Qianqianjie, kidnap a reborn prince back to the modern era

Unlike the packed Tianyi Restaurant, Xinglin Medical Clinic was exceptionally quiet.

Song Qingfeng fell into a coma not long after drinking Ma Fei San.

Yun Qianyou appeared on the third floor and pushed the door into the operating room.

"Master, the medicine we prepared was not used. We checked and confirmed that his body was weak and he had lost his fertility function."

Doctor Zhou looked at Yun Qianyou and introduced Song Qingfeng's situation.

"Okay, that saves us the trouble."

"Then fix his legs. There is still some use for such a fool."

Yun Qianyou used his gloved hand to touch the broken part of Song Qingfeng's leg bone. After confirming the location, he controlled his internal force to break his leg bone.

"I'll leave the rest to you. I've helped you deal with dozens of similar cases before. You should be able to handle a small matter like bone setting without any problems."

"Okay, Master, please rest assured."

The two middle-aged men were extremely respectful to Yun Qianyou, with faces full of admiration and sincerity.

An hour later, the operation was completed.

Song Qingfeng's broken leg was reconnected, applied with medicine, wrapped with fine white cloth, and fixed with a splint. Yun Qianyou checked that everything was correct and turned to leave.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Song Qingfeng woke up on time.

The expected pain did not come.

He tried to raise his head and take a look at his legs, which were tied straight with two smooth boards. His heart was full of hope and expectation.

Two young and strong men carried Song Qingfeng steadily to the first floor on a simple stretcher. The housekeeper followed behind, wiping tears with his hands in excitement. Wei, who was waiting on the first floor, was so frightened that she almost fainted.

"How is it? How is your brother now?" Song Mingyue hurriedly supported her mother, and looked nervously at her brother who was being carried. Her voice trembled uncontrollably. Song Qingfeng could not help but feel relieved when he heard it.

"It's okay, the young master is fine. He has woken up and said he doesn't feel any pain."

The housekeeper quickly ran up to the lady and spoke happily.

Wei's nerves were in a daze due to the fright, but he finally came to his senses little by little and let out a long sigh.

"He has just been treated and needs to rest. It is best for his family members not to disturb him too much."

Shilin comforted everyone with a smile, asking them not to crowd too much around the patient.

"The surgical treatment was successful. The patient's leg splint should not be touched. This is painkiller. If you can't stand the pain, you can take a packet. Come here to change the medicine every three days, and just rest well within a month."

"Okay, okay... yes, yes..."

Song Qingfeng was in a good mood at this time.

Wei also put down the worry that had been weighing on her mind.

As long as he's okay, she's prepared for the worst. At worst, he'll be a cripple.

But the explanation given by the clinic at this time made her full of expectations.

A group of people came with great fanfare and left quietly and happily.

For a time, the fame of Xinglin Medical Clinic instantly spread throughout Kyoto with the departure of Song Qingfeng and others.

Although everyone has not seen Song Qingfeng recover, his condition after treatment is obvious to everyone, and they all agree with the clinic's conclusion that he can recover.

The grand opening of Xinglin Medical Clinic and Tianyi Restaurant in Qingyin Lane today resounded like a thunderclap in every corner of Kyoto.

The restaurant's brand new dishes, rich aromas, novel music and dance, fascinating storytelling, and a series of operations have made Tianyi Restaurant hard to book since the first day.

People began to make reservations spontaneously.

Initially, a private room could be booked one day in advance, but as time went on, the reservation time also increased.

In less than a month, the news that reservations for Tianyi Restaurant had to be made more than ten days in advance had become a common knowledge among all prefectures in Kyoto.

The clinic received several more patients, most of whom were abandoned by doctors from all walks of life. Their families were unwilling to accept this and sent them to Xinglin Clinic.

Among the several patients who agreed to sign contracts for surgical treatment, some regained consciousness on the same day, while others were confirmed by other doctors to be out of danger.

People who heard the news spread the word excitedly, and the patients' families flocked to Xinglin Medical Clinic to express their gratitude.

For a time, Tianyi Restaurant and Xinglin Medical Clinic became well-known, and Qingyin Lane became the most lively place on Yong'an Street, with heavy traffic every day.

Yingyueju.

"Miss, the butler outside the door came to report that there is a visiting card for you."

Qiao Nan walked into the room holding a solemn and elegant visiting card.

"Who?"

Yun Qianyou was grinding medicinal powder, and there was a faint medicinal fragrance on his body.

"Help me take a look."

Qiao Nan opened the visiting card and said, "It's from the Miss of Beibohou Mansion, Sheng Yanran."

"Oh!"

"She invited the young lady to go to Tianyi Restaurant at noon tomorrow. She has reserved a private room and invited the young lady to have dinner and then go shopping."

Yun Qianyou smiled brightly and replied, "Okay!"

Qiao Nan then left to reply.

Inside the Jinghua Pavilion.

Yun Wanqing just saw at the door that someone from Beibohou Mansion wanted to invite Yun Qianyou, and her face turned red with anger.

"Mother, what virtue and ability did that little bitch Yun Qianyou have to be invited by Miss Sheng Yanran of Beibohou Mansion?"

She sat down angrily, tearing the silk handkerchief with her hands.

"I just met a maid from the Beibohou Mansion at the door. I kindly offered to accept the visiting card for her, but she actually refused me, saying that her young lady emphasized that the visiting card could only be given to the Second Miss Yun."

"Mother, have you thought of a solution during this period? The wedding is less than two months away, and I am anxious day and night."

Yun Wanqing hugged Li's arm, not knowing whether it was hatred or enmity, and felt very depressed.

"Mom has thought of a solution. Just be patient and don't conflict with that little bitch to avoid affecting our big event."

"What should I do?"

"Mother has been arranging people to inquire about it these days. I heard that the Huanxin Pill really exists. The Little Medical Fairy is about to arrive in Kyoto. Maybe this kind of pill will be auctioned at the recent auction. I have arranged for someone to buy tickets for the auction."

"Mother, I heard rumors that Song Qingfeng, that playboy, went to the newly opened Xinglin Clinic to treat his lame leg."

"Even if his leg is healed, he is not worthy of my daughter."

Li ruffled her daughter's hair and caressed her face with great pity.

"That will be a good thing for that little bitch. At least she won't be a cripple who is laughed at by others when she is welcomed to the wedding."

"Will that pill really be available at the recent auction? With so many people rushing to buy it at the auction, can we definitely get it?"

"This is the news that my mother sent someone to inquire about from Qianmai Palace. They said that there will be more than ten kinds of elixirs at the auction in three days, and perhaps the kind we want will be there."

“Can we take pictures of it?”

"This medicine is different from healing medicine and elixirs for improving strength. There shouldn't be many people who need it."

Li was also extremely nervous.

She had never bought any elixirs and didn't know the market price of elixirs. She only knew that the four countries were all chasing after the elixirs of the legendary Little Medical Immortal, and once they were available, they were almost always snapped up.

"Then we must snatch it away. Otherwise, if we take that little bitch back and make her unable to be a substitute bride, and keep her in the mansion, and give her the status of a prime minister, then wouldn't we be at a big loss?"

"Also, these days, although my mother told me not to provoke her, she lives in the mansion. Even though I can't see her, I feel like there is something stuck in my throat, and I feel uncomfortable every day."

Yun Wanqing's psychological endurance is not as good as her mother's who has been through many years. During this period, even if she did not care about the life and death of the people in that yard, she always felt like there was a thorn stuck there.