"Then thank you, madam." Madam Jiao was naturally happy and left with her son in high spirits.
As Jiao Long was leaving, he turned to look at Yang Ruxin, but when Yang Ruxin glanced back, he left blushing.
"Jiao Shilang comes from a humble background and is a very upright person. He even helped my father back in the day, but even knowing that my father is the Marquis, he never mentioned it," Jiang Fangfei whispered to Yang Ruxin about Jiao Jinjunâs situation. "My parents never brought it up either, but they did advise me to look after the Jiao Family at certain occasions. Jiao Feng is still young, but has a good character and gets along well with Zizi..."
Yang Ruxin nodded: "I quite like young girls, too." Beijing has no shortage of officials, with countless official wives and daughters, each with their own temperaments and dispositions. Itâs not easy to meet a few decent ones, so as long as they can be befriended, she is willing to do so.
The treatment of the following patients went smoothly. Everyone knew that Madam Ruyi charged high fees, but the high cost came with benefits. Those who sought her treatment generally saw results by the next day, the fastest recovering in three to five days, and the slowest taking just half a month for the marks to disappear completely.
Yang Ruxin could be said to have become thoroughly famous.
Seeking medical treatment wasnât scary, but Yang Ruxin was unnerved by Hen Ziyue, the little girl persistently came to her house every morning to stand guard, practically doing all the work of Lun Yi and Hong Yi, more diligent than a real maid.
"Little Yueyue, you..." Yang Ruxin was quite troubled.
"Master, just accept me as your disciple." Hen Ziyue had really put everything on the line. Her personality was usually more quiet, but she had a special obsession with medicine. Because of this obsession, she was convinced by two county heads to shamelessly pursue her wish.
"Little Yueyue, itâs not that I donât want to accept you, but I truly donât have the qualification yet." Yang Ruxin rubbed her temple, "Besides, you should know that joining the Cloud Sect isnât easy..."
"I donât care," Hen Ziyue pouted, "I just want to become your disciple, I want to stay by your side."
"And I do too," Zheng Xianrou suddenly popped up, "I also want to learn medicine from you, I..." But before she could finish, she was pulled aside by Jiang Fangfei.
"Stop making a fuss," Jiang Fangfei shot Zheng Xianrou a glance, "With your character, you canât even recognize all the characters, and you want to learn medicine? Stop being a menace..."
"I..." Although Zheng Xianrou felt discontent, she didnât say anything more. Itâs true, she preferred practicing martial arts and had no interest in reading and embroidery.
Yang Ruxin didnât pay much attention to the occasionally capricious Zheng Xianrou, but she was genuinely troubled. Having one Yu Qingge was already enough to worry about, and now thereâs Hen Ziyue too. Plus, with a group of little buns at home, does she really have such a knack for mothering?
"You can come and play if you like, but donât consider yourself a maid anymore." Yang Ruxin finally compromised a bit, "But letâs not talk about apprenticeship." Her medical skills were largely thanks to her special abilities, so they werenât something easily learned by others.
Moreover, she wouldnât always stay in Beijing, so it wouldnât matter once she leaves.
"Alright," Hen Ziyue was already content, as long as she could stay by Yang Ruxinâs side, she was confident she could persuade her to take her as a disciple.