The two stepped into the door without hurrying, and a few imperial doctors happened to see Song'er come out of the inner room.

They all looked relieved, but for the fact that this little prince was out of danger of his life, none of them showed any admiration for Jiang Shu who treated him, and they didn't even praise him symbolically, only attributed this matter to the fact that Jiren has his own natural appearance.

When Jiang Shu heard this, his reaction was that his expression instantly froze on his face.

She was busy for half an hour with needles, mouth and nose secretions, and heart and body massage, and how much effort did it take to save people, how did she become a good person!

It's as if she'll be fine if she doesn't save him, and her role in the middle isn't worth mentioning!

However, after thinking about it, they are all doctors in the Tai Hospital, top-notch people in the medical path, people who can't even be saved, but they are healed by a little woman like herself who only occasionally fiddles with some bottles and cans, and their faces are somewhat unbearable, so they can only save face for themselves in this way, so they generously decided not to care about them in general.

That day, after Zhu Changxun ordered the imperial doctors to be sent away, Jiang Shu took Song'er to his own gathering garden in order to get better as soon as possible, and personally adjusted his body.

In the blink of an eye, a few days passed, and Chinese New Year's Eve arrived.

Since Song'er's body had not fully recovered, and he didn't like lively occasions too much recently, Jiang Shu did not go to the palace with Zhu Changxun to attend the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, but only asked him to help him confess his sins to several elders in the palace and stayed in the mansion to take care of him.

By the time Song'er fully recovered, it was already the sixth day of the first lunar month a few days later.

And on this day, after asking Zhulu to bring the little ghost head back to Jichang Garden, she got a message that Lin Caisheng from the Prince's Mansion was born and was a boy.

Lin Feng, who is a talented person in Lin, has a happy thing, she has heard about it earlier, and she is not surprised, and the affairs of the prince's mansion have nothing to do with her, so she didn't take it seriously, and continued to live a comfortable life of studying poetry and books, reading medical books, and fiddling with bottles and jars containing various medicinal herbs as before.

Time flies, and unconsciously, the cold spring is over, ushering in the major festival of the second day of February, the Qinglong Festival, which is commonly known as the dragon raising its head.

The wooden butterfly beside her is a girl who believes in the gods very much, thinking that on this day, the dragon prays for rain, God can bless the harvest, and like last year, she took the red thread early to wrap all the scissors and sewing needles in the garden, saying that in order to avoid hurting the dragon's eyes, you can't use scissors and needles on this day.

Although Jiang Shu was a little unimpressed by this, he thought that he couldn't easily use these things, so he let her go.

This Qinglong Festival also has the custom of beating gongs and drums, setting off firecrackers, and going to the land temple to burn incense and sacrifice. I wanted to join in the excitement of folk customs, and after breakfast, she went out with Ping Qian and Yun Poria.

Who knows, just after walking to the gate of the house, he ordered the porter to open the two closed black lacquer doors, but saw a young man in a black power suit outside the door who happened to turn over and get off the horse.

When he stood firm and turned his head, Jiang Shu was a little surprised to realize that he was the original teacher who taught martial arts in Fenglin Academy, who he hadn't seen for nearly two years and was said to have left the capital for something-Zhang Lanqiao.

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