freenovelworld Chapter 17 I'll give you a horse
Chapter 17 I'll give you a horse
Yan Yue's face was contorted with pain. He couldn't help but feel deep regret, and said in a trembling voice, "You, you're lying to me, aren't you? You've never treated anyone before?"
Has he lost his mind to believe that a pig-slaughtering girl from the countryside could heal his leg?
Which reclusive renowned doctor doesn't have a long beard? Lu Yangyang is just a little girl who looks no more than ten years old. Even if she started learning from the womb, how many days could she learn?
Lu Yangyang ignored him and stabbed another needle in.
As Lu Yangyang stuck more and more needles into Yan Yue's leg, in no time at all, it became like a hedgehog, covered in thorns.
Then Lu Yangyang began to remove the needles.
Dark red blood flowed out from the needle hole.
"Blood, blood..." Yan Yue's voice trembled even more.
Lu Yangyang rolled her eyes: "What? Are you squeamish about blood?"
"No, no, I, am I... poisoned?" Yan Yue was so frightened that his face turned deathly pale, and he was in pain and panic.
"It's just clearing away some blood stasis. You're a grown man, why are you so scared?" Lu Yangyang was a little confused and couldn't help but complain, "So dramatic."
Then he found a basin and placed it under Yan Yue's legs, letting the bruises flow out through the needle hole.
As needle after needle was pulled out, half of Yan Yue's leg was stained with dark red blood.
Lu Yangyang washed a clean handkerchief and came over to help him wipe away the bloodstains, leaving only needle marks on his leg.
She reached out and pressed it again.
"Ah—" This time, Yan Yue finally couldn't hold back and shouted out.
"Shut up!" Lu Yangyang yelled at him, throwing the handkerchief into the basin of water.
"Alright, I'll write you a prescription. Have someone get the herbs and crush them, and change the medicine every two hours. As for the other two prescriptions, boil one and drink it three times a day, and use the other to soak your feet twice a day. After three days, you can walk, but you still can't ride a horse for ten days. After ten days, you can, but it's best to avoid any strenuous exercise."
After Lu Yangyang finished speaking, she turned around to look for paper and pen, only to find that there were none in the room.
She walked to the door, opened it, and Sheng Yunjiao, who was leaning against the door, stumbled in, almost falling to the ground.
Lu Yangyang: "What are you doing?"
Sheng Yunjiao barely managed to steady herself, and asked with an embarrassed look, "Um, is it cured?"
"Alright, go get me some paper and a pen. I don't have any medicine here, he'll have to go get it himself," Lu Yangyang said.
"Why should I go? I..." Sheng Yunjiao craned her neck and curiously looked towards the soft couch by the window. She saw Yan Yue's face was ashen, and there was a copper basin next to him. The white cloth draped over the basin had been stained dark red, and a strong smell of blood wafted towards her.
"He...he...he..." Sheng Yunjiao nervously grabbed Lu Yangyang's arm and swallowed hard. "Is he alright?"
"It's nothing, just a small problem." Lu Yangyang urged her, "Hurry up, I'm starving!"
"I've already sent the maid to get you your food. She'll be back soon. I'll go get you paper and pen now!" Sheng Yunjiao nodded hurriedly and turned to walk outside.
He only realized something when he reached the door: "Wait a minute, why did I listen to that shorty so much?"
Despite saying that, Sheng Yunjiao quickly ordered someone to run errands and bring over the paper and pen that Lu Yangyang had requested. Then she stared at Lu Yangyang expectantly.
Lu Yangyang dipped her brush in ink and began to write on the paper in a flowing, elegant style.
"You, you, you..." Sheng Yunjiao pointed at Lu Yangyang's handwriting, completely dumbfounded: "I thought you had read so many books and were so knowledgeable. Yesterday you were mocking me. Is this how you write? Are you missing an arm or a leg?"
On the white Xuan paper laid out on the table, Lu Yangyang's handwriting was so bad it was practically scrawling. Not only were the characters of different sizes, but they were also missing parts and piled up haphazardly, looking more like they were pieced together than written.
Although Lu Yangyang was thick-skinned, she was still aware of her own handwriting and muttered, "Isn't it enough that I can understand it?"
Sheng Yunjiao was completely dumbfounded: "Take a look yourself, are you sure you can understand this?"
Her words piqued even Yan Yue's curiosity, and he hopped over with his cane. When he saw Lu Yangyang's handwriting, they all fell silent.
He sat down, cleared his throat, and asked in a low voice, "Or, you read it aloud, and I'll write it down?"
The pen in Lu Yangyang's hand was still dripping ink, and with a splat, it completely blurred the already nearly smudged words, making them almost unbearable to look at.
Lu Yangyang awkwardly handed the pen to Yan Yue, touched her nose, and accidentally smeared ink from her fingertips onto her face.
"Hahaha~" Sheng Yunjiao laughed without any restraint: "You look like a stray cat in the garden right now! And let me tell you, even the words scratched by a cat's claws are probably better than yours, and you still have the nerve to laugh at me?"
Sheng Yunjiao stood with her hands on her hips, chin held high with an air of smugness.
Lu Yangyang snorted: "I only overheard the scholar next door studying for two years, but I never went to school properly. I just practiced my handwriting on the ground. Once, the scholar was injured and I treated him for free. Only then did he give me his used scrap paper and brush. I've hardly written any words in total. It's already pretty good that I can write like this!"
Sheng Yunjiao and Yan Yue were both stunned again.
The two only knew from her words that Lu Yangyang had a difficult past, but they didn't have a concrete idea of how difficult it was. Hearing her butchering pigs and setting bones only fascinated them. Only now did they begin to grasp the outlines of those hardships. Especially since both of them were academically weak and didn't like studying much, often dozing off in class and getting spanked every few days for being lazy, they simply couldn't imagine what it was like to eavesdrop on others reading and learning to read because they couldn't afford to go to school.
"I... I'll go back and give you all my books. You should study writing well and not embarrass me!" Sheng Yunjiao said somewhat awkwardly.
Yan Yue gripped his pen, feeling a pang of unease. After a moment's thought, he said, "Once my leg heals, I'll give you a big horse, how about that?"
Lu Yangyang looked at him in surprise and asked excitedly, "Really?"
Yan Yue gripped the pen tightly in his hand. "A gentleman's word is as good as his bond!"
"That's wonderful! I've always dreamed of having my own horse! Our county magistrate can only travel by donkey cart. Apart from the occasional passing merchant, you can't see a single horse in the whole county. When I came to the capital a few days ago, it was the first time I had ever ridden in a horse-drawn carriage!" Lu Yangyang excitedly rubbed her hands together. It wasn't that she was naive, it was just that... those were big horses!
There isn't a single horse in the surrounding villages!
If her friends in Qinghe Village knew, they would be green with envy!
Lu Yangyang reached out her hand to Yan Yue, "Good brother! For the sake of this horse, I'll take care of your leg, I'll definitely heal it! From now on, you're my friend, if you ever have to break a hand or leg again, just come to me!"
"I..." Yan Yue stammered as he gave her a high five, "but I don't need to lose any hands or feet!"
Sheng Yunjiao, who was standing nearby, also came over and gave him a high five: "We're clearly allies, why are you friends with him? What about me? What about me!"
The three were having a pleasant conversation when an unpleasant voice broke in from the doorway.
"What are you doing?"