Seeing her so resistant, Si Qingyu couldn’t help but find it strange. Could it be that this sweet soup was poisonous? Why else would she act like this?

If she didn’t want to drink it, then forget it. Si Qingyu turned back and opened the food box, taking a small sip.

Luo Shaoxuan sat upright, one hand slowly twirling his black hair, his narrow phoenix eyes gazing at her with deep affection, “How is it?”

“Very good.” Si Qingyu nodded.

He propped his chin with one hand, tilting his head slightly, his smile saccharine, “Then drink more.”

“Mm.”

Si Qingyu nodded and was about to take a second sip when she was interrupted by someone running in. She frowned slightly and looked at the woman panting heavily, her head covered in sweat. Wasn’t this…

“Mom? Why are you here?” Zhao Sixi spoke up first from the side. She went up to help pat her chest, “Why did you come here? In such a hurry.”

The woman glanced at Zhao Sixi and then at Si Qingyu, gesturing urgently with her hands.

Si Qingyu of course couldn’t understand. She looked at Zhao Sixi on the side.

Zhao Sixi was also anxious, “How did Third Aunt get injured? Is it serious?”

The woman nodded vigorously and wanted to step forward to pull Si Qingyu out, but was stopped by Luo Shaoxuan who had a cold expression, “Explain the matter first.”

The woman looked at him and froze, hurriedly taking two steps back, but was so anxious that she wanted to step forward again.

Not being able to communicate verbally could really drive one crazy. Si Qingyu looked at Zhao Sixi on the side, whose eyes were turning red, “What exactly happened?”

“Doctor Si, my mom said my Third Aunt was seriously injured.”

Seriously injured? Si Qingyu frowned and got up to get her medical bag. She looked at Zhao Sixi, “You stay here and watch the clinic. I’ll go.”

“But, but, I want to go together…” Zhao Sixi was also so anxious that she couldn’t stand still.

Forget it, it didn’t matter if she came along, “Then let’s go together.” She turned to Luo Shaoxuan at the table and said, “I’m going out for a bit. You go back first.”

Luo Shaoxuan nodded, reaching out his slender jade-like hand to tuck the black hair sticking to her lip behind her ear, his voice gentle, “Remember to come find me when you return.”

Si Qingyu felt a bit uncomfortable and wanted to avoid his hand, but seeing his eyes full of tender affection, she endured it, “Alright, I know.”

She gestured to Zhao Sixi, “Lead the way.”

“Okay.” Zhao Sixi supported her mother and walked in front.

Watching them get farther and farther away, Luo Shaoxuan’s phoenix eyes narrowed slightly. His jade-like hand gently stroked his chest, not knowing why his heart felt a tinge of unease.

……

When the three of them arrived at the village, they had probably walked for half an hour. If Si Qingyu had known it was this far, she would have rented a carriage. Not to mention the scorching sun, just walking wasted a lot of time.

But Zhao Sixi and the others seemed to be used to it and didn’t find it too far.

The further they walked into the village, the worse the road became. Si Qingyu wiped the fine sweat from her face and asked Zhao Sixi walking in front, “Is it still far?”

Zhao Sixi was also covered in hot sweat at this point, her clothes at the neckline soaked with sweat. She panted slightly and looked back, “Not far, Doctor Si. It’s right ahead.” She pointed to the thatched hut in front.

There were quite a few people standing outside the thatched hut, surrounding it, occasionally glancing inside and gossiping with the person beside them.

Zhao Sixi quickly walked up and parted them, “Quickly make way, let Doctor Si see Third Aunt.”

“Ah! Doctor Si is here.” A person looked at Si Qingyu with shining eyes.

“So this is Doctor Si? So handsome indeed!” A person said softly to the person beside them.

“Yeah, I’ve never seen such a handsome person before!” …

Ignoring their whispers, Si Qingyu passed through them and entered the thatched hut. As soon as she entered, she smelled a foul odor. She slightly furrowed her brows.

“Doctor Si, come take a look quickly!” Zhao Sixi stood by the bed and waved at Si Qingyu.

Si Qingyu glanced at the crying man beside the bed and walked over to look at the person on the bed. Only then did she understand why there was such a strong odor.

On the bed lay a middle-aged woman on the verge of death, with a large area on her thigh already severely decayed.

Si Qingyu stepped forward to take a careful look. This was clearly a wound infection caused by not treating the wound in time. She frowned and looked at the man kneeling and crying nonstop on the side, “This wound has been here for some time. Why wasn’t medical treatment sought promptly?”

The man lowered his head, choking back sobs, but didn’t speak.

Zhao Sixi also grew anxious, “Uncle, say something.”

The man raised his head, his eyes red and swollen, and glanced at her. He slowly shifted his gaze to Si Qingyu, his entire body shrinking, “We… we don’t have silver…”

Upon hearing this, Si Qingyu found it unbelievable, “You didn’t go see a doctor for this reason?”

Zhao Sixi on the side was also especially angry. She stamped her foot in anger, “Uncle, why didn’t you tell me? You knew I was at the clinic. If you had told me, it would have been fine!”

The man lowered his head deeply, his long bangs covering his face. He stammered, “Your aunt didn’t want to trouble you in the first place. And we both thought the wound wasn’t too serious at the time, so we just bandaged it ourselves. Who knew…” As he spoke, he covered his mouth and started crying again.

He looked at Si Qingyu in tears and suddenly put his hands on the ground, kowtowing, “Doctor Si, please save my wife. If she’s gone, there’s no way to live on!”

How could she bear this? Si Qingyu hurriedly helped him up, “You don’t need to do this. Even if you didn’t say, I wouldn’t stand by and watch someone die.”

However, this wound was indeed a bit tricky. Si Qingyu turned her head and asked Zhao Sixi, who was standing behind, to bring a dagger and some hot water. She had to scrape off the necrotic flesh first before taking a look.

Taking the sterilized dagger from Zhao Sixi’s hand, she sat by the bedside and placed a piece of coarse cloth under her leg. She carefully scraped off the necrotic flesh on the surface. The originally dying woman began to twitch in pain.

The man sitting on the ground looked at Si Qingyu scraping the necrotic flesh with a horrified expression. He covered his mouth with his hand, his voice trembling, “Doctor Si, with you doing this, my wife, she…” As he spoke, he started sobbing again.

Si Qingyu, who was concentrating on cleaning the wound, frowned impatiently. She wiped the necrotic flesh off the dagger with a clean coarse cloth and continued, “If you can’t bear to watch, go outside. Don’t disturb me here.”

Zhao Sixi, who was watching intently on the side and sweating, saw Si Qingyu’s impatience and quickly turned to the man, “Uncle, Doctor Si knows what she’s doing. Don’t worry. Why don’t you go out first?”