Young Master Jing, no pharmacy prepares prescriptions more reliably than ours,” the fat doctor chimed in, beaming.
“Okay,” the young master replied.
Since it was a knee joint issue, several acupoints on the lower outer side needed to be targeted, requiring him to roll up his pants. Wei Linxia prepared her silver needles, taking deep breaths to calm herself. She was dressed in male attire, with her throat covered, no earrings, and her chest bound. Still, seeing those muscular legs made her slightly embarrassed due to gender boundaries.
“Doctor, are you really confident?” Miss Niao Niao noticed her nervousness.
“No,” Wei Linxia blurted. Then she remembered how Xi Linxuan often responded similarly to her questions.
“Niao Niao,” the young master called, and Niao Niao stood beside him, looking hesitant.
Wei Linxia began the needling, being careful not to touch his leg. The patient remained quiet. After finishing, she chatted with the fat doctor, considering buying medical books to broaden her knowledge.
The young master, after the treatment, collected his medicine and left with Niao Niao. Wei Linxia tidied up and left through the back door, where the Wei family carriage was waiting. Sitting in the carriage, she recalled borrowing a set of clothes from a maidservant during the Shang festival, which resembled a Jing family maidservant’s outfit. Niao Niao thought she was infiltrating the Jing household, leading to their family being falsely accused of spreading rumors about an epidemic, resulting in the young master’s arrest. She wondered if he would think the maidservant who “infiltrated” was framing them.
Her luck seemed quite bad; among so many maidservants, she had borrowed that specific set. Fortunately, she still had a trick: “deny to the death.”
As Wei Linxia headed home, a thundering sound echoed beside her. She lifted the curtain to see who was driving so fast but only caught a glimpse of a small back, an ordinary carriage like her own.
Those swift horses and carriages stopped in front of the royal palace. A person jumped down and ran inside, waiting for a long time before his master returned.
“Any discoveries?” Xi Zhaoting asked.
“Your Highness, the medical clinic has changed staff. Someone resembles her a bit. More importantly, the person who was disrespectful to you during the Shang Festival has come to the medical clinic for acupuncture.”
