nucmednet Chapter 270 You Should Save Your Mother
Chapter 270 You Should Save Your Mother
With her extraordinary medical skills that could bring the dead back to life, and with the added prestige of Medicine King Valley, Ye Qingchen's name spread like a spring breeze across the land, reaching every corner of the Great Xia Dynasty. Now, not only people from all over the Great Xia Dynasty, yearning for recovery, flock to her, but even people from distant vassal states have heard of her legend and come to seek her out.
That day, the clinic was filled with the rich aroma of medicine, as busy as ever. Ye Qingchen wore a light blue robe, the soft fabric swaying gently with her movements. A plain ribbon was tied around her waist, perfectly outlining her slender figure. Her long hair, as smooth as black silk, was casually tied into a bun, with a few strands falling beside her fair, snow-white cheeks, further highlighting the gentle yet resilient quality in her eyes. She was like an orchid blooming in spring, fresh and refined.
She sat at an antique-style desk, intently treating a patient. She gently placed her long, slender, white fingers on the patient's wrist, her expression focused, her eyes filled with concern and gentleness, as if the whole world had shrunk to just her and the patient before her. "Sir, you have insufficient qi and blood, coupled with overwork, leaving your body somewhat weak. I'll prescribe some restorative medicine for you. Please take it on time, and remember to get plenty of rest and avoid overexertion," Ye Qingchen said softly, her voice like a gentle stream, clear and melodious, carrying a reassuring power.
The patient nodded gratefully, her eyes filled with respect: "Thank you so much, Dr. Ye! You're truly a miracle doctor! Without you, I don't know what would have happened to my old bones." Ye Qingchen smiled slightly, a smile as warm and gentle as the spring sun. Just as she was about to write a prescription, a slight commotion came from the clinic entrance. She instinctively looked up, her gaze as calm as autumn water, and saw a woman dressed in exotic clothing slowly entering the clinic. The woman's skin was as white as snow, seemingly radiating a soft glow in the sunlight. Her eyes were like twinkling stars in the night sky, bright and deep, and her long, glossy black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, a few strands swaying gently with her light steps, carrying a unique charm. However, what was most astonishing was the striking resemblance between her features and Ye Qingchen's, as if they had been carved from the same mold. If it weren't for the differences in temperament and clothing, one would almost think they were the same person.
The moment Ye Qingchen saw her, she froze, nearly dropping the calligraphy brush in her hand. Her eyes were filled with confusion and shock, her mouth slightly open, but she couldn't utter a word. "The Holy Maiden of Southern Xinjiang, I haven't even looked for her yet, why is she here?" Ye Qingchen exclaimed inwardly, her gaze fixed on the woman, as if trying to find the answer in her face.
Those around them cast curious glances and whispered amongst themselves, their voices rising and falling like the buzzing of bees. "Who is this woman? How can she look so much like Doctor Ye? It's unbelievable!" "Yes, I've lived most of my life and never seen two people so alike, like sisters." The woman seemed unconcerned by the stares; her gaze was firm and composed as she walked straight towards Ye Qingchen. Her steps were light and elegant, each step carrying an innate air of mystery that drew everyone's attention.
“Princess Lanyi, we meet again. Do you remember me?” The woman walked up to Ye Qingchen and asked softly. Her voice was clear and melodious, like a mountain spring flowing through the noisy clinic. Ye Qingchen nodded slightly, her gaze still fixed on her, trying to find a clue in her eyes: “What brings you to my clinic today, Holy Maiden?” The woman raised her chin slightly, a complex expression flashing in her eyes—surprise, emotion, and a touch of sadness: “You remember me!” Ye Qingchen smiled. She had seen her in the palace of Daxia before, and she had been surprised by their resemblance, but hadn't had a chance to find out why. She never imagined they would meet in this way. The two looked so alike, which stirred a strange unease in her heart.
"What business does the Holy Maiden of Southern Xinjiang have with me today?" Ye Qingchen suppressed her surprise, striving to maintain a calm expression and speak as steadily as possible. The Holy Maiden of Southern Xinjiang glanced around, noticing the curious gazes of the crowd, and frowned slightly. Her furrowed brow was like ripples on a lake in spring breeze: "There are too many people here. May I speak with you in private?" Ye Qingchen hesitated, her heart filled with doubt and wariness, but curiosity prevailed. In the end, she nodded.
She turned to Bai Zhi and said, "I'll go to the back first. You're in charge here. If anything urgent happens, call me immediately." Bai Zhi looked at the Southern Frontier Saintess with concern, then at Ye Qingchen, her eyes full of care: "Your Highness, please be careful. This Southern Frontier Saintess's sudden appearance... I have a feeling something's not right." Ye Qingchen smiled slightly, trying to reassure Bai Zhi: "Don't worry, I'll be careful. You take good care of the patients up front."
Ye Qingchen followed the Holy Maiden of Southern Xinjiang to the small courtyard behind the medical clinic. The courtyard was filled with various flowers and plants; it was springtime, and the blossoms were in full bloom, their vibrant colors vying for attention and releasing enchanting fragrances. A gentle breeze blew, and petals drifted down like snowflakes, scattering across the stone path of the courtyard, creating a beautiful scene. However, Ye Qingchen had no heart to appreciate the beauty; her heart was filled with doubt and unease, as if a heavy stone was pressing down on her chest. "Speak," she said, "what is it?"
Ye Qingchen looked at the Southern Frontier Saintess and asked calmly, her eyes revealing a firm and unwavering resolve. The Southern Frontier Saintess turned around and quietly looked at Ye Qingchen, her eyes filled with complex emotions—surprise,感慨, and a faint sadness. Her eyes were like a bottomless lake, unfathomable. "You and I look so alike, aren't you curious?" the Southern Frontier Saintess asked softly, her voice gentle yet exceptionally clear in the tranquil courtyard.
Ye Qingchen frowned slightly, her brows furrowing like willow branches swaying gently in spring: "I am indeed curious, but I am even more curious about why you sought me out. I think this is the real purpose for you traveling all the way to the capital to find me." The Holy Maiden of Southern Xinjiang sighed softly, her sigh like a gentle breeze, carrying a hint of helplessness and sorrow: "You should save our mother."