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