Chapter 201 Madam Ling
For a moment, the originally spacious street was blocked by crowds of people.
The chirping of children and the constant laughter are heard.
Ye Wanqing quietly let go of Chu Anlan's hand, asked Mo Yan and Liu Ying to protect him, and then retreated to the side of the street and waited.
Qianxi was shocked: "Will Little Pomegranate be rubbed bald?"
Bald little fox?
Ye Wanqing imagined it and couldn't help laughing: "If he really is bald, it will probably take a long time to coax him to get better."
"Princess, are you hungry?" Ying Xiang asked from the side.
Ye Wanqing turned around and saw a shop selling peach cakes and peach syrup on the street: "It will probably take a long time for the prince, go buy a cup of peach syrup. Buy one for yourself and Yingxiang as well, and ask Mo Yan and the others if they want some."
"I'll go buy it." Qianxi said, "The purse is with me."
Ye Wanqing smiled: "Go ahead."
It was the peach ripening season in Lin'an City. There were already many people selling peaches on the street, and the fragrance of peaches was floating in the wind.
On the street, many people were holding ice drinks in bamboo cups and drinking them slowly through straws.
The millennium came quickly and came back just as quickly.
She first brought Ye Wanqing's cup, then happily ran to get the second and third cups.
When I came back, something unexpected happened.
She was holding a cup of peach syrup in one hand and was running fast, so she bumped into a frail young woman without noticing.
After a "bang", the woman fell to the ground and fainted.
The baby in her arms cried weakly.
Hearing the baby crying, many people looked over.
Ye Wanqing only took a glance, then frowned and walked over, looking at the baby being picked up and the woman being helped up, and asked, "What's going on?"
Qianxi was so frightened that she was at a loss for words. She opened her hands stained with peach juice and said, "I just touched her accidentally and she fell down..."
Hearing the noise here, more and more people gathered around.
The young woman who fainted was skinny, her skin was abnormally red, and there were bruises under her eyes. It seemed that she had not rested for a long time and her body could no longer hold on.
The baby next to him was so small that his skin, which should have been fair and tender, turned out to be sallow. He looked sick and extremely pitiful.
Passersby were in a panic, urging the mother and child to be taken to the hospital.
Someone accused Ye Wanqing: "How do you discipline your servant? Did you let her hurt someone?"
"That's right! You can tell at a glance that he's from out of town!"
"Someone come and report this to the authorities. We can't just let this matter go!"
"Mrs. Ling is already pitiful enough!"
"..."
The noise of people talking at once grew louder and louder.
Qianxi's eyes turned red with anxiety, and she was furious: "You have said all the good and bad things about me! It's true that I hit someone, but she is so sick, isn't it because of me? What does the person I hit have to do with my family's Miss Jun...?
You guys talk about me, why do you talk about my lady? ! "
As soon as the words fell, someone said, "Then tell me what to do!"
Ye Wanqing, who had been unable to speak, frowned and walked over, half-knelt on the ground, bent over and asked, "Are you okay?"
The woman was motionless and had lost consciousness.
Ye Wanqing frowned even more tightly, rolled up his wide sleeves, and put his hand on the young woman's forehead.
The scorching heat came through the palms.
It really is feverish.
Ying Xiang was a little worried and whispered, "I hope it's not some contagious disease..."
Ye Wanqing shook her head.
She stood up and said, "This lady has a fever. I will send her to the clinic immediately. Does anyone know her identity? I can send someone to inform her family."
As she spoke, she took the baby and asked Yingxiang and Qianxi to help the unconscious woman up.
The passers-by then realized that they had misunderstood her.
So, everyone started talking at once: "Mrs. Ling, how can she have any family? Her parents died young, her husband was murdered, and there is no one left in her husband's family." "She and this child are the only ones left in the Ling family."
"Mrs. Ling, what a pitiful person."
"..."
Mrs. Ling?
My husband was murdered and there is no one left in my husband’s family?
Why does it sound more familiar the more I listen to it?
Even Yingxiang looked at Ye Wanqing hesitantly.
Ye Wanqing looked at the middle-aged woman closest to her and said, "Excuse me, is the husband of this Madam Ling called Ling Huan?"
"How do you know?" the woman was slightly surprised.
Suddenly, a young woman pointed at Ye Wanqing and said, "The more I look at you, the more familiar you look to me. Are you from the capital? You also came to Lin'an in March this year?"
As soon as the woman spoke, someone else asked, "Isn't this the princess who spoke up for Master Ling Huan in the government office when he got into trouble?"
"She really is the princess from the capital!"
"..."
Still got recognized.
Ye Wanqing held the baby in her arms and said, "Since Madam Ling has no family, I will take her and the child to the clinic for treatment. If there are any neighbors who are free, they can go to the clinic with me."
As soon as she finished speaking, someone immediately said, "You are the princess from the capital, we can trust you!"
"Yes!" The people next to him echoed: "You spoke for Master Ling at that time, we all remember it!"
"Mr. Ling is a good person, and the princess is also a good person. With you here, Madam Ling and little Mr. Ling will definitely get better soon!"
"..."
As he spoke, someone came forward to help.
At this time, Chu Anlan pushed through the crowd and came over, holding the little pomegranate whose hair stood on end from being touched, and asked, "What's going on? Who is this?"
Ye Wanqing explained it briefly.
Chu Anlan frowned: "Although Ling Huanren is dead, he was at least a tribute scholar this spring. If he were alive, he would be an official. Why is there no one to take care of his widow? Do local officials eat vegetarian food?"
"Let's not talk about this for now." Ye Wanqing said, "Mrs. Ling has a persistent high fever and needs to be sent to the clinic as soon as possible."
"Row."
The group took the man to the nearest clinic.
The doctor took one look at her and immediately put down his work. He had Madam Ling carried to the couch, took her pulse, wrote her a prescription, and asked his apprentice to pick up and boil the medicine...
Then, he examined the young master of the Ling family.
After drinking the medicine, almost half an incense stick of time passed before Mrs. Ling woke up slowly on the couch.
When she opened her eyes, she stood up in a panic: "Child, where is my child?"
Although he was so weak that he had almost no strength left, he still struggled to get out of bed.
Qianxi, who was closest to her, quickly supported her and said, "Young Master Ling just drank the medicine. You lie down first."
Mrs. Ling tilted her head weakly.
Ye Wanqing also turned her head to look at her.
Mrs. Ling was stunned.
Ye Wanqing rocked the new cradle gently and nodded to Madam Ling gently, "Young Master Ling is fine. Madam's fever has just subsided. Lie down and rest. In half an hour, after the doctor has checked your pulse, you can take the young master home."
Madam Ling said with difficulty: "I don't need to thank you for your kindness..."
"Madam, you are too kind." Ye Wanqing said slowly, "My husband and his servants have gone to get food. Madam, please take your time. You should eat something to fill your stomach later."
Upon hearing this, Madam Ling stood up and saluted: "How dare I trouble you?"
"It's nothing. Don't bother." Ye Wanqing gestured to Qianxi to help the person lie down, and asked Qianxi to feed Mrs. Ling some water.
For a moment, they looked at each other in silence.
Madam Ling looked up at Ye Wanqing several times before asking, "Are you... the princess in the capital?"
"Madam, do you know me?" Ye Wanqing was surprised.