"Prince of Jinling?"

Gu Wen couldn't help but exclaim

Jinling is thousands of miles away from the capital. The so-called sky is high and the emperor is far away. The emperor cannot take care of this place. The prefect of Jinling is the local emperor here. His mother is sick. I wonder how many doctors will rush to come to treat him.

Of course, if cured, there will naturally be benefits, but if cured, there will be disasters.

But even so, countless doctors continued. Among those people, there were many people with excellent medical skills, but the prefect asked the prefect to invite Yue'er to prove that those people could not be cured, which also means that the prefect's old mother's illness was unusual.

Meng Cheng's expression was a little heavy. Gu Wen could have thought of it. Grandfather had long thought of it. But the prefect sent someone to the door, and they dared not let Yue'er go.

"Do you know what the disease is?"

Meng Cheng shook his head.

Song Wanyue did not ask again and looked at Xu, "Mom, I will go back with my cousin. You can live here with peace of mind. I will come back tomorrow."

Xu naturally thought of this and was very worried, but she couldn't help when she went back and nodded, "If you can't go back tomorrow, I'll send us a letter."

"I see."

After saying that, Song Wanyue looked at Gu Wen, "Second Sister, let me lead a horse."

The horse was quickly brought, and Song Wanyue didn't take it alone, and turned over the horse and Meng Cheng back to the city.

Xu and Gu Wen stood at the door, waiting for her figure to completely disappear before retracting their gaze.

The two of them rushed all the way, and only slowed down after entering the city.

Meng Cheng looked at Song Wanyue. The reason why the prefect sent someone here was because he heard about his cousin's rescue of Manager Sun that day. He regretted it very much. He did not instruct Manager Sun and those friends not to spread the matter.

"I will accompany my cousin over there. If my cousin can cure it, it will be cured. If it cannot be cured, say, don't be afraid, I will have everything."

"good."

Song Wanyue nodded.

Meng Cheng wanted to say something, and looked at her calm expression and swallowed the words back.

...

The magistrate sent a housekeeper, who was about forty years old, with a polite manner, a modest attitude, and a polite speech, without any slight aura.

But even so, Meng Yang was uneasy. He had lived in Jinling City for a long time, so he naturally knew how powerful the prefect of the Jinling Prefect was. He also knew that as long as the prefect gave the order, countless doctors would come to the door to treat the old lady. Since so many doctors could not cure the old lady, it would definitely be a difficult and complicated disease.

As he thought about it, he said, "It was all the shopkeepers and the guys who were exaggerating it. Although Yue'er knew medical skills, she was not so vivid. The one who could treat Manager Sun so much that day was because she had treated the same patient in the past."

Of course, he is not an ordinary person who can be the magistrate. He heard the preface in Meng Yang's speech and smiled slightly, "Don't worry, no matter whether Miss Song can treat our old lady, our master will be grateful to her."

Meng Yang naturally didn't believe this, but when the housekeeper said this, it would be a bit inappropriate if he said something else, so he asked, "I don't know what disease the old lady has?"

"It's just a minor problem."

The more the butler said this, the more worried Meng Yang was.

"Master, the young master and Miss Song are back."

The housekeeper of Meng's mansion reported at the door.

The magistrate's housekeeper looked out and a young girl about ten years old walked quickly, with delicate eyebrows and free steps, and had a unique temperament that was different from ordinary boudoir women.

He quickly got up and took two steps forward with a smile, "This is Miss Song, I am the housekeeper of the prefect, and I came here to invite Miss Song to come and treat the old lady."

"Let's go."

Unexpectedly, Song Wanyue would be so cheerful, but the housekeeper was stunned.

Song Wanyue looked at him in surprise.

The butler then realized, "Don't the girl hold the medicine box?"

Song Wanyue raised the silver needle in her hand.

The housekeeper stopped asking and walked out.

Meng Yang stood up in a hurry, Song Wanyue gave me a look of nothing and turned around to follow.

Meng Yang chased to the door, and Meng Cheng whispered, "Don't worry, grandfather, I will bring my cousin back as much as I bring it over."

"You must protect your cousin."

"Don't worry, grandfather."

After saying that, Meng Cheng followed and came outside the gate. Song Wanyue got on the carriage prepared by the prefect, and Meng Cheng rode his horse to the carriage.

The housekeeper sat in the carriage in front, thinking that the rumor might be really wrong. The little girl didn't even have a medicine box, and she was obviously not a full-time doctor! It seems that as Meng Yang said, she could treat the shopkeeper, perhaps because she had encountered such a disease before.

Even though he thought so, after getting off the carriage, he still had a humble attitude and led people into the mansion.

The prefect's mansion was very big, and the old woman lived in the last entry. The prefect did not go to the yamen and waited in the mansion.

When he first heard the rumors, he didn't take it seriously. There were many famous doctors in Jinling City, and no one had the ability to be a guardian, but when he heard Song Wanyue's name, he immediately sent a housekeeper to invite someone.

Although he was in Jinling, he also knew about the matter in the capital, including the incident of Song Wanyue's overthrow of the third prince and the rescue of the wife of the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue.

He heard that the wound on the wife of the minister's neck was bleeding and blood was rippling out, and he could not save him at all, but Song Wanyue forced himself to save him from the gates of hell.

The housekeeper took the person to the yard and stood at the door to report, "Master, Miss Song is here."

"Come in quickly."

The maid at the door raised the curtain, the housekeeper invited Song Wanyue in, and Meng Cheng stayed in the yard.

The prefect is in his forties, with a round face, looks very kind and speaks gentlely. "He takes the liberty to invite Miss Song to come and treat his old mother, and I hope Miss Song will not be angry."

As soon as he spoke, Song Wanyue knew about it. He knew that he was, so he did not hide it and bowed, "It is my blessing to be able to treat the old lady."

Seeing her like this, the prefect breathed a sigh of relief and led her to the bedside. "My mother suddenly lost weight these days, and her eyes were a little bad. She still had a heartache. I asked countless doctors to ask her to take a closer look. "

After hearing the symptoms he described, Song Wanyue had already realized her mind. She sat down on the round stool beside the bed. The maid next to her took the old lady's hand and put it in place. Song Wanyue put her finger on her pulse.

Same as she thought.

Song Wanyue let go of her hand, "It's diabetes and a slight heart disease."

"diabetes?"

The prefect has never heard of this disease.

"Also called wealth and honor disease. The old lady should be sweet and engaging in a few ways. Over time, this disease is caused."

As he said that, he lowered his head and looked at the old lady's eyes carefully, "I haven't received it for a long time and it has not caused many complications yet. I will prescribe a prescription and drink medicine on time every day from now on."

“Drink it every day?”

The prefect looked at the old mother who frowned when she lifted the medicine on the bed, and felt a little distressed, "Can the girl make pills?"
Chapter completed!