After rebirth, I ran wild in the heart of His Highness the Prince

The palace guard nun opened her mouth. No matter how reluctant Qin Xiaoyun was, she still set an example.

After all, she wanted to marry into the royal family, and she couldn't offend anyone now.

You know, there are many villains in this world who are addicted to eye medicine.

If she really offended the nun, the nun would say a few words in front of Concubine Yun, and she would never want to marry into the third prince's house in her life!

After all, which mother-in-law would want a daughter-in-law who can't learn the rules?

"Bring your hand closer to your chest." The discipline mother's ruler hit the back of Qin Xiaoyun's hand, causing it to turn red.

Qin Xiaoyun was in pain, "Hiss—Mom!"

"Hmph!" the correctional mother snorted coldly, "How good I am as Miss Qin, but I am nothing more than that! Since Prime Minister Qin invited me, teaching one is teaching, and teaching two is teaching. Miss Qin will also be teaching from today on. Let’s learn together.”

Qin Xiaoyun was reluctant, but she didn't dare to argue because she knew that if she approached her father, he would only agree.

Sure enough, when the servant reported the matter to Qin Jingguo, Qin Jingguo only said that he understood and asked Qin Xiaoyun to learn the rules.

Because of the high hat Qin Zhongwan gave Qin Xiaoyun, the mother-in-law paid more attention to her than Qin Zhongwan, and sometimes she would even focus on her and ignore Qin Zhongwan.

Seeing Qin Xiaoyun attracting fire to him, Qin Zhongwan felt that the place where he was beaten was less painful.

After finally getting to the end of get out of class in the evening, Qin Xiaoyun and her maid hurried back to Xiaojin Courtyard, not wanting to stay for a moment longer - the place where the ruler was on her body hurt like hell!

Qin Zhongwan felt pain all over her body, but she still bowed politely before leaving.

Looking at the backs of the two girls, the disciplinarian was more satisfied with Qin Zhongwan - Miss Qin learned the rules better and understood etiquette better.

Qin Zhongwan returned to Xinwan Courtyard exhausted. Aunt Lan and Qinglian had already prepared plaster and orchid soup for her to take a bath.

After taking off her clothes, Qin Zhongwan stepped into the bathtub. Qinglian used a hot towel to wipe her body. Looking at the bruises on her white and tender skin, she felt extremely distressed, "Isn't this mother-in-law's punishment too cruel? There are always people everywhere. Big bruises!”

Seeing how angry she was, Qin Zhongwan smiled and comforted her a few words, while thinking about class in her heart - she didn't really want to go to class tomorrow.

After taking a bath, Qinglian carefully applied medicine to her.

The next morning, Qin Zhongwan asked Qinglian to give him a simple hairstyle before leaving the house.

"Miss, are you really not going to class today?" Qinglian was a little nervous.

If only the master knew...

"I'm not going." Qin Zhongwan said, "Don't worry, nothing will happen."

When she was disciplining Professor Mammy yesterday, she discovered that there was no big problem with her etiquette. She had corrected the inappropriate details yesterday, so she made up her mind not to go to class.

As for her father...as long as she can bring benefits to her father, how can he blame her?

Qinglian also felt sorry for her. Seeing that she was so sure, she said no more.

Qin Zhongwan went to Huichun Hall after leaving the house.

Huichun Hall is different from the past. It is no longer deserted.

Qin Zhongwan was slowly helped out of the car by Granny Lan. Yuan Chun saw Qin Zhongwan and his eyes suddenly lit up, "Miss!"

I don’t even care about the work at hand.

"Slow down." Qin Zhongwan said with a smile. When Yuan Chun came closer, he began to ask in detail about the current situation of Huichun Hall.

Qin Zhongwan's philanthropic act of giving porridge outside the city spread among ordinary people, and there were also people who came to Huichun Hall to work as apprentices under Mr. Yuan and became waiting officials in Huichun Hall.

Several apprentices have a steady temperament and are not impetuous people. On weekdays, Mr. Yuan is there to guide and guide them, but they have gradually mastered it and are able to take charge on their own.

Today, Huichun Hall is divided into nine departments: Dafangmai, Xiaofangmai, typhoid, women, ulcers, acupuncture, eyes, throat, and bone setting.

Qin Zhongwan's good reputation spread far and wide, and ordinary people were willing to come and visit him even if they had minor problems.

"Our Huichun Hall is doing well now!" Yuan Chun was excited.

Qin Zhongwan couldn't help but laugh. Even the little medicine boy looked more lively than when they first met. Huichun Hall seemed to be a bit rejuvenated.

Yuan Chun walked in front, opened the curtain, and led Qin Zhongwan in.

"You are so sick..."

Mr. Yuan frowned and his eyes were heavy. Before he finished speaking, Yuan Chun's voice came in, "Miss is here!"

Then Qin Zhongwan came slowly and nodded towards Mr. Yuan.

As soon as he entered the room, he caught a glimpse of the frail appearance of the person opposite Mr. Yuan.

"Cough cough cough... Doctor, my illness... cough cough."

The man looked no older than his age, but his face was bleak and he couldn't stop coughing. He used a white handkerchief to cover it up. After letting go, the white handkerchief was stained with light blood.

"Mr. Yuan, what is this?"

Mr. Yuan sighed slightly, "I have been practicing medicine for more than forty years, and I have never seen such a weird miscellaneous disease."

"This person has been taking medicine for a cough for half a month, but he is not feeling better at all. His chest tightness and shortness of breath are still as usual."

The man couldn't hide his disappointment when he heard this.

He is only twenty, is it possible that he has to drag this frail body with him for the rest of his life?

I thought that Huichun Tang was well-known and that Mr. Yuan had been practicing medicine for half his life and was proficient in the art of Qihuang and could cure his cough.

At the moment, the man is only disappointed.

Cough?Qin Zhongwan's mind moved, and he turned his head to look at the young man, "If you don't mind, how about I diagnose you myself?"

The man was stunned for a moment, but then he was overjoyed. It was rumored that Miss Qin's medical skills were unmatched by Mr. Yuan. With one injection, a dead person could be revived.

The man expressed his gratitude, and Qin Zhong was so humble that he did not hesitate to give in.

Slender jade fingers rested on the man's wrist, looking around and asking questions.

"Do you often have trouble coughing up phlegm, feel hot in your hands, feet, and heart, and have chest tightness and coughing at night?"

The more the man listened, the more frightened he became, "Miss Qin, you really are a god! You said everything correctly!"

Qin Zhongwan saw that the man's tongue was red and coated, and he was even more sure of what he was thinking.

"This is cough and wheezing. Because the symptoms are similar to cough diseases, it is often mistaken for cough disease. I will write you a prescription. Your disease needs to be treated slowly over many years. Don't be anxious."

The man held Zhang Baobao's prescription and thanked him repeatedly, and bowed towards Qin Zhongwan, which showed that he was very excited.

After the others left, Mr. Yuan stroked his gray beard and lamented that his skills were inferior to others.

"I've seen a lot of coughing, but this is the first time I've heard of coughing and wheezing. What's the difference between the two?"

The old doctor asked for advice humbly, so Qin Zhongwan naturally did not hide it deeply and told everything.

Mr. Yuan looked at Qin Zhongwan with bright eyes and marveled. This scene fell into the eyes of someone in the dark.