Over there, Yang Rulan was dumbfounded. ()

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She ran to Yang's side, her face pale, and knelt down.

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She shook Yang vigorously while crying for help from those around her.

"Oh, kind people, please save my mother..."

The crowd mostly stood there, watching impassively.

Two men wanted to come over and lend a hand, but the woman with him twisted one of them hard.

"Damn ghost, what are you meddling in? Did you get your eyes on that middle-aged hag or her promiscuous daughter? Get home and scrub the floor!"

The man was dragged away by the woman, his ear being pulled.

Yang Ruolan crouched on the ground, covering her face, crying softly.

The old shopkeeper of the clinic couldn't stand it anymore.

He sighed and pushed through the crowd, walking over to Yang's family member and pinching their Ren point hard.

Yang cried out, leaping to his feet from the ground. His eyes, bloodshot red, scanned the crowd searching for Yang Ruqing's figure.

He was stopped by the apothecary's owner.

“Please, just calm down. If you want to make a scene, go do it on the street! I still need to run my business here!”

Yang wouldn't pay any attention to the shopkeeper and kept looking.

Yang Ruolan stood up and grabbed Yang's arm: "Mother, I want to go back, please take me back!"

Yang shi glanced at Yang Ruolan, whose face was streaked with tears and who seemed on the verge of fainting. He squeezed his eyes shut in pain.

Before leaving, she shot Yang Ruqing a withering glance.

"Yang gritted his teeth and said, "Fat girl, I won't let this go. You wait for me!"

Yang Ruqing shrugged: "Cure your daughter's illness first before coming to me!"

Yang was so angry that she almost fainted.

The mother and daughter fled in disgrace amidst the jeers and pointing of the crowd.

In the hall, the crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed.

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Yang Ruqing brought her gaze back, curled her lips: "To fight with your granny? Suicide!"

Luo Fengtang also frowned and advised her, "That kind of person has no manners at all, Qing'er you don't need to argue with them."

Yang Ruqing nodded. "Yeah, I consider them nothing. Once I let them go, they're gone!"

Luo Fengtang: “...”

"Tang YaZi, let's go too!" Yang RuQing suggested.

Luo Fengtang asked, "Didn't you just say you were going to sell the civet cat musk?"

Yang Ruqing shook her head. "It's enough to find out the price. We don't necessarily have to sell this clinic."

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After being disrupted by the Yang family mother and daughter, she felt a bit tired, and her enthusiasm for doing business with Yihechun had greatly diminished.

Luo Fengtang nodded. "Well, we'll sell it next time. Let's go home!"

Just as the two were about to leave, a carriage came racing over and stopped abruptly in front of Yi He Chun Gate.

A young boy, about six or seven years old, was carried out of the carriage by a hustling porter and rushed towards Yi Hechun.

Behind her, a maid supported a woman dressed properly but looking dusty and travel-worn, stumbling after her.

“Sir, please, save my young master!”

The fellow stepped into the room, his eyes scanning the hall before he hurried over to the old man over there.

The old man was just grinding medicine when he saw this, so he hurried out from behind the counter.

"Come here and hug me."

He immediately led the waiter and the unconscious young boy into a clinic on the left.

How is the young master doing?

The elder was feeling the child's pulse and examining their eyelids while asking questions.

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At this time, the woman following behind also came over.

Hearing the old man's question, the woman flushed and said: “We came from the county town. Halfway there, my son said his chest felt both tight and uncomfortable. I told the porter to hurry so we could rest in the town. Before we reached the town entrance, he said his chest was hurting again, and after a short while, he fainted…”

After the woman finished speaking, she took her handkerchief and wiped away her tears, sobbing with a heavy frown on her face.

The maidservant standing beside her was also full of worry, “Doctor, please, please save my young master!”

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Upon hearing this, the elder pulled open the boy's collar and stroked his chest.

A pair of white eyebrows furrowed deeper and deeper.

Immediately, he withdrew his hand and instructed one of the apothecary's assistants, "Quickly, go to the backyard and boil a bowl of calming soup."

The clerk at the clinic turned and left.

Here, the woman anxiously asked the old man, "Doctor, how is my son?"

“Judging from the young master’s symptoms, this heart ailment seems to have been around for some time. It wouldn’t be easy to eradicate it completely and would require medication to suppress it long-term. <This journey must have been tiring with the bumpy carriage ride.>”

The woman nodded, her voice choked with emotion: "My son was frail from birth. This heart ailment came from the womb! Before he even learned to eat solid food, he was already taking medicine..."

“Madam, please don't cry. The young master is blessed and will surely recover.”

The maidservant whispered words of comfort and handed the woman a silk handkerchief to wipe her tears.

The woman wiped her tears a few times and asked the old man again, "Sir, when will my son wake up?"

After drinking the calming tea, he should wake up. But—

Before the woman could let her guard down, she was caught up in it again.

"But what?" she asked in a trembling voice. "Doctor, just tell me straight!"

Before the elder could speak, a bowl of medicinal soup was brought in from the back courtyard by the medical hall attendant.

Here comes the Heart-Calming Soup!

The old man took the settling tea. The woman and maid helped to prop up the young boy from behind, having him sit half-upright.

The child's face was as pale as paper, almost transparent, with bluish discoloration around the lips. Their eyes were tightly shut.

The old man fed him a spoonful of heart-soothing soup, but he kept his lips tightly closed.

He was forced to have the medicine poured into his mouth, but the yellowish-brown liquid spilled out from the corner of his lips immediately.

"Why won't it go in? What can I do about this?"

Seeing that the medicine in the bowl was almost gone, the child still hadn't taken a single drop. The woman cried out in despair.

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The old man frowned, put down his bowl and stood up.

"Things don't look good!"

When the woman heard this, her face turned pale.

Her legs went weak, and she almost slipped to the ground. Fortunately, the maidservant caught her in time.

"Doctor, please save my son! I beg you!"

She was about to kneel before the elder, but he helped her up.

"My lady, please listen to me."

“This soothing tea is merely a temporary solution, it can only help Young Master to catch his breath. However, judging from the current situation, Young Master's illness has flared up fiercely this time, and the soothing tea is ineffective. The only way now is for him to take the right antidote pills, otherwise, the longer it takes, the more perilous his life will be!”

He immediately asked, "What kind of medicine does Young Master usually take at home to suppress it?"

The woman thought about it.

"Musk Heart-Protecting Pills."

She went on, "The Wang shopkeeper at the county town pharmacy was my father-in-law's old friend. All the pills were prepared by him!"

The old man nodded: "Then you still need to take Musk Heart-Protecting Pills to suppress it."

Upon hearing this, the woman wept even more bitterly.

"This trip, we went out for only three days, and his condition was still stable, so he didn't bring any Muskxiang Baoxin Pills with him! What should we do now?"

The old man let out a long sigh, looking helpless.

The woman, thinking of something, hurriedly pleaded, "Doctor, how about you help us prepare some musk heart-preserving pills? Please!"

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