On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

The child's voice was so loud and urgent that almost everyone heard it.

Ma Liyu asked: "What are you doing?"

"My lord, my husband is sick. I wonder if your doctor here can give him a cure?"

Ma Liyu frowned: "We are an exile team and there are no doctors."

The child was so anxious that he almost cried: "Master, we...we have money. If anyone is willing to help, we are willing to provide 300 taels of silver!"

300 two!

This is not a small number, especially for these people nowadays.

Ma Liyu said calmly: "If you pay 3000 taels, I don't have a doctor here, so hurry up and look for him."

Huo Changhe and Yan Ruyu looked at each other.

"Do you think this kid..."

"How's the carriage?"

The two spoke differently.

"..."

Huo Changhe touched his nose: "Do you like this carriage?"

Yan Ruyu nodded: "Rong's injury will take a while. If there is rain in the next few days, mother and Heng'er will not suffer."

"Then go and snatch his carriage?" Huo Changhe asked.

Yin Ding was secretly horrified at the side: Master, are you addicted to being a bandit? Are you really starting to steal other people's things?

"Robbing is uncivilized," Yan Ruyu said. "If you can do it, don't make a fuss."

"??"

"That's the opposite," Yan Ruyu said, her face not red and her heart not beating, "Let him offer the carriage himself."

She walked over, and Huo Changhe followed.

Huo Changheng pulled Huo Qinxiang over: "Brother Tuo, what did my sister-in-law do?"

Yintuo flipped the buns and said, "I'm going to earn a carriage for you."

When Yan Ruyu came closer to the child, Ma Liyu turned around and saw her with questioning eyes.

Yan Ruyu nodded slightly, and Ma Liyu changed the subject: "We really don't have a doctor here, but seeing that you are eager to save people, there is a girl named Yan who knows a little bit about the art of Qihuang."

The child looked at Yan Ruyu with a slightly scrutinizing gaze.

Just as he was about to say thank you, Yan Ruyu stopped him: "You spend money and I treat the doctor. We don't owe each other anything, so there's no need to thank you."

The kid asked, "How much do you want?"

"How much is your husband's life worth?" Yan Ruyu asked.

"My husband's status is valuable, so his life is naturally priceless." The boy said, raising his chin.

Yan Ruyu seems to be smiling but not smiling.

The child's eyes widened: "You...you don't want the lion to open his mouth, do you?"

"Don't worry, just as you said just now, 300 taels," Yan Ruyu said calmly, "Add one more thing."

The child was alert: "What is it?"

"This carriage."

The child looked at her in disbelief: "Carriage? My husband Jin Gui, if you ask for the carriage, how can he still go on his way? No!"

"Don't worry, after I heal your husband, he will be able to walk quickly without a carriage."

"Haha, what a big tone, your medical skills are still..."

"If you don't believe it, why should you ask me for treatment? Why don't you leave now," Yan Ruyu said in a cold tone.

The child choked, and two coughs came from the car: "Tong'er, just do what she said."

The child was still a little dissatisfied and asked Yan Ruyu: "What if you can't cure it?"

"There is no such thing as an incurable disease," Yan Ruyu slowly rolled up her sleeves and said, "Get out of the way."

The child lifted the curtain and Yan Ruyu got on the carriage. He also wanted to follow, but Yan Ruyu stopped her: "Get off, my treatment is a secret skill, and you can't just let others see it."

The kid is full of childishness, but there is nothing he can do about it. What others say is true.

He retreated under the carriage and was about to mutter a few bad words when he turned around and saw Huo Changhe. His eyes were sharp and knife-like, so he was so scared that he shut his mouth again.

It was already dark outside, and there was a lamp on in the carriage, but the light was not particularly bright.

Yan Ruyu was not in a hurry to see the patient. She raised her hand to take the hairpin from her head and gently flicked the candle, and the light became brighter.

"Ahem..." The old man covered his lips and coughed, "I'm here to help you, girl."

Yan Ruyu tilted her head to look at him. He was a very rich old man, wearing silk and satin. Although he was old and wrinkled, his skin was not bad, his hair was gray, and he had a beard.

He leaned against the big pillow, with a thin blanket draped over his body, coughing from time to time, and his eyes fell on Yan Ruyu.

"This is an old problem of mine," he said. "I usually carry medicine with me. This time I went out for a long time and ran out of medicine. I thought I would grab some in the town ahead, but I didn't expect that the disease became acute."

Yan Ruyu said "Hmm": "What kind of disease do you have?"

"Cough, that's what the doctor said before," the old man sighed, "However, it has not been completely cured. I just heard from the girl that it can be cured. I wonder if it is true or not?"

Yan Ruyu didn't answer, but stretched out her finger: "Feel your pulse."

The old man stretched out his hand, Yan Ruyu took a pulse, and then let go for a moment: "Lie down."

The old man asked again: "What am I..."

"Cough, didn't you say you had a cough?"

"Ahem..." The old man coughed twice, "Yes."

Yan Ruyu secretly sneered: Everyone is pretending to cough. This is the best thing to pretend, right? Coughing twice counts as illness.

Yan Ruyu took out the silver needle, which shone coldly under the light.

"Acupuncture?" The old man's eyes flashed slightly, "Girl is young, I didn't expect to know the art of acupuncture."

"It's passed down from our ancestors and specializes in treating difficult and complicated diseases," Yan Ruyu said seriously, "Lie down."

The old man took off the big pillow and lay down. A trace of inquiry flashed deep in his eyes: "Besides acupuncture, what else do you do?"

"That's a lot," Yan Ruyu answered with a needle, "She can summon spirits, dance with gods, cast spells, dig up ancestral graves, everything."

The old man's beard trembled: "..."

It’s different than expected. Are you looking in the wrong direction?

No, he has been chasing her for information along the way. He came here from the river just to find the beautiful woman. That kind of fruit is not easy to find. He has been searching for several years but has not harvested anything.

Just as he was thinking about it secretly, Yan Ruyu raised her eyes and looked at him: "What else do you need?"

The old man's lips trembled slightly: "No, no need."

Yan Ruyu said seriously: "I can also look at Feng Shui. Find a Feng Shui treasure place and bury it. It will protect your descendants even after you die."

Old man: "..."

"The girl just said she could cure my disease."

I don't want to die.

"Yes," Yan Ruyu nodded, "then stop talking."

Old man: "..."

Yan Ruyu moved the needle quickly, twisting the silver needle with her white and tender fingertips. The light shone, and the old man felt a slight tremor in his heart.

This is……

"Who did you learn your acupuncture skills from?"

"It's passed down from our ancestors," Yan Ruyu said briefly, "the ancestors won't let us talk about it."

The old man asked again: "Can it be cured with just acupuncture? Do you have any medicinal materials in your hand?"

Without waiting for Yan Ruyu to answer, he added: "I can spend a lot of money to buy it."

"Okay, no problem," Yan Ruyu readily agreed.

"Then I'll write you a medicine list? See if it's available. If so, I'll take it all."

"Row."

Yan Ruyu is still cheerful.

The acupuncture lasted only a quarter of an hour, and when the needles were used, the old man felt that, whether it was an illusion or not, there seemed to be a stream of heat converging on his lower abdomen, which was quite comfortable.

"Look, you're not coughing anymore, are you?"

Old man: "..."

I was just talking and forgot to pretend.

"Yes, I will write a medicine order for you."

Yan Ruyu took her time and waited patiently.