In Changzhou's Hundred Herbs Hall, the people coming for consultations had their heads and faces covered, wrapped up tightly all over, as if they had some contagious disease.
"Excuse me, is this Hundred Herbs Hall?"
"Indeed it is."
Were the words on the plaque not big enough or not black enough for them to see?
"We've heard your family's Third Young Madam is proficient in medicine. We'd like to consult her."
"Sorry, but the Third Young Madam never sees patients."
Someone specifically requested the Zhao family's Third Young Madam, Xiao Chunnuan, for a consultation.
Doctor Chen was somewhat displeased; the Third Young Madam wouldn't hold consultations.
What ailment was there that he couldn't solve?
"After giving birth to a young master, my family's Fourth Concubine couldn't breastfeed, and that area became infected. We can only ask your Third Young Madam for help."
The nanny beside him whispered softly to Doctor Chen.
