But Ye Wanmian couldn't understand dog language. She thought Dahuang just wanted to play with her. She rubbed Dahuang's head, coaxed it in a low voice, and then went to sleep.
Seeing that she ignored it, Dahuang whimpered, turned around, and ran out again.
Perhaps because Ye Wanmian knew that Yuanzheng had set up a maze in the yard and no one would notice anything strange here, she slept extremely soundly that night.
When she woke up the next day, after washing up, she looked at herself in the mirror, so different from before, and fell into deep thought.
Last night, Taoist Yuanzheng had said that the birth date the Ye family had told her was not hers. Then when was her real birth time?
Jiang Zhiqing, who had become stupid, couldn't tell her the answer to this question. Ye Wanxing and Ye Huan, who had come to Dongli Town with the Prince of Sui, would never tell her either.
Then who could she ask?
In this world, who else knew what had happened back then?
Unable to figure it out, she gently shook her head, found the yellow talisman that Taoist Yuanzheng had given her last night, carefully folded it into a small triangle, and then put it into the small sachet she usually carried close to her body and stuffed it into her pocket.
With this talisman, it would be much more convenient for her to act in Dongli Town in the future. She didn't have to worry about being recognized anymore.
Going out, Ye Wanmian first walked towards the room that had been temporarily vacated for Taoist Yuanzheng to stay in last night. She wanted to ask him what he would like to have for breakfast.
Unexpectedly, when she got closer, she found that the door was ajar. She gently pushed it open, and the room was already empty. The quilt was neatly folded, and the person had already left.
Seeing a folded piece of paper left on the table, Ye Wanmian stepped forward, picked it up, and unfolded it. She saw a poem written in a very elegant font on it.
"Just like under the lamp, an old friend from afar returns to face the shadow."
Ye Wanmian read it out softly.
What did this mean?
It looked like a poem, but why did Taoist Yuanzheng leave such a poem for her?
Unable to figure it out after much thought, she had to put the note away.
After leaving this room, Ye Wanmian went to the next room to take a look.
In order to keep an eye on the three lamps, Qi Wen didn't dare to sleep all night. Seeing Ye Wanmian, he yawned and said lazily, "Madam Jiang, you're here."
To Ye Wanmian's surprise, Dahuang, which had run out of her room last night, was lying on the floor beside the bed. It seemed to be guarding Xiao Jingcheng. Even when Ye Wanmian came, it didn't get up to greet her. It just wagged its tail from side to side.
"What's Dahuang doing..." Ye Wanmian asked.
Qi Wen said, "It came last night and just lay there, staring at that person without moving. I don't know what it's up to."
"Is Dahuang guarding for you, Qi Wen? You're such a good boy." Ye Wanmian said with a smile as she stroked Dahuang's head. Dahuang stuck out its tongue and licked the palm of her hand in reply.
Getting up, Ye Wanmian looked at the man on the bed.
The three life lamps were burning beside Xiao Jingcheng, and the dancing flames illuminated his face. The Tianli vine had changed his skin color, but it was hard to change his facial features. The light left deep and three - dimensional shadows on his face, and the man was still extremely handsome.
She sat down by the bed and held the other's wrist to feel his pulse.
The return of the three souls and seven spirits didn't have much impact on his pulse. It was still the same as before. His breathing was also steady and long, as if he was just sleeping.
It seemed that they had to wait for three days to know the result.
She stroked the yellow dog's head, said hello to Qi Wen, then turned around and left. After a simple breakfast, she went to the front of the shop to receive patients.
She remembered there was still a patient in the shop. After she had checked all the medicinal materials, she went to see how the patient was doing.
When she pushed open the door, she found that Li Zhao had already woken up. He was half - lying on the head of the bed, staring blankly out of the window. Hearing the sound, he turned his head and nodded slightly at Ye Wanmian.
Ye Wanmian brought him two steamed sweet potatoes for breakfast and asked, "Uncle Li, how do you feel now? Do you still have any symptoms?"
Li Zhao's gaze followed her movements. He opened his mouth and said, "I still feel stuffy in the chest and weak. My throat is dry and painful, and I feel a lot of turbidity in my body when I breathe."
Ye Wanmian listened attentively and said, "It seems we were a bit late in saving you. The wind - cold has entered your lungs. Although the scenery outside the window is nice, Uncle Li, you're not fully recovered yet. You'd better not expose yourself to the cold. Come, let me feel your pulse."
Li Zhao stretched out his hand to Ye Wanmian. She held his wrist and carefully identified his pulse. Then she asked him to turn around and pressed a strange thing on his back. She asked him to breathe deeply to listen to the wheezing in his lungs.
"The prescription needs to be changed today." Ye Wanmian sat down at the table, picked up a pen, and wrote out a new prescription. "Your fever has subsided. Now we have to clear your lungs as soon as possible, or it will recur in the future."
Li Zhao quietly looked at her and asked in a chatting tone, "Miss, you're wearing a married woman's hairstyle. Are you married?"
Ye Wanmian wouldn't reveal her details to a stranger. She said with a smile, "Yes, I'm married, but my husband died on the battlefield on the border. Now I'm the only one in my family."
"Only you in your family?" He chewed on these words. "Where are your other family members?"
Ye Wanmian finished writing the prescription and was waiting for the ink to dry. She looked up at him and smiled, "I've already said that now I'm the only one in my family."
"Your parents..." Li Zhao was about to ask further, but Ye Wanmian had already stood up.
"Uncle Li, remember to have your breakfast. I'll go and prepare and boil the medicine for you. Although I know it might be hard to persuade you, you'd better stop drinking. It's a big taboo when you're sick."
After saying that, she walked out. Li Zhao subconsciously sat up, which pulled at his breath. He covered his lips and coughed violently, with tears overflowing from his eyes.
Ye Wanmian didn't take what had just happened to heart. She grabbed a new set of medicinal herbs according to the prescription and then started boiling them in a small medicine stove outside the medical clinic.
The tongues of fire rolled, and wisps of white smoke drifted out of the medicine stove. Ye Wanmian held a palm - leaf fan and gently waved it. She propped her chin with one hand and was still carefully pondering the words left by Yuanzheng.
Just like under the lamp, an old friend from afar returns to face the shadow.
What was this talking about?
It mentioned an old friend. Did it mean that a familiar person would appear in front of her soon?
This person left just like that. Why did he still leave her a riddle? Were all Taoists so strange in their temperaments?
She muttered to herself.
Counting the days, her master and the Prince of Mu had been away from Dongli Town for seven or eight days. She didn't know where they were now. And what did the fake corpse in the ice coffin look like now?
If her master and the Prince of Mu knew that the real Crown Prince was now in the medical clinic, they would surely be greatly shocked!
"Excuse me, is this Dr. Wang's medical clinic?"
Suddenly, a man's voice rang in Ye Wanmian's ear. She came back to her senses, her pupils suddenly constricted, and she almost dropped the palm - leaf fan in her hand.
A man and a woman were standing in front of her. The woman was wearing a veil hat on her head, so her appearance couldn't be seen clearly, but the man's face was extremely familiar to Ye Wanmian—
It was actually Ye Huan!
Then this woman must be Ye Wanxing!