The Herbal Scents of Farm Life

Chapter 77: Chapter 77: So the credit goes to the young master Chapter 77: Chapter 77: So the credit goes to the young master “Old Master Zhong, someone has already gone to buy silver needles, so we’ll have to wait a while. There’s nothing much to do in the meantime, how about you tell me what’s been going on at home? How did Grand Old Master Zhong get so upset that he’s been in a coma for several days? Hmm?”

As Lin Caisang felt Grand Old Master Zhong’s pulse, she asked Old Master Zhong.

“About this…”

When this topic was brought up, Old Master Zhong’s face turned a little awkward, and he let out an almost imperceptible grunt.

“Maybe it’s best not to discuss this matter. Miss, I suggest you solely focus on taking my Grand Old Master’s pulse.”

All these family scandals, how could he possibly expose them? It would suffice if only their family knew about it. Though this young girl was a doctor, she was essentially an outsider, and naturally, he didn’t want to talk about it.

“As it’s often said, to treat a patient one must first understand the cause of their illness. Old Master Zhong, if I am unaware of how Grand Old Master Zhong fell into a coma, how will I be able to treat him?” Lin Caisang carefully put down Grand Old Master’s hand, turned to face him, and asked.

“This… Ah!”

Old Master Zhong let out a deep sigh.

“It was all because I failed to educate my son properly. I raised such a rogue. You met him earlier, Miss, that was my eldest son, Zhong Yun. Unfortunately, the family pampered him too much, letting him run wild. Half a month ago, he actually lost the family burial ground where our ancestors were buried in a bet at the gambling house…”

“Pfft!”

Lin Caisang who had just taken a sip of tea, spat it all out.

The family burial ground!

That young tyrant really wasn’t kidding when he gambled away the family burial ground. No wonder Grand Old Master was angry enough to slip into a coma. If it were any other family, it’s possible someone could be furious enough to die.

“Cough, is the young master really so unruly?”

She coughed lightly, put down the teacup, and glanced at Old Master Zhong apparently with no particular intention.

“Ah, what a misfortune my family has.” Old Master Zhong shook his head helplessly.

“Old Master Zhong, don’t grieve. Children can be educated with good guidance.”

Lin Caisang comforted him, glanced at the somewhat reddened face of the grand old master lying on the bed, his lips barely bending into a smile, then once again looked at Old Master Zhong.

“However, looking at Grand Old Master’s current condition, it seems to have improved somewhat. Could it be that a previous doctor had given a useful prescription? Could I see it?”

“It’s not due to a doctor’s prescription, it’s my younger son, Zhong You. Although he is a child of a concubine, he’s quite sensible and knows a bit about medicine. When Grand Old Master slipped into a coma, he treated him, but since he couldn’t make him better, I had no option but to offer a reward for a doctor.”

Old Master Zhong replied.

“These days, it’s that child who has been taking care of his grandfather.”

Lin Caisang observed him and saw that when he mentioned Zhong You, the look of worry almost entirely disappeared from his face, replaced by a sense of pride. Clearly, this Zhong You was very popular with Old Master Zhong.

“I see, so it’s your son’s doing.” Lin Caisang nodded.

“If your son has silver needles, I could use them and help Grand Old Master wake up sooner.”

She asked.

Upon hearing this, Old Master Zhong’s eyes lit up. He immediately turned around and went to instruct the old house steward to invite Young Master You over.

…

Soon, the old house steward led an elegant young man dressed in white, Zhong You, into the room. In Zhong You’s hands, he held a medicine box, presumably containing all types of medicines.

“It seems like Young Master You is quite a professional, your medicine box is so well-equipped.” Seeing Zhong You open the box and present the silver needles to her, Lin Caisang smiled at him and complimented.

“Miss is too kind. I do not have any formal medical training. I’ve merely read a few miscellaneous medical books. I cannot compare myself to you.” Old Master Zhong quickly responded, discrediting his son’s medical expertise, but he couldn’t hide the sense of pride on his face.