The housekeeper nodded, "Okay. I'll go invite Miss Song in right away."
Old Madam Yun then turned to look at Zhou Fengyan, "Fengyan, go and get my silk cheongsam."
"Okay."
After thinking for a moment, Old Madam Yun added, "Go get the one from Xiaonan Pavilion."
Xiaonan Pavilion was a shop specializing in handmade cheongsams.
The shop owner had exquisite craftsmanship and was an embroidery artist who had once received the title of 'International Master of Arts and Crafts.'
Xiaonan Pavilion's cheongsams were not only expensive, but they also only accepted three orders a year.
Therefore, being able to wear a cheongsam made by Xiaonan Pavilion was also a symbol of status and power.
Many people came admiringly.
Old Madam Yun had used many connections to get such a cheongsam, and she usually only wore it when attending important events.
Zhou Fengyan smiled and turned back, "Mom, don't you need to dress so formally?"
"If she can cure Yao Yao's face, then she will be the benefactor of this old woman!" Old Madam Yun continued, "Of course, you have to dress formally when meeting a benefactor."
Yun Shiyao was the only bloodline of the Yun family, and even more so the apple of Old Madam Yun's eye.
Watching Yun Shiyao become more and more inferior because of her appearance day by day was more painful than directly cutting Old Madam Yun's flesh.
"Okay," Zhou Fengyan nodded and quickly brought the cheongsam over.
A bright red cheongsam.
The meticulously embroidered hibiscus flowers were lifelike.
After all, it was made by a master. When Old Madam Yun put on this cheongsam, she looked dignified and beautiful, and time couldn't defeat her beauty.
After changing into the cheongsam, Zhou Fengyan helped Old Madam Yun downstairs.
The housekeeper was leading Song Baoyi towards the main hall.
Passing through corridors and a garden covering several acres, every design in the garden was by a famous artist, making people marvel.
After walking for more than ten minutes, they still hadn't reached the main hall.
Song Baoyi came from a wealthy family, grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth, and had seen a lot, but at this moment, walking in the Yun family's garden, she couldn't help but marvel in her heart.
No wonder the Yun family could become the head of the eight major wealthy families.
Their financial resources were indeed unmatched in Jiang City!
Ten minutes later.
The housekeeper led Song Baoyi to the main hall.
Hearing the footsteps outside, Zhou Fengyan immediately went out to greet her, "Miss Song."
Song Baoyi smiled and said, "Madam Yun."
"Please come in quickly," Zhou Fengyan made a 'please' gesture.
Song Baoyi stepped forward.
Zhou Fengyan followed behind.
Arriving at the main hall, Zhou Fengyan took the initiative to introduce, "Mom, this is Miss Song."
Old Madam Yun looked over.
The person who came was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with outstanding looks and a shapely figure, carrying a medicine box in her hand, and exuding a literary aura.
Worthy of being the number one talented woman.
Looking at Old Madam Yun sitting at the head of the table, Song Baoyi was slightly stunned.
She hadn't expected Old Madam Yun to come out to receive her personally.
Speaking of Old Madam Yun, she was also a heroine of her generation.
She lost her husband early and her son in her later years. If it were anyone else, they would have been devastated by such successive blows.
But Old Madam Yun had single-handedly supported the Yun family and developed it into the head of the eight major wealthy families in Jiang City!
Song Baoyi straightened her chest and looked at Old Madam Yun, neither humble nor arrogant, "Old Madam, I am Song Baoyi."
Old Madam Yun nodded and said with a smile, "I've long heard of Miss Song's reputation as the number one talented woman. Seeing you in person is indeed better than hearing about you."
"You flatter me," Song Baoyi continued, "I'm just a little more hardworking than most people."
Thinking that her excellence came from hard work.
Old Madam Yun then instructed the servant to serve tea, "Miss Song, please sit down."
Song Baoyi leaned forward and sat down.
"May I ask how many years Miss Song has been studying medicine?" Old Madam Yun then asked.
How many years studying medicine?
Hearing this, Song Baoyi frowned imperceptibly.
Was Old Madam Yun questioning her medical skills?
Since she had invited her to treat Yun Shiyao, why was she now questioning her medical skills? What did this mean?
Was it an insult?
As a talented woman and a descendant of a divine physician, Song Baoyi had her own integrity. She immediately stood up from her chair, "Old Madam Yun, I know I'm young, so you look down on me. In that case, please find someone more capable!"
