Chapter 1051: Chapter 1030: Familiar Short Needle (Extra Chapter for Reader “花花不吃葱” as a Reward)
The Su Family had sent a steward and guards to escort Manbao and Bai Shan back ho, taking their own carriage driven by Daji.
Upon reaching Changqing Alley, the steward from the family carriage moved bolts of fabric and boxes of gift boxes down, leading the guards to send them in.
Bai Shan and Manbao didn’t bother much with this matter and left it to Liu Gui, who had co out to greet them, to handle it.
Mr. Zhuang rely glanced and knew that today’s affairs had proceeded smoothly; seeing the blood on both disciples, he waved his hand, “Go and wash up first.”
Manbao and Bai Shan bowed deeply to their master and obediently went to the backyard to bathe and cleanse themselves.
The Su Family’s steward, with a smiling face, went to greet Mr. Zhuang.
Mr. Zhuang also showed a smile and stepped forward to receive him.
After Manbao had washed his hair and taken a bath, Aunt Rong prepared so water boiled with mugwort for their wash, incidentally dispelling bad luck.
Manbao dried his hair, which remained damp, yet he didn’t care and simply dressed and went out with his hair still loose.
Bai Shan did the sa.
The two had just sat down in the courtyard when Bai Erlang ca to sit beside them, propping his chin and looking as if he wanted to hear a story.
They ignored him, taking the noodles that Aunt Rong had brought over and began eating, simultaneously asking, “Have you all eaten yet?”
“Coincidentally, we had just cleared the bowls and chopsticks before you arrived,” Bai Erlang said, “That State Duke Pi is really stingy, didn’t he even offer you dinner?”
It was only then that Manbao rembered this matter and lifted his head, “Now that you ntion it, it seems that Old Madam Su and the Crown Prince hadn’t had their dinner either.”
Bai Shan nodded.
The two looked down at the steaming noodles, feeling slightly pitiful for them, thus they bowed their heads and took a big bite.
After sending the Su Family’s steward away, Mr. Zhuang entered to see his two disciples with loose hair eating noodles, while another sat opposite them propping his chin and daydreaming.
Mr. Zhuang first scolded them, “Look at your attire, what a sight you are, don’t let this happen again.”
Manbao looked down at his clothes and responded, “Master, the clothes are in order.”
Mr. Zhuang then looked at her disheveled head.
Bai Shan stifled a laugh, “Master, this isn’t a crown.”
Mr. Zhuang glanced at him and shook his head before sitting down, waiting for them to finish eating before asking, “How did it go?”
Manbao naturally answered the question about saving lives, reporting on the blood transfusion and Su Jian’s pulse condition, indicating that if he were to wake up by noon tomorrow, he would be half saved.
Mr. Zhuang nodded slightly, more curious about another point, “Are there truly only four types of blood in the world? Does that an the blood of every four people can rge?”
“Not exactly, there are more than four types, it’s just generally divided into four categories, and a few rare blood types are seldom seen. I still don’t know how to differentiate them,” replied Manbao thoughtfully. “Even if it’s the sa type of blood, rging in the body still has certain risks. Hence, the best thod for blood replenishnt should rely on one’s own blood production. The prescription given by the Imperial Hospital is very good, it includes one formula…”
Mr. Zhuang interrupted her ongoing explanation and continued with his question, “Then the blood drop kinship test is useless? If the blood of every four people can rge, then…”
“…,” Manbao paused for a mont before correcting, “Master, it’s not that every four people’s blood can rge in water, but each person’s blood can eventually rge in another’s blood; it’s just a matter of ti.”
Mr. Zhuang: “…Is that so?”
“Not only can human blood blend with other human blood, but also with chicken,” “sheep,” and “cow blood.” Ah, we could try this out tomorrow.”
Bai Shan felt a slight pain in his fingertips.
Erlang, oblivious, asked enthusiastically, “How do we try?”
“We go to the market, find a freshly butchered sheep, and drop so of its blood in. Then we add a drop of our own blood, and that’s it.” Manbao grew more excited as she spoke, “We could also ask Aunt Rong to notify when they’re about to butcher a chicken in the kitchen, so I can try using fresh chicken blood.”
Erlang nodded happily, “Yes, let’s do that.”
Bai Shan stared at him, thinking he was a fool. “Using your blood?”
Erlang’s face stiffened as he asked, “How? I, I don’t use knives.”
“No need for knives.” Manbao’s equipnt was still not cleaned, so everything was still in her basket. She dragged it over, took out a short needle, and showed it to him, “Just use this. A poke on the fingertip, and it will bleed.”
Mr. Zhuang squinted at the short needle in her hand.
Erlang leaned in to look, blinking, “Why does this needle look so familiar?”
Manbao blinked and withdrew the needle, tilting her head, “Does it? Maybe it looks a bit like the ones I usually use.”
Suddenly, Erlang rembered and jumped up, “No, that’s the needle you used to draw our blood — the particularly painful one. I’ll rember it for a lifeti…”
Manbao picked up her basket, “Sir, I’m going to clean the equipnt in the back kitchen; we might need it tomorrow.”
With that, she ran off.
Erlang was furious. Seeing Bai Shan’s calm face, he turned and glared at him, “You knew too, you all deceived !”
Bai Shan lifted his eyelids and looked at him, “I only found out today, and what are you angry about? You only bled once; I was pricked twice.”
Erlang thought about it and realized that indeed, Bai Shan had been pricked once more than him.
Mr. Zhuang coughed heavily, reminding them that it seed he had also been pricked.
The two of them silently lowered their heads, not daring to speak.
Manbao placed her tools in the pot, boiled so water to clean them, and felt that their anger had probably subsided by then, so she hurried back.
Mr. Zhuang and the others had already steeped tea, waiting only for her.
Manbao chuckled and rushed to her seat, where Bai Shan casually poured her a cup of tea.
After sipping his tea, Mr. Zhuang asked, “The young master was injured; how did his family co to find Manbao here?”
This question was naturally directed at Bai Shan.
This was also one of the reasons Bai Shan had co along.
He explained, “Today, Su Jian and Du Yu were playing polo in the eastern suburbs’ field, and they started fighting over the field. They held a match first. During the ga, they fiercely contested each other. Su Jian was hit by Du Yu and fell off his horse. So nails got embedded in his shoe, and when they clung to the horse, the nails stabbed into the horse’s belly, making the horse go mad.”
“The crown prince, who was incognito there for fun, had people rescue Su Jian back to the State Duke Pi’s mansion and then sent for the Imperial Hospital to treat him. The main doctor was Imperial Doctor Ji. His words angered the crown prince, who, in a fit of rage, struck Imperial Doctor Ji, making Imperial Doctor Zheng the acting chief doctor.” Bai Shan continued, “Imperial Doctor Zheng was less confident than Imperial Doctor Ji, so he discreetly sent for Shopkeeper Zheng from Jishi Hall. With only one Imperial Doctor in the Zheng Family, they certainly wouldn’t risk Zheng’s life. Knowing Manbao’s efficacy in stopping blood, they called her.”
Mr. Zhuang sighed, “It’s still too dangerous.”
Bai Shan nodded in agreent.
User Comments
0 comments from readers