The Lady’s Sickly Husband

Chapter 19: Panic, 100-Day Limit
Translator: Antonia
Fang Datang was really speedy. Within two hours, he brought back doctor Li from the village of Li clan.

“Doctor Li, what disease my husband is suffering?”

After doctor Li felt his pulse, Mo Qianxue had already waited next to them with a writing brush and paper on her hands, but the doctor pushed these away and said in a low voice, “The cold has entered the patient’s heart and lungs. I’m afraid only heaven could save him. At present, we can do nothing but wait for his fate to come.”

Mo Qianxue didn’t believe and ignored what the witch had said, but what doctor Li just had said threw her into hell.

“When I got out this morning, he was still good. Please, please save my husband. I’ll really appreciate you if you can save him!” Mo Qianxue’s face was full of tears before she finished.

Doctor Li had met with and used to all kinds of relatives of patients. They would either cry out to beg heaven and earth, or threat the doctor with disrespectful words, or remain silent and think for themselves a way out. All the strange scenes had given him the calamity to face a life-and-death moment.

Today, this Mo Qianxue’s sorrowful and bitter expression, the dripping tears from her eyes, the composure amidst forbearing, and the civility and elegance while speaking somehow touched him.

“Alas, alright. I have a secret prescription inherited from my ancestors. It’s a specific drug against cold. After three doses of it, your husband will wake up. Seven doses in a row can suppress the cold for a hundred days. But the guiding drug is really hard to obtain. One dose will cost at least fifty taels of silver.”

Doctor Li’s expression was complicated when telling her these, “After a hundred days, the cold can no longer be suppressed. By then… Do you still want this prescription?” What the unsaid words meant was self-evident, but Mo Qianxue still made a decision without hesitation.

A hundred days? Within a hundred days, she could definitely find a group of doctors for him, by then there must be a cure, “Doctor, please, I want this prescription. I’ll remember your kindness. When my husband gets well, we’ll personally visit you to thank you.”

After the diagnosis, doctor Li left and Fang Datang, with the silver Mo Qianxue gave him, hurriedly followed him to take back the medicine.

Fifty taels of silver for one dose. And seven doses would be three hundred and fifty taels! Why did him rob a bank? As soon as doctor Li left, sister Fang began to accuse him of black heart with back conscience.

Afterwards, sister Fang began to comfort Mo Qianxue while thinking in mink how to let this little sister finish sexual intercourse with her husband as soon as possible, so that with a child around her, she wouldn’t have to be sold out as a slave and the future would be promising for her.

Mo Qianxue, as if having recollected herself, then grabbed sister Fang by the hand, asking, “Sister, was there anything strange when you sent lunch at noon today?”

After driving away the witch, Mo Qianxue found that soaked clothes on the chair and remained perplexed. Just she didn’t have a chance to ask sister Fang.

“I’m just telling you this…”

Hence, sister Fang quickly told her everything in detail of what had happened in the afternoon. Though sister Fang couldn’t think straight what did aunt Fang and Taoer have to do with this accident, she felt uncomfortable to keep it to her own.

To be honest, the two people had acted strangely, though she couldn’t tell what was wrong in specific, the more she pondered, the stranger she felt.

If to say they poisoned Mr. Ning, was that possible? Mr. Ning was home-bound and never completed with nor had feuds with anyone. Even if he had slightly offended someone, he shouldn’t be hated to such an extent.

Elder Fang, Fang Taoer’s father, was also brother Fang’s uncle. They belonged to the same family. Therefore, sister Fang knew a little about the proposal.

She decided to ignore whether Mo Qianxue would be upset or not and just told her everything for good.

After helping Mr. Ning take the medicine, it was already late at night, and Mo Qianxue washed and went to bed.

She reached out to felt Ning Shaoqing’s pretty face. Sister Fang couldn’t figure out what had happened, but she, a modern woman who had watched loads of dramatic TV series, thought straight every detail as soon as she was told the whole story.

She was angry and grieved!

But seeing Ning Shaoqing was shaking nonstop, her heart ached, and she pulled her own quilt onto him too. Then she took off her clothes and slid into Ning Shaoqing’s quilt to warm him with her body.

Anyone calculating on her must be aware to bear the consequences. She must find a way to settle Fang Taoer’s marriage and find her a “good person” in order to thank Fang Taoer for her “kindness” today.

Until early in the morning, Ning Shaoqing’s body began to turn from cold to warm, and only then did Mo Qianxue dare to fall asleep in a daze.

She only took a snap for a while and then immediately struggled to get up. Yesterday, she had agreed with the seventh young lord that today around ten o’clock Baiyunju Restaurant sent people to take the tofu they needed today.

She had promised that there would be at least one hundred kilograms per day. Besides, Ning Shaoqing’s medicine cost much…

When Mo Qianxue got well-prepared, it was about six o’clock. Sister Fang and sister Guihua showed up.

Making tofu required both skill and physical strength. The two sisters were of good intention and let her to take a rest, but they didn’t know how to make it. In case that they might ruined it, the two all worked at it at last after a few phatic words.

Before ten o’clock, the carriage of Baiyunju arrived. It was much grander and more sumptuous than an ordinary village carriage.

The driver was an impassive-looking youth in a clean-cut suit with a sword in his hand. The one in the carriage was the servant Xiaoqizi.

The three people spent the whole morning, nearly four hours, to make the one hundred kilograms of tofu. The wooden drawers piled up one after another. The impassive youth held his sword in one hand and used the other hand to carry the wooden drawers, and it took him just twice to collect all of the drawers onboard.

Xiaoqizi confessed that the tofu was too little, and that the tofu sent yesterday had sold out before afternoon. The restaurant manager said that he wished Mo Qianxue to make more.

Mo Qianxue was sleepy and exhausted, and Ning Shaoqing was sick lying on bed. She didn’t have more energy to care about that, so she turned to leave immediately after delivering the goods.

Xiaoqizi felt a little embarrassed. Sister Fang hurriedly stepped up to explain that her husband fell ill, and that they would make more tomorrow.

Xiaoqizi was a person excel at reading air. At this moment, he didn’t dare to offend Mo Qianxue, so he let it go by nodding at sister Fang’s words.

A few more chatting later, the youth with sword came over with a cold gaze, and Xiaoqizi trembled and quickly got into the carriage and left.

Beans cost one cent per kilogram; tofu was five per kilogram; one kilogram of beans could make three kilograms of tofu.

Though there was a big profit margin, one kilograms of tofu was only five hundred cents, and one thousand cents was one tael of silver. In this way, each month, even if to get tired to death, she could only earn a few taels. And Ning Shaoqing’s seven doses of medicine would cost three hundred and fifty taels. The first time she sold the menu, she earned two hundred; and the second time, also two hundred. And she had spent several dozen…

Toughing the purse that contained only some copper money in it, Mo Qianxue smiled bitterly. It seemed that she must think out another way to make quick money.