Song Baoyi felt extremely disgusted.
What was wrong with her being young?
Just because she was young, could Old Madam Yun deny her excellence?
Old Madam Yun never expected that she was just casually asking about Song Baoyi's years of medical practice, and Song Baoyi would be so agitated.
Fortunately, Zhou Fengyan spoke up in time, "Miss Song, you've misunderstood! My mother didn't mean to question you. She was just marveling at your talent. You're so skilled in medicine at such a young age, you will definitely have great achievements in the future."
Speaking of this, Zhou Fengyan paused and then added, "It's an honor for our entire Yun family that you are willing to treat my daughter. Mom, isn't that right?"
Old Madam Yun also reacted at this time and immediately said with a smile, "Yes, yes, Fengyan is right. Miss Song, I'm old, not as quick-witted as you young people. I apologize to you here. Please don't hold it against an old woman like me who is halfway in the grave."
As long as Song Baoyi could restore Yun Shiyao's appearance, what did a smile mean?
Seeing Zhou Fengyan and Old Madam Yun both bowing their heads and apologizing repeatedly to her, Song Baoyi's vanity was instantly filled.
Zhou Fengyan was the head of the Yun family, and Old Madam Yun was a heroine in the eyes of outsiders.
Weren't these two people, who were proud to the bone, still being stepped on by her?
Since the two of them sincerely apologized to her, she wasn't the kind of person to hold grudges.
Song Baoyi continued, "Old Madam Yun, I hope you can understand that age is not the standard for measuring ability."
"You're right," Old Madam Yun continued to smile apologetically.
Song Baoyi didn't dwell on this issue anymore and continued, "Take me to see Miss Yun."
Zhou Fengyan said, "Miss Song, please follow me."
Song Baoyi nodded and followed Zhou Fengyan's steps.
Zhou Fengyan helped Old Madam Yun, and the three of them walked towards Yun Shiyao's room together.
Soon, they arrived at Yun Shiyao's room.
"Yao Yao," Zhou Fengyan reached out and knocked on the door, "Miss Song is here."
Soon, the door opened.
Although she was at home, Yun Shiyao still wore a mask, "Miss Song."
Song Baoyi nodded, walked into the room, put down the medicine box, "I'll apply some medicine to Miss Yun's face first. This medicine has a corrosive effect, so it will be very painful at night. If you really can't bear it, take some painkillers."
"Will taking painkillers affect the effect?" Yun Shiyao asked.
Song Baoyi said, "It will definitely have an effect."
"Then I won't take them."
Old Madam Yun felt very sorry for Yun Shiyao and said, "Miss Song, I heard that there are painkillers that won't affect the efficacy of the medicine if taken."
Song Baoyi frowned slightly, "Do you think I'm the doctor or you are? If there was such a medicine, wouldn't I have brought it out?"
It was ridiculous.
Old Madam Yun immediately apologized, "Miss Song, I didn't mean that."
Song Baoyi was too lazy to say so much to Old Madam Yun.
After applying the medicine to Yun Shiyao's face, Song Baoyi took out a prescription and handed it to Zhou Fengyan, "Madam Yun, get the medicine according to this prescription and drink it three times a day. I will come again the day after tomorrow to change the medicine for Miss Yun."
"Okay, thank you, Miss Song," Zhou Fengyan took the prescription with both hands.
Song Baoyi then said, "Then I'll leave first."
Zhou Fengyan and Old Madam Yun personally escorted Song Baoyi to the door.
Looking at Song Baoyi's back, Zhou Fengyan frowned slightly, "This Miss Song is different from what my classmate said. She's too arrogant."
Thinking of Song Baoyi's attitude towards Old Madam Yun, Zhou Fengyan felt very uncomfortable.
Old Madam Yun sighed, "As long as she has real skills and can cure Yao Yao, it doesn't matter how she treats me."
**
Half an hour later.
Song Baoyi returned to the Song family.
She had just stepped into the living room when she saw Song Hua carrying a medicine box upstairs.
Looking at Song Hua's back, Song Baoyi frowned slightly, "Mom, does elder sister also understand medicine?"
Zhou Lei snorted coldly, her eyes full of sarcasm, "What medical knowledge does she understand? She probably saw that you know medicine, so she's also pretending to carry a medicine box, imitating Dong Shi, not even feeling ashamed!"