Farmhouse Green Plum

Chapter 493 The plan cannot keep up with the changes

Although Yuan Qing also wanted Song Ying to go to the Shen family so that they could spend more time together, he had no right to speak up.

At this moment, he was more anxious about the results of the college entrance examination. Only by knowing the results could he decide on his marriage earlier, which would make many things more convenient.

Because of the urgency and anticipation, the days of waiting for the results became particularly difficult.

Accustomed to the days of staying up late at night and waking up at dawn, Shen Jing woke up early the next day.

He wanted to pull up the quilt and continue sleeping, enjoying the nap he had longed for when he was studying, but then he thought of Song Ying and quickly got up again.

After packing up, he went straight to the guest room, "Brother Yuan, this is Sister Song Ying's first time in Shunqing Mansion. Let's take her on a tour today."

After he finished speaking, he rushed into the guest room and saw that the bedding on the bed was neatly folded, and the pens, inkstones, and writing brushes were neatly arranged on the desk by the window.

But there was no sign of Yuan Qing in the house.

It happened that the waiter in charge of the guest room came running over upon hearing the noise, and he asked, "Where is the person?"

The servant bowed and replied, "He's out."

"Where did you go?"

The servant shook his head, "Master Yuan didn't say anything, he just said he was going out of the house."

"Leave the house?" Shen Jing raised his voice. He thought that the so-called "leave" referred to the guest room, so why did he leave the house?

Don't even tell him!

At this moment, Yuan Qing, who was being missed by Shen Jing, was standing in front of Bai Tongzhi's residence. He politely said to the doorman, "Young man, is Doctor Song up yet? I'm a friend and fellow townsman of hers. I have some abdominal pain and would like her to take a look."

Seeing his scholarly attire, the concierge guessed he was the candidate who had taken the college entrance examination yesterday, so he became more patient. "What's your name? I have a message for you."

Yuan Qing bowed and said, "Excuse me, my surname is Yuan. Thank you for your help, young man."

Song Ying naturally got up at this time. Not long after, she trotted out, "You were fine yesterday, why do you have a stomachache now? What did you eat last night?"

As she spoke, she reached out and felt Yuan Qing's pulse. Judging from the pulse, he was just a little tired recently. He shouldn't have a stomachache, right?

She was just wondering when Yuan Qing winked at her and asked in a low voice, "When will Miss Bai come back to see you?"

Song Ying was a little confused as to why he asked this, but she still replied, "Miss Bai came back last night and has already examined her."

Yuan Qing's eyes lit up, "Not many people in Shunqing Prefecture know us, so why don't we go out and play today?"

Song Ying blinked and realized that his so-called stomachache was an excuse. He just wanted to invite her to play in the capital city.

She glanced at the gate not far away and nodded: "Okay, I'll go in and say goodbye to the Bai family first. By the way, are you going to announce the results tomorrow? I want to see you announce the results with my own eyes, but I can only wait for one day at most."

Yuan Qing's eyes lit up with a smile, "The results will be announced tomorrow. I'll accompany you to the inn tonight. There must be an extra room tonight."

After the college entrance examination, some candidates from poor families will rush back today to save the cost of one night's accommodation, and come back tomorrow to see the results. There will definitely be two guest rooms available.

Song Ying curled her eyes and said, "Then wait for me, I'll go and say goodbye!"

As she said this, she was about to turn around and walk back, but at this moment, someone rushed past and bumped into her, causing her to stagger.

"Be careful!" Yuan Qing hurriedly supported Song Ying and asked anxiously, "Are you okay? Did you twist your ankle?"

"It's okay." Halfway through shaking her head, she remembered something and hurriedly touched her purse. Only then did she relax and said, "It's not lost. It wasn't stolen."

Yuan Qing felt relieved and was planning to question the other party, but when he heard the last sentence, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

How can it be so cute?

"It's so early in the morning, and there aren't many people around. How could a thief steal something in such a situation? Besides, this is outside the Tongzhifu. Which thief would dare to come here?"

"It's better to be safe than sorry. It's so frustrating to have your money stolen." As he said that, Song Ying turned around and looked at the rude passerby who bumped into him.

But he saw the other party almost gliding towards the Bai family's gatehouse, "Brother, I'm looking for the little genius doctor. Is the little genius doctor here? My son is vomiting blood again. Please help me pass the message. I need to find the little genius doctor!"

This was the voice of a young man, his voice trembling violently, revealing endless fear and panic.

Song Ying looked at Yuan Qing and sighed, "It's too late to play."

Yuan Qing also sighed and said helplessly: "I'll accompany you to the consultation."

Song Ying nodded and walked over there.

The doorman also helped the man to his feet and pointed at Song Ying who was walking towards them: "The little doctor is right there. You just bumped into her."

The man simply ignored the last sentence, turned his head sharply, pushed open the doorman, and stumbled towards Song Ying again, "Little doctor, please save my son! Please save my son!"

It was at this time that Song Ying and the others saw large stains of blood on his clothes on his chest, which had turned dark brown due to drying in the shade.

Song Ying's eyes narrowed slightly, and he supported the man who was about to kneel down, saying in a deep voice, "I'll go with you!"

The man burst into tears of gratitude and stood up to pull Song Ying away. Yuan Qing quickly stretched out his hand to stop them and said, "Just lead the way."

The man then realized his impoliteness and said hurriedly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. In my haste, I forgot that you, my little doctor, are a woman."

"It's okay." Song Ying has seen many anxious patients' families. "Wait a moment, I'll go get the medicine box."

Although the man was anxious, he could only wait. Seeing this, Yuan Qing comforted him, "She will be out soon. Brother, please sort out your thoughts first and tell Dr. Song about your son's condition on the way. This will save you a lot of time when you get to see him."

"Yes, yes, yes." The man nodded repeatedly, "Let me think about it. It was about ten days ago. My son woke up in the morning with a nose bleeding. I asked him to tilt his head back. This is what we did when we had nose bleeding when we were young.

Unexpectedly, he suddenly vomited blood again, and it was blood clots. The color was also a little wrong, purple-red. I was scared and immediately took him to Jishidiang to ask Doctor Qi to treat him.

Doctor Qi stopped the bleeding and prescribed some medicine, and he got better. Unexpectedly, the day before yesterday, his nose started bleeding again, so I rushed him to Jishidiang. The medicine he was given this time had no effect, and he even fell into a coma.

I had bleeding again last night, and it was curfew, so I couldn't go to the hospital. My wife and I tried every possible way, and finally stopped the bleeding at dawn.

I heard that the young miracle doctor had arrived in Shunqing Prefecture, so I hurried over to invite him."

Yuan Qing didn't know medicine, so the only useful thing about these words to him was that they basically ruled out the possibility that the man was a bad person.

The guest room where Song Ying lived was in the inner courtyard. He had to explain a few words to the maids before he could take the medicine box and leave. After the man explained the situation, he waited for a while before he saw Song Ying running out like a gust of wind with the medicine box on his back.

Yuan Qing gestured for her to give him the medicine box. Song Ying didn't hesitate to ask as they walked over, "How old is your son? When did he start vomiting blood? Are there any other symptoms?"