When Coffin Boy came to Qianjin Hall again, he arrived driving a cart with items covered by black cloth, entering through the back door.

Besides the daily teaching during work, Qi Yue still insisted on classroom instruction once a day.

When the disciples taking turns for class walked into the classroom, they found something covered with black cloth on the podium. Not knowing what it was, everyone curiously speculated.

Qi Yue waited for everyone to enter and stand at their desks. That’s right—everyone still wasn’t used to the teacher standing while they sat, and Qi Yue wasn’t used to sitting while teaching either, so everyone remained standing.

“Alright, today we’re going to learn about human organs,” Qi Yue said.

She raised her hand, and Coffin Boy pulled away the black cloth, revealing a row of more than ten black earthen jars.

The disciples stared wide-eyed, somewhat confused.

“Now, we express our gratitude to these body donors,” Qi Yue said, first bowing to the black earthen jars in front of her.

Though in ancient times, these donors weren’t exactly willing…

The disciples didn’t understand but still followed suit in paying respects.

Coffin Boy was stunned for a moment on the side. Seeing everyone in the room paying respects while he stood there looking rather conspicuous, he hesitated for a moment before slowly bending down as well.

After completing this ritual, Qi Yue stood up and put on deerskin gloves.

“When we treat illness, we help our organs and body fight against disease. So first we must understand our own bodily organs…” she said, reaching into one of the jars and pulling something out.

“Today we’ll start by learning about internal organs…”

After a moment of silence in the classroom, there was a collective “Wah!” as chaos erupted.

“…Everyone vomited for two days… The cafeteria was required to have not a trace of meat or fish…”

Chang Yuncheng couldn’t help but slap the table and laugh heartily upon reading this.

The paper in his hand was much larger than those originally sent by carrier pigeon, with much more content. Besides maintaining the carrier pigeon reports of safety, he had also requested that the guards write detailed monthly letters.

“…Besides vomiting here, Hu San also ran to the pig butcher’s house in the city, watching the pig slaughter daily, then fainting daily. Now he’s learned to slaughter pigs but still faints at the sight of blood…”

Chang Yuncheng threw his head back and laughed again.

Laughing and laughing, he read the letter from the beginning again, as if he could see every detail of Qianjin Hall before his eyes…

Wait, that wasn’t right!

He suddenly sat up straight and read the letter carefully from beginning to end. It was about the details of Qianjin Hall, not the details of Qi Yue.

Besides “Miss Qi came to work, saw patients, taught classes”—these repetitive things—there was no other description. Instead, others took up the space.

Who wanted to read about whether Hu San fainted or the disciples vomited, and there was Coffin Boy…

Was this Coffin Boy going to be permanently stationed at Qianjin Hall?

Chang Yuncheng’s hands clenched into fists.

Was that woman doing these things every day? So boring, repetitive, and monotonous…

Was she happy?

Chang Yuncheng released his hands, feeling only bitterness in his mouth.

What did it matter if she was happy or not? What could he do about it? Besides accompanying her in happiness and unhappiness, he could no longer influence whether she was happy or not. Her happiness or unhappiness was now… unrelated to him…

Unrelated…

Chang Yuncheng hung his head and remained motionless for a long time.

Someone strode into the room from outside.

“Master Chang, your family letter,” a burly man said, still flipping through a letter in his hand. “Eh? Didn’t your letter just arrive? How is there another one?”

Chang Yuncheng had already recovered his composure and pressed a book over the letter spread on the table.

“Let me see,” he said, seeming somewhat surprised himself.

The burly man handed him the letter.

Chang Yuncheng took it. This was written by Madam Xie, every word filled with gratitude and concern. Reading it made Chang Yuncheng feel both sour and warm inside.

Reading toward the end, Chang Yuncheng’s expression froze.

“What’s wrong?” the burly man quickly asked. “Is there trouble at home?”

Chang Yuncheng smiled stiffly.

“Nothing,” he said.

How could this be nothing? The burly man wasn’t a fool, but it was obviously something inconvenient to discuss.

“If there’s anything, remember to speak up. The brothers are all here,” he said.

Chang Yuncheng nodded and thanked him.

The burly man then took his leave.

Chang Yuncheng took a deep breath and looked at the letter again.

“…Even though you’re not here, I must arrange a marriage for you. As your mother, I will never let you become the laughingstock of others.”

Chang Yuncheng felt his eyes sting. He wanted to tear up the letter but found his hands powerless. After trembling for a moment, he set it aside and picked up his brush to write a reply.

At this time on the street, a horse galloped swiftly. Though this was a border city, trade was prosperous, so the market was quite lively. The handsome young man on horseback immediately caught the attention of young ladies and married women.

“Little Brother Jiang, Little Brother Jiang… let me treat you to tea…”

“Little Brother Jiang, Little Brother Jiang… try the freshly made mutton…”

The border region’s customs were open, and many women simply waved and called out.

In the past, Jiang Hai would have responded to such calls with his devastatingly handsome smile to reciprocate the women’s affection. But this time he seemed not to hear, spurring his horse to gallop away, leaving behind a trail of broken hearts.

“Lord!” Jiang Hai rushed into Chang Yuncheng’s room like the wind, shouting loudly.

