The Youngest Daughter, Chang Le

Chapter 93: Tang Ming’s Calligraphy

Chapter 93

Zhu Changle was the type of person who couldn't stay upset for long, quickly deflating on her own. Before long, she had forgotten about the unpleasant matters and was chattering away about this and that.

Most of the time, Qiuli only needed to lend an ear, occasionally responding with a word or two, and she could talk on her own for half a day.

"We're here, we're here."

When the caravan passed by Gu'an on the way to Yunbei, they didn't enter the city. Now, looking at Gu'an's city gate, Zhu Changle clicked her tongue, "In comparison, Yunbei's gate looks really shabby!"

"Compared to where is it not shabby?"

"Qiuli, you always have to speak the truth." Zhu Changle crossed her arms, clearly plotting something. "If we come from the Yunbei direction and swagger in, we'll be watched, right?"

"Mm."

"Then let's do what martial artists do best." Zhu Changle chuckled, "We may not be good at much else, but climbing walls is our specialty."

Qiuli glanced at her, clearly understanding she didn't want to be watched and followed to Heart Ease Medical Hall, causing trouble. Yet she insisted on making it sound so mischievous, as if they were up to no good.

"Come on, this way."

The two easily entered the city in an unusual manner. Zhu Changle got her bearings and headed towards the west of the city.

The person whose lively nature gave Lady Zhang headaches remained silent as they walked along the bustling streets of the city. The prosperity of a place could be seen in the demeanor of its people. The locals here, thriving on the blood of neighboring counties, all looked vibrant and energetic. Even their voices were full of vigor. Their faces showed satisfaction with the present, and their eyes held hope for the future.

But the people of Yunbei had none of this.

Yunbei rarely even heard laughter. No, except for when they cried with laughter after winning the fight at the city gate, she had never heard laughter anywhere else.

"Cotton candy," Qiuli tugged at Changle's sleeve. "Want some?"

Zhu Changle grabbed his hand in return, "I don't want to spend a single copper coin here."

Qiuli went along with her, letting her pull him by the sleeve as they walked forward.

The two were strikingly good-looking, one in red and one in white, walking side by side like a perfect pair. More and more gazes fell upon them. Zhu Changle, used to being looked at, paid no mind. As for Qiuli, people and things unrelated to him could die right in front of him and he wouldn't bat an eye, let alone care about a few extra glances.

With Heart Ease Medical Hall in sight, Qiuli looked at the small clinic and asked, "Shall we rob it?"

"Pfft!" Zhu Changle burst out laughing. Her hand moved, realizing she was still holding onto him, and she let go, patting her hands and snorting, "This is different. Medicine is for saving people, regardless of boundaries."

Cotton candy is actually the same, Qiuli thought to himself.

"The clinic is smaller than I expected." Looking around and not seeing Tantuo, Zhu Changle didn't bother searching for him. She stepped towards the clinic, extremely curious about Tang Ming's relationship with this place.

At that moment, there was only an apprentice inside. Seeing the two, he hurriedly came out to greet them, "Are you here for a consultation or to buy medicine?"

"To buy medicine." Zhu Changle handed over the prescription. "Please see if you have all these medicines."

The apprentice looked no more than fifteen years old. He took the prescription and said, "Please wait a moment, customers."

Zhu Changle nodded, openly examining the clinic that Tang Ming had insisted she visit.

The clinic wasn't large but was well-organized. Floor-to-ceiling medicine cabinets lined the walls, with various herbs placed in every corner. To the left as you entered were tables and chairs, clearly where the resident doctor saw patients.

Taking a deep breath, Zhu Changle found the smell extremely familiar. She could even distinguish the differences within it. For example, the smell that constantly surrounded her eldest brother was bitter, while the medicinal scent on the old monk was fragrant. The scent here was also fragrant.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, customers."

It was a woman's voice!

Zhu Changle turned to look at the woman who had walked out from the back room. Female doctors were rare.

"How many doses of medicine do you need?" As she spoke, the woman opened the prescription that the apprentice had given her inside. As soon as she saw it, she froze, lowering her head to read the characters more carefully.

Zhu Changle pretended not to notice her strange behavior and smiled, "Shopkeeper, do you have all these medicines?"

"Yes, yes, we do." The woman forced a smile. "How much Huafeng Ointment do you need?"

"How much do you have in stock?"

"I... I can't give you an exact number right now. I need to go to the storeroom and count. Would you mind... mind giving me some time?"

"Of course, please go ahead. However, we need to return today, so we can't stay long."

The woman clearly wanted to ask something, but she opened and closed her mouth, holding back. She nodded and hurriedly instructed the apprentice to serve tea before leaving.

The apprentice led the two to sit in the consultation area, served tea, and then went about his business.

Zhu Changle moved closer to Qiuli and whispered, "Did you notice anything?"

"The handwriting."

Zhu Changle nodded repeatedly, "Right, she recognized the handwriting at a glance. How familiar must she be to recognize it instantly? I couldn't even recognize your handwriting."

"I can recognize yours."

"Huh?" Zhu Changle was quite surprised. "Are we that close already?"

"Your handwriting is too unique. Most people can't write like that."

"Qiuli, you've turned bad." Zhu Changle, well aware of her handwriting, moved back and picked up her teacup to drink. She decided that after finishing this cup of tea, she wouldn't speak to him anymore.

Qiuli took out a fan from his waist and poked Changle's shoulder, pointing to a chart on the wall for her to look at.

Zhu Changle leaned forward to take a look. It was just an acupoint chart, what was so...

Suddenly, Zhu Changle's eyes widened. She stood up to look closer. This handwriting, this handwriting!

She turned back and silently mouthed: Tang Ming?

Qiuli nodded. He had recognized it when they walked in earlier.

Oh my goodness! Zhu Changle got excited. Assuming Tang Ming had a very close relationship with this clinic, why was he in Yunbei? Even if he went to Yunbei out of a doctor's compassionate heart, why did he insist on her coming here in this way? The people of Yunbei couldn't leave, but no one was stopping him from Gu'an!

And why stick on a fake beard? Was he afraid of being recognized by people from either side?

Oh, this is so interesting! Zhu Changle sat back down, rubbing her hands mischievously. The mystery was about to be solved!

Qiuli opened his fan to cover his face. If Lady Zhu saw her daughter like this, she would probably chase her to beat her again.

There was a sound from the back room. Zhu Changle immediately sat up straight, her expression as serious as could be.

"We have over two hundred boxes of Huafeng Ointment in stock. How many would you like?"

Another change of person!

Zhu Changle looked towards the voice and saw it was an old man. She stood up, "I'll take them all."

The old man was somewhat surprised, "You want so many?"

"Yes, we'll use them all."

The old man came over and sat down, gesturing for the two to sit as well. "This medicine has a very specific use. It's only for treating arthritis. Even in severe cases, one box can last for several months. There's really no need to buy so many."

"We have many people with this condition where we're from, and they can all use this medicine. I'm afraid even this amount is far from enough. Dr. Tang said the Huafeng Ointment from your place is the most effective. Let me ask you, is it time-consuming to make this medicine? If possible, could you make some more? I can leave a deposit, and you can give me a date when I can come to collect it."

"This is a common medicine, it doesn't take much time. How many more would you like to order?"

"How long would it take for three hundred boxes?"

"The difference between two hundred and three hundred isn't large, we can make them all at once. It would take three days."

"Alright, let's do that then."