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Qian Ruyi nodded. "Uncle Wu said this was a gift he received from a renowned doctor in his youth, and he has treasured it ever since. Now that he sees your exceptional medical skills, he has decided to present it to you as a recognition of your culinary talents."
Nangong Shuang felt a storm brewing within her. This jade pendant was clearly related to the Nangong Family, and Wu Shilang's gesture hinted that he had recognized her identity or was testing her. Furthermore, Qian Laoye allowing this gift to reach her hands carried its own implications.
"Thank you for informing me, Miss," she said, forcing herself to remain calm. "I will cherish it."
"Don't just focus on the pendant," Qian Ruyi urged. "My father wishes to see you; he says there are important matters to discuss."
Nangong Shuang's heart sank, knowing that a storm was about to break. She followed Qian Ruyi to the front hall, where Qian Laoye sat upright, flanked by Qian De and several servants.
"Nangong Shuang, you performed excellently at yesterday's banquet; I am very pleased," Qian Laoye said kindly. "I hear you not only excel in medicinal cuisine but also possess remarkable medical skills?"
Nangong Shuang replied cautiously, "I only have a superficial understanding; I wouldn't dare claim to be proficient."
"No need for modesty," Qian Laoye smiled. "As it happens, I have a friend who is gravely ill and has been unable to find a cure. I heard of your extraordinary medical skills and specifically requested that you take a look."
Nangong Shuang's alarm bells rang; this was clearly another test of her abilities.
"Your kindness overwhelms me, but I fear my medical skills are too shallow for such an important task," she politely declined.
Qian Laoye waved his hand dismissively. "It’s fine; just do your best. If you can cure him, I will reward you handsomely; if not, no one will blame you. Tomorrow morning, Qian De will take you there."
Though his tone was gentle, it was clear that refusal was not an option. Nangong Shuang could only lower her head in acceptance. "I will do my utmost."
Back in her room, Nangong Shuang felt heavy with worry. Who was Qian Laoye's "friend"? What kind of illness did he have? Was this outing a trap?
She rubbed the jade pendant given by Wu Shilang; the character for "South" carved on the back was extremely subtle—almost undetectable unless closely examined. This was undoubtedly a signal, but whether it was a kind hint or a dangerous warning remained uncertain.
As the sun set outside, Nangong Shuang sat by the window, gazing towards Xiao Mansion. A greater storm was brewing, and she found herself caught in the whirlpool with no way out.
The only thing she could do was prepare herself for battle and face whatever challenges awaited her the next day!
The following morning, Nangong Shuang rose early and packed her medicine pouch, ready to leave with Qian De. Qian Laoye's sudden arrangement had taken her by surprise; she had already prepared for the worst-case scenario and even brought along some Qing Yu Dan in case her identity was discovered.
"Nangong Shuang, are you up?" Qian Ruyi's voice called from outside the door, tinged with urgency.
"Please come in, Miss." Nangong Shuang opened the door to find Qian Ruyi looking anxious, accompanied by several hurried maidservants.
"Something terrible has happened!" Qian Ruyi exclaimed as soon as she entered. "Miss Guo is ill; my father has sent for you to go immediately to Guo Residence!"
Nangong Shuang paused in surprise. "Miss Guo?"
"Yes, the Guo Chunyi from the last banquet—the daughter of Censor Lord Guo," Qian Ruyi explained. "I heard she suddenly developed a high fever last night and several doctors have been unable to help her. Madam Guo sent someone specifically requesting you."
Nangong Shuang pondered silently. The "friend" that Qian Laoye mentioned yesterday turned out to be Lord Guo. The Censor held a high position and wielded great power, overseeing all officials. If it was indeed the Guo Residence seeking medical help, it seemed reasonable and might not be a trap.
"Nangong Shuang obeys," she nodded, picking up the medicine pouch. "However, my medical skills are limited, and I wonder if I can be of any assistance."
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