Wen Shuyue fell ill. Her maid was so frightened her face turned pale, and she ran crying to the main courtyard to beg the Marchioness.
Hearing this, Fang personally went to Luohua Courtyard. Seeing Wen Shuyue lying in bed with a pale face, her heart ached immediately. "Where is the doctor? Why isn't he here yet!"
"The doctor is here, Madam," a maid called out, supporting an elderly doctor carrying a medicine chest as he trotted into the room.
The old doctor sat by the bed and checked the Miss's pulse through a handkerchief. He stroked the few sparse strands of his goatee on his wrinkled face, closing his eyes deep in thought.
Word spread quickly. The other courtyards heard the news, and the young ladies from the second and third branches of the Chu Family hurried over to visit.
Lin Zhishu was forced to stop halfway through. Though she didn't know what the female lead was fussing about this time, she still got up, tidied herself up, and took a sedan chair to Luohua Courtyard.
