Bring your aunt to eat big meat, the scumbag father's family is furious

Chapter 842 Turning Black and Swollen

Song Ruier took these words as an indication that his hand was about to fully heal.

At this rate of recovery, his bones should be able to heal in less than a month. While not fully recovered, there is a good chance of a 70-80% chance.

It will not delay the palace examination two months later.

The shopkeeper handed him a large bag of medicine: "Divide it into thirty equal portions. Boil it three times a day and use the resulting broth to soak your wrists for half an hour each time. After ten days, just wait for it to heal naturally. No more medicine will be needed."

Song Ruier left with the medicine.

However, after taking two steps, he turned back to look at the shopkeeper.

"You may know me. Don't tell anyone that I came here to treat my wrist. If I become successful in the future, I won't forget to take care of Xuanhu Medical Clinic."

When he went to the clinic for treatment, he had to register his name. Although he used a fake name again, what if he was a child prodigy with a great reputation and the shopkeeper recognized him?

In reality, the shopkeeper was busy in the clinic all day and had no idea that there was a scholar named Pang You, let alone that the other party was using a false name.

He found the other person arrogant and found it somewhat amusing, but he maintained a humble demeanor on the surface.

He clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Young master, please rest assured that we will keep all personal information of the guests who come here for treatment confidential."

Song Ruier nodded: "It's good that you know your limits."

Then he left.

The shopkeeper stared blankly at the other person's figure, a cold smile playing on his lips. Anyway, everything was fine at the Xuanhu Medical Clinic, and whatever happened afterward had nothing to do with this place.

Although her right hand could be cured, Song Ruier was still very upset.

At a time when he was riding high and his house was always bustling with visitors, he hadn't seen many people lately because he needed to hide the news of his broken right hand.

Otherwise, he could make friends with more scions of prominent families and get closer to them.

"Qiao Yunni, Qiao Lian'er, one day I will make you pay back a hundredfold, a thousandfold for what you have caused me." Song Ruier said viciously as she immersed her right hand in the broth.

Now it's spring planting season, and everywhere is lush with grass and birdsong, with buds sprouting from the branches, presenting a thriving scene.

The underground river dug in Xuan County, Queyuan Prefecture, splits into seven major branches, which in turn divide into countless smaller branches, ensuring that farmland in every area of ​​the county has abundant water for loosening the soil and irrigating.

As for Tai County, the newly developed underground river has several times more abundant water than the Bo River, which has greatly benefited Tai County.

Watching the water flow gurgling into the farmland, the soil becoming soft, and the people working effortlessly with expectant looks on their faces, Qiao Lian'er was also in a good mood.

This is the value and significance of benefiting people.

In addition to irrigation, she also provides seeds and fertilizers, which are free in the first year, and a small fee is charged from the second year onwards.

This autumn, both regions are expected to have a bumper harvest.

Queyuan Prefecture is located in the southern part of the country, and its climate is much warmer and more humid.

The grass is lush and green, and the mountains are full of wildflowers, whether they sprout from the branches or grow on the ground, creating a riot of colors.

Pei Shijiu tied the picked flower branches with grass and added some green leaves to the bouquet for decoration.

"Many varieties are not available in the suburbs of Beijing."

Qiao Lian'er took the bouquet, brought it to her nose, and smelled it; it had a faint fragrance.

The dewdrops shimmering on the bouquet added to its rustic charm.

Then look at him; he's covered in pollen—yellow, pink, and purple—on his cuffs and hem.

Qiao Lian'er reached out and brushed the pollen off him, only to find that it had stuck on even more firmly.

"Don't worry about it. It's what I left behind when I picked flowers for you. I don't want to wash it yet."

Qiao Lian'er couldn't help but smile.

The two sat on a protruding rock halfway up the mountain, with a clear view of the scenery below. Further away, there were crisscrossing farmlands and people working hard at their desks.

The spring sunshine shines on the earth, warm and gentle.

Ten days passed in a flash, and Song Ruier finally finished using up that big bag of medicine.

His wrist seems to have gotten a little better recently, and he even tried writing a few calligraphy pieces.

Just when he thought he was sure he was cured, three days later, he felt a sharp pain in his wrist. When he looked at the broken area, it was faintly bruised and swollen.

Song Ruier frowned. Could this be an unavoidable phenomenon during the recovery process?

He probably bumped his wrist somewhere while he was sleeping at night.

Thinking this way, he didn't take it to heart.

The pain in his wrist lasted for a day, but it was still bearable. He thought the situation would ease on the second day, but he found that it was even more swollen, and the bluish color was turning black.

A sense of foreboding welled up in Song Ruier's heart.

Was that private medical clinic trying to harm him? His eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Shopkeeper, please take a look at my hand."

Song Ruier reached out from her sleeve, untied the cloth wrapped around her hand, and placed it on the counter.

The shopkeeper glanced at his hand and looked puzzled and surprised.

"Oh dear, young master, your hand. I remember when you left, it was getting better, wasn't it? How did it suddenly become like this?"

Song Ruier stared at him, seemingly trying to discern the slightest abnormality from his reaction.

However, the shopkeeper was a seasoned veteran in his fifties or sixties, and his surprise was completely undisguised.

“That’s right. More than ten days ago, you told me I didn’t need to come anymore, and then you gave me a big bag of medicine and told me to boil it into a soup every day and soak my wrists in it. I did as you said, and then something unusual happened on my hands.”

He narrowed his eyes: "Shopkeeper, did you take bribes to ruin my hands?"

“Young master, you can’t just say things like that. Our Xuanhu Medical Clinic has an excellent reputation. We only save people and never harm them. The doctors here will patiently treat you, apply medicine, and bandage you. The fees are not high. How can you turn around and bite me?” The shopkeeper’s face showed a bit of anger.

“I deeply sympathize with the state of your hands, but you can’t pin the blame on our medical clinic; that’s slander.”

"Then tell me, why did my hand become swollen and black after using that big bag of medicine you gave me?" Song Ruier sneered.

"May I ask, young master, did the problem occur within those ten days, or after ten days?"

"So what if it's ten days later? Does that mean the Xuanhu Medical Clinic can shirk its responsibility?"

"If it's ten days later, which specific day? If it's more than three days later, even if there was a problem with the previous medication, it's impossible for it to take this long to manifest."

"Otherwise, wouldn't everyone be able to extort money from Xuanhu Medical Clinic? I'm afraid no clinic would be able to stay in business."

Song Ruier felt she had been tricked and had no way to express her bitterness.

He had used medicine from this clinic before. If it wasn't the clinic's problem, whose problem could it be?

"Don't think I'm easy to fool. So what if it's only three days? Some poisons have a slow onset."

Suddenly remembering something, Song Ruier's expression changed slightly, and she felt a sense of unease.

"Who is the owner of this clinic? I want to see the owner."