Chang Yuncheng was just folding a finished letter when he saw Jiang Hai rush in, his face seeming to carry the bright sun with him, his brilliant smile almost melting enough to melt anyone.

“What?” Chang Yuncheng frowned, his gaze falling on the large bundle Jiang Hai was carrying.

“Lord, you’re sending a family letter, right?” Jiang Hai asked with bright, sparkling eyes.

Chang Yuncheng sealed the letter.

“So what?” he said lightly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the large bundle was suddenly pushed in front of him, nearly hitting his chin.

“Lord, please take this to Miss Qi,” Jiang Hai said loudly, his face full of expectation.

Miss Qi…

Chang Yuncheng looked at Jiang Hai and couldn’t help but think of his first meeting with Qi Yueniang.

How could he call it the first meeting? They had actually met before, but that was the first time she had caught his eye.

That woman had swaggered in with an arrogant manner…

When she saw him, her expression of shock…

It all appeared vividly before his eyes.

“Lord?” Jiang Hai reached out and waved his hand in front of Chang Yuncheng.

What was wrong with Lord?

Oh, had he already forgotten who that Miss Qi was? That made sense—he was a lord, how could he remember household servants?

“She’s the female physician from your house who saved my life,” he quickly reminded, speaking with some grievance. “I’ve always wanted to send her something to express my gratitude, but I never had the chance. Now that you’re here, Lord, it’s perfect. It can go back with your family letter and definitely reach her… It’s been so long since I’ve seen her. Does she still remember me? She should remember, right? I’m not that ugly… cough, cough, of course I don’t mean anything by it…”

Listening to Jiang Hai’s chatter, Chang Yuncheng felt a complex mix of emotions.

Anyone could express concern for her, except himself.

And he could only watch others express concern for her, unable to do anything.

Would it be like this for the rest of his life…

How had it come to this?

When Hu San was about to sneak out to watch pig slaughter again, Qi Yue stopped him.

“Fainting at the sight of blood is a medical condition, not something you can overcome through willpower alone,” Qi Yue said seriously.

Hu San looked distressed.

“I’m useless…” he said, hanging his head.

“How are you useless?” Qi Yue shook her head, pointing around them. “All of this, all of this, was arranged by you…”

Hu San looked around.

“These were all arranged by you, Master. I just ran errands and talked,” he said.

“Exactly! Isn’t that being useful? Your legs, your mouth—how many things have you done for me and everyone else?” Qi Yue smiled, shaking a wooden tube in her hand. “This stethoscope works well. Have the craftsmen work harder to see if they can quickly make one for everyone.”

This was a trumpet-shaped wooden listening tube. Of course, its effectiveness couldn’t compare to the one Qi Yue had brought, but it was better than nothing.

“Hu San, you’re the one I trust most. All my money and the designs for these things are entirely your responsibility,” she said, looking at Hu San seriously and solemnly.

Hu San suddenly straightened his back with equal solemnity.

“Master, rest assured. I will protect these secrets with my life,” he said.

“Good, now go get busy. Whether our medical clinic can get better and better depends on you,” Qi Yue smiled.

“It definitely will,” Hu San shouted, running off.

Wang Tongye was just entering and was nearly knocked over, fortunately his servant caught him.

“In such a hurry to be reincarnated!”

Wang Tongye said nothing, but a crisp child’s voice called out.

Wang Tongye quickly reached out to cover the mouth of the little girl beside him.

“Qiao’er, mind your manners—manners! We’re in public,” he said quietly.

The little girl was seven or eight years old, wearing a pale yellow dress with several pearl flowers in her hair. With red lips and white teeth and a delicate face, upon hearing Wang Tongye’s words, a smile appeared on her face. The mixture of a child’s innocence and the budding dignity of a young lady from a noble family made people can’t help but look.

“Yes, Great-grandfather,” she replied clearly, slowly lifting her skirt to enter Qianjin Hall. Being a child after all, her eyes were still full of surprise as she looked around.

Wang Tongye held her hand and went directly to Qi Yue’s room.

But Qi Yue wasn’t in her room—she was next door observing Liu Pucheng’s consultation.

“Master Wang, why have you come?” She saw Wang Tongye and asked with a smile, quickly inviting him over.

There was no embarrassment on this woman’s face because of the matchmaking attempt; instead, she was the same as always.

Wang Tongye nodded with satisfaction, knowing he hadn’t misjudged her.

“I’m not here for medical treatment,” he smiled as he sat down.

Qi Yue personally went outside to request tea.

“Who is this beautiful little girl?” she asked curiously, looking at the little girl sitting quietly beside Wang Tongye.

Wang Tongye was about to introduce her when the little girl stood up on her own.

“In response to your question, Miss, I am the young lady of the Wang family. My pet name is Qiao’er, and my father is Wang Qian,” she said. Her voice was childish, but her tone carried the bearing of someone from a noble family, and she performed a slight curtsy.

Indeed, children from wealthy families—their upbringing was evident at a glance.

In comparison, Qi Yue felt she wasn’t as refined as this child.

“Hello, hello,” she quickly smiled and returned the greeting, looking at Wang Qiao’er again. “So beautiful, just like your father.”

Wang Qiao’er looked at her with bright eyes.

“Then Miss, are you saying my father is very beautiful?” she asked.