The Fallen Medicine Woman: The Daily Life of Chun Nuan-Chapter 375 - 215: Fracture

"Fractured?"

Qingsheng felt quite unfortunate, as he went out early in the morning and accidentally twisted his foot, resulting in an ankle fracture!

"Yeah, this guy is just too clumsy. He managed to injure his own foot just by walking."

With Qingsheng’s fracture, Zhao Minghua was quite speechless.

He, being the young master, still had to drive the carriage to send him back to town to see Doctor Hu for medicine.

"Where is he? I’ll go take a look."

Chun Nuan said, "It takes a hundred days to heal injuries to bones and muscles. Since he’s already fractured, sending him back won’t do much good. Might as well let him recover here."

"Recover here?" Zhao Minghua said, "Who will take care of him here?"

If sent back to town, his father, mother, and Fusheng could all take care of him.

"Don’t worry, there are plenty of people to take care of him."

Chun Nuan noticed that Qingsheng had taken a liking to Uncle Zhong’s youngest daughter, Zhong Xiaoying. It seemed like both were interested, and the Zhong family appeared to be supportive, as if they were just waiting for them to ask for permission.

Now, whether Qingsheng’s ankle fracture was a blessing or a curse was anyone’s guess.

"Anyway, I’m not going to take care of him."

"He’s only twisted his left foot, not both. He can eat, drink, and sleep. Just don’t work him too hard."

"Uncle Zhong’s youngest son, Zhong Xiaoshan, is quite clever. I’ll keep him by my side for a trial, and if suitable, I’ll have him assist me in the future."

"Yes, I noticed it too, Uncle Zhong’s family is very good."

Loyal servants are always worth trusting; many family-borns are favored by their masters due to generations of dedication.

The previous owner of this manor had to sell the property because of his son’s misdeeds.

He tearfully thanked Uncle Zhong, saying that for years, Uncle Zhong had managed the manor, and he barely had to worry.

Moreover, Uncle Zhong’s accounting was transparent, never skimming off money or misappropriating funds.

The main house managed by Uncle Zhong’s family remains in excellent condition, clean and tidy, with well-maintained furniture and fixtures.

With such a manor head, it’s quite worry-free.

Uncle Zhong’s family is well-disciplined; the children are polite and humble, whether with them or the manor’s household.

Unlike some people who flaunt their power, using chicken feather as a token, strutting around and bossing others.

Zhao Minghua said he wanted to employ Zhong Xiaoshan, and Chun Nuan agreed.

"Go ahead, first bring Qingsheng over."

Qingsheng was assisted over by Uncle Zhong and Zhong Xiaoshan.

"Young mistress, are you going to check my foot?"

Qingsheng felt a bit embarrassed, cautiously glancing at Third Young Master, afraid he’d get angry and wouldn’t be safe.

Those smelly feet of his... well, in order not to offend the Third Young Madam, he specifically asked Zhong Xiaoshan to help cleanse them with warm water before coming. Furthermore, he asked Zhong Xiaoshan to find soapberry for washing, hoping it wouldn’t smell now.

"Sit down, let me take a look."

"Uhm..."

Took another glance at the Third Young Master.

"I’m checking your foot; why keep looking at me?" Zhao Minghua glared at him: "It’s not like I can examine feet."

"I just fear you’ll punish me, that’s all."

Qingsheng removed his left shoe, and Chun Nuan had Zhong Xiaoshan bring over a small stool for him to rest his foot.

"Did this really twist this morning?"

The foot had swelled up brightly. Chun Nuan suspected the time of injury.

A freshly twisted foot should only be red and swollen, not swollen brightly.

To be this swollen, time must have passed.

"Qingsheng, have you been deceitful with me? When exactly did this happen? How did it happen? Where did it happen?"

A barrage of questions left Qingsheng’s face flushed like pork liver.

Chun Nuan sensed there was more to the story.

"Alright, he has already twisted his foot and is in enough pain; why are you fussing over it?" Chun Nuan said, "Let me examine it first."

When Chun Nuan pressed on it, Qingsheng immediately screamed.

"Why are you screaming?" Zhao Minghua was startled and glared at him again.

"It’s fractured," Chun Nuan said. "You’re quite tough, enduring such pain and walking a long way, aren’t you?"

Qingsheng felt like he was transparent, unable to hide anything in front of the Young Mistress.

He wasn’t injured this morning; it happened yesterday evening when he was with Zhong Xiaoying picking vegetables in the field.

Passing by a steep slope, Zhong Xiaoying slipped, about to fall, but he reached out and pulled her back, only to lose his balance and fell down the slope himself, twisting his ankle instantly.

Zhong Xiaoying was so terrified she cried, and he hurriedly comforted her, saying it was fine before painfully walking back.

The result of enduring was his left foot swelling up larger and brighter than a bun this morning, so he had to lie to the Young Master.