Shen Yi Di Nu Divine Doctor: Daughter of the First Wife (神医嫡女）[Book 1]

Ghost in White

Early in the morning the next day, the females of the Feng manor gathered in Shu Ya courtyard to pay respects to the matriarch.

Chen Yu also had the two servants, Yi Lin and Yi Yue, sitting to the side. The tea was placed on the table, but she had a swollen hand and was scared to pick it up.

Feng Yu Heng was seated comfortably on a soft cushion at the matriarch's feet. Reaching out her hand, she felt the matriarch's pulse.

Whenever this happened, the matriarch felt that Feng Yu Heng was the most useful. Having a daughter that understood medicine was always better than bringing in a doctor. This way, she could avoid the thing that happened to Zi Rui.

"Grandmother's body has not been seriously affected." After feeling her pulse for a while, Feng Yu Heng put down her hand and comforted the matriarch, "Although it is now Autumn, grandmother's waist and legs have been well protected and have not been hit by serious illness. Your pulse is also stable."

After hearing this, the matriarch felt very at comfortable and devoted her energy solely towards praising her: "It really is our A-Heng who is best."

Feng Yu Heng, however, warned the matriarch: "But you must pay attention to your gallbladder! Grandmother has been getting angry too often recently, which is not good for the gallbladder."

The matriarch helplessly sighed. Getting angry too often? It would be strange if did not happen this often.

Seated to the side, Han shi rolled her eyes and said in an odd manner: "Things keep happening in the manor one after another. It would be odd to not get angry." As she spoke, she glanced at Chen Yu: "Eldest young miss, what do you say?"

Chen Yu had her head down, not wanting to pay any attention to her.

Han shi, however, did not let her off easy, continuing: "Especially the eldest young miss' hand. That will cause mother-in-law to be even more angry! Ah, I must say, people should not be so quick to faint. If things do not go well, in the end, the one to suffer will be yourself."

Ever since Han shi began speaking, everyone in the felt uncomfortable. Previously, Han shi was extremely charming. Now, she had a somewhat mysterious way of speaking similar to Feng Yu Heng.

Chen Yu felt her anger flare up from her words, but she could only do her best to keep it in. She only strongly disagreed with what Han shi said: "I truly fell ill. Concubine mother Han, please do not spread false rumors."

"Oh?" Han shi raised her voice, "When did I mention any rumors? When did I ever say eldest young miss faked her illness?"

"You..." Chen Yu felt that the current Han shi was just a shrew. She did not want to waste words with a shrew. Thus, she lowered her head once more and shut her mouth.

Han shi watched Chen Yu and sneered, "With a hand in that condition, I do not know if it will ever recover. Eldest young miss has been proficient with the zither ever since a young age. Now that your hand has been wasted, will you still be able to play the zither?"

Chen Yu's heart dropped, as she suddenly raised her head and asked: "What do you mean by this?" She then looked at Feng Yu Heng, "My hand won't heal?"

Feng Yu Heng rolled her eyes, "If concubine mother Han is also a doctor, then eldest sister, just believe her."

"Enough." The matriarch could no longer endure listening to Han shi's odd manner of speaking, "If this Shu Ya courtyard can not accommodate you, then scram back to your own courtyard. To even forget your own standing and have forgotten to refer to yourself as this concubine. It seems that you have some other objective."