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Great Yan Dynasty, Northern Capital, Baling.

The spring rain in March is falling gently, and the lights of Wanjia are dim in the night. Looking around, it looks like a blurred ink painting, which looks a little unreal.

Slender fingers gently brushed away the raindrops from her hair. She was wearing a light blue thin dress and had been standing under the eaves of the inn for a long time.

She remembered that walking east along this street was the imperial street leading to the imperial city.On the side of Yujie Street, two rows of green willows are planted. In the early spring of each year, the willows are misty and very happy.

There are two kinds of willow trees in the world.One is that these smoked willows outside the palace live quietly and die quietly, coming and going freely.The other type is the willows on the palace wall in the palace. After withering and flourishing, even if they die, they can only turn into dust in the palace. Occasionally, when the wind blows, it is difficult to fly out of the cage with dust.

"Cough cough."

The cool wind was blowing slowly, making her feel a little chilly, she couldn't help coughing a few times, frowned slightly, gathered her body together, turned and walked into the inn lobby.

The shadow of the lamp shone on her face, and it was only then that she realized that the girl's face was a little pale, and the light blue thin dress on her body seemed a bit forgiving.

"Ah Ruo, this clothes is for you."

"Master..."

The previous scene came to mind again, her fingers clenched her sleeves tightly, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly, after all, she could only rely on this thin, starched dress to find some warmth from back then.

five years ago--

The wind and snow hit the doors and windows bitterly, and the whole Baling City was shrouded in snow.

Tap...Tap...Tap...Tap...

The carriage came on snow and headed for the western suburbs.

The cheeks of the man driving the car were red from the cold. Even though he was wrapped in a heavy cotton coat, he couldn't stop shivering. He couldn't help muttering: "This winter, how many people will freeze to death!"

"Aman, stop the car."

A cold female voice suddenly sounded in the carriage.

Aman hurriedly stopped the carriage, took a few breaths of hot air on his numb hands, and then hurriedly opened the curtain, saying: "Miss, the wind and snow are really too big, the master and madam are still here." We are waiting for you in the Lingshu Academy! Today’s visit to the doctor has been delayed for too long, if you don’t go back, I’m afraid that the head of the hospital and his wife will die of anxiety.”

"Drive the carriage to the south of the city." As if not hearing Aman's words, the white-haired woman in the carriage said lightly.

"But……"

The white-haired girl didn't intend to respond to him any more, Aman also knew the lady's temper, so she had to put down the car curtain, and carefully pressed the two lower corners of the car curtain, rubbed her hands, reined in her horse, turned around, and drove the car Go south of the city.

Baling is the northern capital of Great Yan. Some people always want to come to the capital to try their luck. Some become street beggars overnight, and some leave Baling full of disappointment.

Almost all those poor people and those down-and-out wanderers live in the south of the city, that area is considered to be the most depressing place in Baling, the wind and snow have been raging these days, and there are probably more people suffering from the wind and cold in this area.

Even if the imperial court is sympathetic to the people, it will not send medical officers to the south of the city for treatment in the middle of the night. Therefore, for Shang Qingdai, the only daughter of the head of the Lingshu Academy, it is necessary to come to the south of the city today.

What is the Lingshu Academy?

All doctors in the world are proud of being born in Lingshu Academy.This is the highest hall for doctors in the world to study.Eight out of ten imperial physicians in the Imperial City came from the Lingshu Academy, and one-third of the famous folk doctors came from the Lingshu Academy.

Sure enough, there was a long queue in front of the only small medical clinic in the south of the city, "Xuanhutang". The coughs and groans of various patients were mixed in the wind and snow. Du, it seems that half of the village has been infected with the plague.

"The Xuanhu Hall will not be closed today, everyone, hurry up and take shelter under the eaves to avoid the wind and snow, so as not to make your illness worse." The 15-year-old girl wrapped in a light blue jacket waved to the people outside the hall, His already pale face was now even paler from the cold.

"Thank you, Ms. Du." Several patients nodded gratefully, walked to the eaves, and kept rubbing their hands to keep themselves warm.

The little girl sighed softly, walked quickly into the hall, and after a while, she came out with two waiters holding two stacks of bowls, and distributed them to everyone one by one.

"Go and help mother push over the boiled ginger soup." After the little girl finished speaking earnestly, she suddenly raised her hand to cover her mouth and nose, and let out a violent cough.

The clerk was worried and said anxiously: "Miss, you should go in quickly to warm up. If the old diseases are relapsed, the master will not be in the mood to treat these patients tonight."

"Ahem, I'm fine." The little girl waved her hands, and when the cough subsided, she clasped her hands together, took several breaths of hot air, rubbed her hands together, and said, "Hurry up and get ginger soup, ahem. "

"Yes." The two assistants knew the young lady's temperament, even ten bulls would not be able to bring her back if she was stubborn, so they had to help the young lady finish all the work quickly, and then persuaded her to go back to the house to rest.

