Jiang Shuyue emerged looking exhausted, and Zhou Yunshen and Zhou Shiye immediately went up to her.
Zhou Shiye ordered someone to bring warm water for her to wash her hands, then offered her a handkerchief. "Mother, are you all right?"
Jiang Shuyue was deeply touched. [Boohoo, that's my darling boy! So thoughtful and dependable.]
Zhou Yunshen gently took a lock of her hair. "It's all broken. Have Three Flowers tidy it up for you later."
Jiang Shuyue thought, [My bargain husband is thoughtful too! All that effort wasn't wasted. What reward should I ask him for? Crayfish season should be coming soon. Should I have him find me a cook, or open a little restaurant just to serve me crayfish?]
None of those things would be difficult for him.
But Zhou Yunshen didn't know what crayfish were, though he did know about shrimp.
It seemed he really was poorly informed. He ought to brush up on his knowledge.
"General Zhao."
Imperial Physician Zeng came out and said with gentle courtesy, "General Zhao, your wife's bleeding has stopped. She's rather weak at the moment, but I've given her medicine. Once she wakes tomorrow, a few more days of treatment should see her recover."
"Thank you, Imperial Physician Zeng. This is a small token of my gratitude. Please accept it."
Zhao Qing was a rough fellow who knew nothing about the finer points of such dealings. He actually had someone bring over a thousand taels of gold.
Officially, Imperial Physician Zeng still belonged to the Imperial Medical Bureau, and making house calls was part of his duties.
But faced with so much money, he could neither accept it nor refuse it. What an agonizing dilemma!
Jiang Shuyue's eyes gleamed at the sight of the gold. *[Who knew Old Zhao was so rich?