Song Qingchao lowered her head and began to think, "So, do you know of anything that can cure diseases?"
Lin Tingwan grunted, then slumped down and bit her hand. "If we're talking about the best medicine for malaria, it would have to be penicillin, but this era doesn't have the capability to develop it. As for traditional Chinese medicine, although I have some knowledge, I'm still unsure how to proceed."
"You say this illness is called malaria?" Song Qingchao's eyes lit up. "There's a way!"
She grabbed her saber and was about to leave, but Lin Tingwan pulled her back. Her voice was a little choked. "Miss, why are you leaving? This Artemisia annua... I still want to try if it works..."
Song Qingchao glanced at her. "Wait for me here."
She pulled back the hem of her skirt and hurried to where she had stopped the carriage. "Zhou Liu!"
Her shout immediately summoned the alert Zhou Liu.
Zhou Liu respectfully bowed and then called out, "Master."
Song Qingchao wasted no time. "Leave a signal for Zhou Ri to return and rendezvous with us. I've found the medicinal herb."
She drove the carriage inside, and Zhou Liu followed behind her.
Upon arriving, they found Lin Tingwan eagerly stuffing the Artemisia annua into her satchel.
Caught red-handed, Lin Tingwan immediately stood up straight. Upon seeing Zhou Liu, she instantly turned her face away, pretending nothing had happened by fiddling with her bangs.
Song Qingchao didn't dwell on it. She directly instructed Zhou Liu to load the Artemisia annua from the ground onto the carriage.
As Zhou Liu was moving it,
Lin Tingwan quietly leaned closer to her. "Miss, do you know this person?"
Song Qingchao covered her mouth with a fist and coughed lightly. "Um, I am Song Qingchao, the one who cleared out your house..."
Lin Tingwan froze upon hearing this.
But she quickly recovered and nudged Song Qingchao with her elbow. "Then do you still have a lot of things in your space that you haven't taken out?"
Song Qingchao gave her a strange look, but eventually nodded with disbelief.
She wanted to know how Lin Tingwan intended to help her.
Lin Tingwan immediately became joyful. "This is easy then!"
She rubbed her hands together and pointed into the cave. "This is the cave of the Medical Monster! There are many good things inside! Zhou Liu, quickly go and bring the things out!"
After speaking, she winked at Song Qingchao.
Song Qingchao looked at her with helplessness, but finally, with her "help," she managed to shake out all the medicinal herbs from her space.
Karma, it's not that it doesn't arrive, it's just that the time hasn't come.
She had emptied Lin Tingwan's home.
It seemed reasonable for Lin Tingwan to empty her space.
Reasonable?
Where was the reasonableness?
As soon as Song Qingchao finished thinking, she slapped herself.
This was utterly unreasonable!
She had been tricked by a little girl.
She had lived two lives, which meant she had lived for over thirty years.
This young girl might be a transmigrator, and while Song Qingchao didn't know her exact age in her previous life, combined with her current life, she definitely hadn't lived as long.
"Young Madam!" Zhou Ri, who had rushed over, exclaimed in surprise.
Lin Tingwan quickly went to meet him, but maintained an appropriate distance. "Zhou Ri, it's you. I'm so happy to see you."
"Miss Dai, why are you here?" Zhou Ri lowered his head shyly, then noticed Song Qingchao and bowed. "Master."
Song Qingchao acknowledged him without further comment.
Lin Tingwan immediately interjected, "Alright, don't be surprised. Don't you know my skills?"
She waved her hand. "Hurry up and help Zhou Liu with the work, so we can leave early and return early."
Zhou Ri glanced at Song Qingchao. Seeing that she didn't object, he eagerly moved to assist.
Song Qingchao had already anticipated this situation.
However, she wasn't too worried.
But she couldn't tolerate this little girl plotting against her.
Song Qingchao stepped forward with a smile. "Since you say you understand medical principles, why don't you come back with me? Where I am, there are two renowned physicians. One specializes in clinical practice, as you mentioned, and the other is more academically inclined. Both are rare talents, and they've already made some progress even without knowing the specifics of the illness."
She mused, "If Miss Lin can join them, perhaps the prescription can be formulated very quickly."
Lin Tingwan asked with doubt, "But I don't understand traditional Chinese medicine."
"It's fine," Song Qingchao continued to entice her. "Only you know when this disease is most deadly, and only you know what symptoms indicate improvement. With a talent like yours, the two renowned physicians can focus wholeheartedly on developing the prescription. What do you say?"
She coughed lightly. "Besides, there are a large number of books in the courtyard, and perhaps you can find what you're looking for there."
Lin Tingwan was finally moved by Song Qingchao's words.
She fiddled with her fingers, bit her lip, and looked at Song Qingchao's calm expression. Finally, she nodded resolutely. "Okay, I'll go with you!"
Song Qingchao smiled instantly. "That's the way."
After Zhou Liu and Zhou Ri finished loading the medicinal herbs onto the carriage, Song Qingchao also pulled Lin Tingwan into the carriage.
She placed Lin Tingwan beside her and then focused on driving the carriage, while also searching her mind for medical texts related to malaria.
Oh, really, why couldn't he just have a search function?
It always took half a day to find anything.
Meanwhile, Lin Tingwan, sitting beside Song Qingchao, hugged her knees and pondered.
If she had refused, would Song Qingchao have killed her...
She had been in this world for several years. For the first few years, she was orphaned and dependent. Although life in the temple wasn't exactly comfortable, at least she had something to cling to.
Later, she met her wealthy and noble father and learned about the original owner's background – she was the daughter of a rich merchant.
She also experienced a melodramatic plot like the true and false daughter trope.
But reality was often less dramatic.
Her father was very good to that fake daughter, and she didn't mind, as he wasn't her biological father anyway.
But out of gratitude for her nominal father's kindness, she helped him with his business ideas.
Unexpectedly, her nominal father was more capable than she had imagined.
She had only provided a few plans and some handicrafts that were easily available at home.
Her father had then made his business flourish.
The only thing she was dissatisfied with was that her father disagreed with her relationship with Xiang Yunling and constantly caused trouble for him.
However, this wasn't what saddened her the most.
What saddened her was that Xiang Yunling had backed down.
The man said he wasn't good enough for her and that she should find someone better.
But it didn't matter. In youth, who didn't have a past? A breakup was a breakup.
Lin Tingwan rested her chin on her arm and asked Song Qingchao with a whine, "Which direction are we heading?"
Song Qingchao also came back to her senses. "Xiang's Medical Hall."
"Clang."