Plotting with You: The Forensic Scientist in Ancient Times!-Chapter 454 - 453: Tonic

"Indeed, in this world, while I wouldn’t claim to have traveled everywhere, I’ve seen a fair share of the world, and I’ve never heard of a place where the King Fan has such a penchant for beautiful women." Yan Daoxin replied nonchalantly, as if merely repeating some gossip he’d heard about the King Fan, his tone teasing.

The farmer let out a heavy sigh, filled with worry, "There’s a lad from a family near us who apprentices in the capital. When he came back to visit his parents, he mentioned a few rumors from the capital."

Once he spoke of these rumors, his expression turned rather mysterious, "They say that those beautiful women gathered from various places and sent into the Fanwang Mansion, well, people see them being sent in, but no one has ever seen anyone coming out."

"This is... not that surprising, is it? Once they’ve entered the mansion, they become the Prince’s concubines! If they’re not kept in the inner chambers, would they really be allowed to come out and show themselves often, for outsiders to see?" Yan Daoxin said in an unconcerned manner.

"You’re right, that’s true, I’m just repeating what others have speculated, we truly don’t know the details." The farmer grinned pleasingly at Yan Daoxin, not daring to argue with him too much, "That lad said that a lot of people in the capital are saying privately.

They claim our Prince has contracted some strange illness, and to save his life, he’s employing some evil methods to balance Yin and Yang, thus needing numerous women to prolong his life.

They say those beauties taken into the mansion aren’t for the Prince’s pleasure, not to become his concubines, as the Prince is too old to engage in nightly revelries, those women... are said to be devoured by the Prince, not leaving even bones, used as tonics..."

The farmer seemed to believe this rumor to some extent, as he couldn’t help but shiver when he spoke of this, then continued, "Initially, this kind of tale sounds eerie, many people aren’t entirely convinced, but...

B ut the events that followed, well, you’ve seen them yourselves.

In our small Fan Country, where would so many beautiful women come from?

When beauties couldn’t be found, they started randomly capturing young, unmarried maidens.

Later, when even maidens were hard to find, they started capturing young wives from other families...

Because of this, everyone grew increasingly fearful, the only ones daring to venture out were the elderly mothers, while daughters, sisters, and wives were all carefully hidden away.

Every household that could dig out a cellar dug one, those who could make a secret room made one, but as you saw, merely because of a dress belonging to my late wife, they even searched the cellar thoroughly..."

The farmer sighed heavily, shaking his head, "At this rate, I’m afraid our Fan Country will eventually have no women left..."

"No wonder," Lu Qing nodded after hearing his lament, "When we were at the pass, we even saw notices asking for medical help posted there.

However, we are free-spirited by nature, dislike dealing with the royal and wealthy officials, just gave it a glance and didn’t pay much attention."

"That makes sense! Fortunately, you didn’t consider it, or else I would also advise you not to covet enormous riches and wealth!" The farmer patted his chest, "If it were an illness that could be treated, there would be no need to capture women from everywhere to prolong life!

Don’t be fooled by the generous offers of wealth, if things go south and the illness can’t be cured, your heads won’t be safe!

Seeing that all of you are noble and kind-hearted, I don’t want anything dangerous happening to you.

Our Bhutan is currently very unstable, as you pass by, I suggest you bypass the capital and head directly elsewhere.

And one more thing, after leaving here, don’t tell others outside that you are doctors!

If they can’t capture any women and start looking for doctors, then you’d be in trouble."

"Indeed, it seems we haven’t encountered any doctors on our journey." Lu Qing turned to Yan Daoxin, appearing to affirm the farmer’s warning.

"If you had come a year earlier, you’d encounter people along the way, maybe not everyone, but at least seven to eight out of ten would be doctors who heard about it from elsewhere and rushed here." The farmer sighed, "I haven’t seen anyone specifically capturing doctors, but...

For the past six months, it’s rare to see any traveling doctors coming from afar to treat the Prince’s illness."

Yan Daoxin looked at the farmer, genuinely seeing worry on his face, this concern wasn’t for the farmer’s own child, he really didn’t want them encountering any mishaps in Bhutan.

So he reached into his sleeve, feeling around for a while before pulling out a gourd, from which he counted out five pills, handing them to the farmer, "Your son doesn’t have any major ailments; from his pulse, it’s just his grief over losing his mother is too heavy for a child to bear, thus his energy is blocked.

Crush this medicine yourself, form small pills out of one, making ten, keep them safe, dissolve them in hot water, let him drink while warm, and after finishing the last, it should be much better."

The farmer was overjoyed, initially thinking that after the earlier incident, Yan Daoxin wouldn’t want to bother looking at his child, and didn’t dare to mention it again.

But seeing the medicine, he hesitated a bit, "Divine Doctor... this... how much?"

"Just take it, when did I say I’m selling medicine to you?" Yan Daoxin gave him a sideways glance, "I roam around, wherever I go, I charge the wealthy noble families a bit more when helping, if they can’t afford it but have good hearts, I don’t charge at all."

The farmer was stunned, he didn’t expect the other party not only had already assessed his child’s condition but was also generously giving him medicine, an immense joy that felt like it descended from the heavens, so moved that he almost knelt down.

Yan Daoxin pulled him up at once, "You! Why are you kneeling! I’ve only given you some medicine, your son hasn’t even taken it yet, and whether it will work is still uncertain, and you’re already rushing to kneel in gratitude?!

Get up quickly! If after the child finishes the medicine and truly recovers, the next time we pass here, have him thank me personally!"

The farmer, flushed with excitement, nodded repeatedly, choked with emotion.

These past two years, watching his young son, he’s been anxious and saddened, afraid the child might spend a lifetime in a muddled state, always needing to hold onto his deceased mother’s dress, or else he would cry and refuse to eat, and then what would become of him in the future?

Unexpectedly, today, through a stroke of luck, a traveling doctor administered medicine, undoubtedly reigniting a glimmer of hope for him.