There are more than ten medical clinics in Baling City, most of them are in the east or north of the city, and there is Lingshu Institute in the west, and no one dares to go there to compete with Lingshu Institute for business.

There are mostly poor people in the south of the city, and they can't make much money to open a medical clinic, and sometimes they even take money into it.But the doctors are benevolent. For Du Rufeng, he can help more people by opening a clinic here, and he is happy from his heart.Du Rufeng and his wife, Mrs. Mo, came from the same school. Since the husband has such a benevolent heart, how could Mrs. Mo not accompany him to the end?So over the years, Mo's has also sold a lot of things, and even sold a few pieces of the land in his hometown, just to help her husband achieve his ambition to help the world.

Du Rufeng already felt that it was a great blessing to have such a wife in this life, but God will always give people some misfortunes, and that is the pair of children of their husband and wife.

The eldest son Eucommia set off fireworks when he was a child, and accidentally injured his left eye by the fireworks, so he became a one-eyed man. This year, because of his one-eyed man, his temperament became more and more withdrawn, and he often locked himself in the room for a long time. Say something.

The youngest daughter, Du Ruo, has been weak and sick since the day she was born. After 15 years of nursing care by the couple, she finally improved somewhat.Du Ruo has a rigorous personality and loves medicine, and the two husband and wife are even more fond of it. They pass on what they have learned in their spare time, hoping that this daughter can inherit their Xuanhu Hall in the future and continue to help the world.

"Doctor Du! Help my mother! Please help my mother!" A peasant man with snowflakes on his brows and temples squeezed into the front hall, and knelt down in front of Du Rufeng, a man in green shirt who was taking his pulse. "Doctor Du, please, follow me to save my mother, she is dying soon!"

Du Rufeng sighed deeply, glanced at the patients who came to seek medical treatment today, and sighed helplessly, there is really no way to do it all at once.

"I'll go with you." Du Ruo picked up the medicine box next to Du Rufeng, frowned slightly, her face was a little frighteningly pale, "Father, it's important to save people, I'll be fine."

"Put on another cloak." Du Rufeng nodded, and gave Du Ruo a distressed look, "Don't catch a cold."

"En." Du Ruo nodded, picked up Du Rufeng's cloak from Du Rufeng's chair, wrapped it around his body, and followed the farmer out of the Xuanhu Hall quickly.

Flying snow hit his face bitterly, and it hurt a little. It seemed that the snow fell even more tonight.

Du Ruo hooked the belt of the medical box tightly with one hand, and tightly held the belt of the cloak tied around her throat with the other hand. She walked in the wind and snow, like a white langur walking with her body huddled, It seems that it will be swept into the sky by the wind and snow at any time.

Tap...Tap...Tap...Tap...

A carriage gradually approached, a corner of the curtain was lifted, and a few snowflakes floated in.

The farmer was tall and big, and it was a bit strenuous to walk in the wind and snow, but when he turned his head, he saw Du Ruo slipped and fell to the ground. But he murmured coolly, "Miss Du, hurry up, mother will die soon!"

"Cough cough, um, cough cough." Du Ruo suddenly coughed violently, her bloodless face suddenly flushed a little from the cough, she gasped for several breaths, and then she eased her cough, "Let's go , let's go, cough cough."

Just as the carriage passed by the two, a cold voice sounded in the carriage.

"Aman, stop the car."

"Call-"

Aman hurriedly stopped the horse, and realized that the curtain of the car behind him was lifted, he turned his head and said: "Miss, what are you doing?"

"Rescue."

After saying these two simple words, the white-haired lady got off the carriage.

In the wind and snow, snowflakes soon fell on her black hair, which set off a particularly cold face - she looked at Du Ruo with her clear and calm eyes, and she frowned slightly, and then she went straight to Du Ruo came.

This is a woman who is cold to the bone, but has a pair of warm and reassuring hands.

When she gently took Du Ruo's hand, Du Ruo shrank back subconsciously, but was stunned by the warm fingertips on her wrist to feel her pulse.

She...can take a pulse? !

"Wind and cold, little girl, do you want to die?" There was a little reproach in the cold voice, and it was more like exclamation. Her eyes had already come to the medicine box hanging on Du Ruo's shoulder, "You too doctor?"

Du Ruo nodded, and looked at the farmer who had already scratched his head and ears anxiously, "This uncle's mother is waiting for me to treat her...cough cough...cough cough cough..."

"Do you know that you are the person who needs saving most right now?"

"Ahem...but...as a doctor...you must first..."

"She'll be fine."

"..."

Du Ruo looked at her in astonishment, and found that there was a faint smile on her face, her heart beat faster for no reason, she lowered her head in shock, not daring to look at her more.

She suddenly took off the white fur coat on her body, and put the warm fur coat on Du Ruo's body. She did not know who was telling it on purpose, but she said it again, "Tonight, neither you nor that old man will be together. Something will happen."

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