The material, color, and design of the window fabric, etc.
Lu Chuan accepted the paper and knew this was definitely not a small project. Just from the amount of paper, he could tell how much effort the lady had put in, so naturally, he didnât dare to slack off: "Yes, I will definitely do my best."
"Hmm." Ye Muyu got on the carriage and returned to the mansion.
She didnât take a nap at noon, and directly buried herself in writing script for an hour.
Then she took out the design plans and continued to revise them.
After being busy for an hour.
Ye Muyu changed into a simple attire and left the mansion to study medicine at the Lu Family Medical Hall.
She was too busy in the morning to come over, so she had to change it to the afternoon. Fortunately, the Lu Family Medical Hall was now well-known in Changâan City. Both ordinary civilians and the aristocratic gentry were willing to come to the Lu Family Medical Hall for consultations, ensuring that there was no shortage of patients every day.
Ye Muyu arrived at the medical hall and habitually went to the backyard first to greet Lu Sangqi.
But this time, surprisingly, Lu Sangqi wasnât there.
"Where is your young master?" Ye Muyu asked, a bit surprised.
"The young master went home before noon today and hasnât returned to the clinic yet. Quite a few patients specifically requested him for a diagnosis." The shopkeeper explained.
Ye Muyu was surprised but didnât delay. Following the rules, she went to help.
Itâs actually quite simple to become proficient in ancient medical skills. For example, some country barefoot doctors in the countryside would usually just have a few prescriptions and dare to prescribe them.
But this is the capital, naturally, things are different.
Ye Muyu is a cautious person. She has memorized many prescriptions and recognized medicinal herbs. She is quite good at questioning and pulse-taking in diagnosis, but she is always uncertain about observing and smelling.
This was also influenced by her habit of scanning patients first in the later generations to determine all sorts of body data before daring to make a conclusive diagnosis.
Without precise data, she always worried about misdiagnosis because it concerns human lives, and she naturally didnât dare to take it lightly.
Because of this, she was always influenced by data and couldnât make decisions decisively.
She realized that she couldnât change this in a short time, so she patiently stayed at the Lu Family Medical Hall to study. When unsure, she would ask other doctors. Over time, she gradually corrected this bad habit.
Lu Sangqi came in the late afternoon, just before it got dark.
Ye Muyu had seen over twenty patients and was preparing to go home.
Footsteps sounded outside, and she instinctively looked up to see Lu Sangqi. She couldnât help but raise an eyebrow: "You just got here now?"
"Is it because of something at home?"
"No." Lu Sangqi dismissed it quickly, his expression a bit odd.
It was precisely because of his reaction that Ye Muyu thought he might have encountered something.
While picking up medicine for a patient, she packed it and then took a break, following him into the backyard.
Lu Sangqi proactively went to the well, drew water, and offered it for her to wash her hands.
Ye Muyu took off her mask, wrung out a cloth, and wiped the sweat from her forehead: "You really have nothing going on?"
"No..." Lu Sangqi sighed, his eyes somewhat troubled.
"You donât appear as if nothingâs wrong." Ye Muyu didnât press for answers, quickly washed her face, "If you want to tell me, feel free to do so anytime. If you donât, I wonât ask too much."
Hearing her say this, Lu Sangqi, who originally didnât want to trouble her with personal matters, felt gratified by her concern, and a desire to confide emerged.
"Itâs about my marriage engagement." Lu Sangqi hesitantly said.
He was holding a cup of hot tea, not even reacting when it scalded him.
Ye Muyu, seeing him like this, became a little curious.