After the little cannon fodder was reborn, he chose the villain childhood sweetheart

Jiang Wan wrote down the place and name, took two sips, and said goodbye to the teahouse owner.

After getting back in the car and driving for half a cup of tea, we arrived at Fulin Teahouse.

Fulin Teahouse is a two-story wooden building with a wide frontage. It is much more imposing than the teahouse at the town entrance.

It was just 9 o'clock at that time, and there were not many customers in the teahouse, only a few tea drinkers sitting by the window.

Jiang Wan walked into the teahouse and asked the waiter for a pot of the best Biluochun tea.

The waiter agreed with a smile on his face.

After the waiter brought the hot tea, Jiang Wan gave him five cents to inquire about the storyteller Mr. Zhao.

The waiter said in embarrassment: "Miss, Mr. Zhao is not coming to the teahouse today, you may be disappointed."

"what happened?"

Jiang Wan asked curiously.

The waiter replied, "Mr. Zhao's youngest son has caught a severe cold. He has looked for doctors in the town but no one can cure him. Mr. Zhao said he wants to take his son to the county to find a doctor."

Severe cold?

Jiang Wan frowned and asked again: "Where does Mr. Zhao live?"

"It's on Tianshui Lane behind the teahouse."

Jiang Wan stuffed him with another five copper coins and said with a smile, "Please show me the way, little brother. I'll give you this pot of tea as a reward."

The waiter was overjoyed and nodded quickly, "Thank you, young lady!"

Five cents is nothing, but a pot of Biluochun is a high price.

As long as you show the way, you can get a pot of Biluochun which costs about 100 coins for free. The waiter would be a fool not to go.

The owner of Fulin Teahouse was a distant relative of the waiter. He just said hello to the owner and then took Jiang Wan and Xie Lan to Tianshui Lane.

After following the waiter at the teahouse and turning two alleys, we finally arrived at the home of the storyteller Mr. Zhao.

Jiang Wan thanked the waiter and knocked on the door.

After a while, a haggard-looking woman came to open the door.

Seeing a pair of good-looking and elegant young lady and young man, the woman asked in surprise, "Excuse me, who are you two?"

Jiang Wan smiled kindly and said, "Hello, Auntie. My last name is Jiang, and this is my cousin. We are here to see Mr. Zhao."

The woman was stunned for a moment, thinking that her husband had offended some important person, and hurriedly said, "Miss Jiang, did Lao Zhao say something in the teahouse that upset you? You must not bother with him, he just won't let you off with his mouth! Hey, I told him many times to be careful when he talks outside, but he just won't listen!"

Jiang Wan said: "Aunt, you misunderstood. Mr. Zhao didn't provoke me. I had something to do with Mr. Zhao."

As soon as she finished speaking, a thin man in his forties wearing a simple long gown walked out of the house.

"Who's outside? He Niang, go pack your luggage, we'll go to Jishiditang in the county town right away."

The person who came was the storyteller Mr. Zhao.

He Niang glared at him and said, "These two girls and the young man are here to see you, so be careful with your words!"

Mr. Zhao was puzzled. He turned around and looked at Jiang Wan and Xie Lan for a few times, and asked doubtfully, "I don't know the two of you. I don't know what's the matter with you visiting me?"

Jiang Wan got straight to the point and asked, "Mr. Zhao, is your little son suffering from a severe cold and no one in town can treat him?"

Mr. Zhao nodded subconsciously and became even more curious.

He invited her into the yard and said, "Young lady, you must have something to ask of me, so you carefully inquired about the situation of my family, right?"

He is indeed a knowledgeable storyteller.

Jiang Wan didn't hide anything and said directly: "Yes, I would like to ask Mr. Zhao for a favor, but it is more important to cure Mr. Zhao's youngest son's illness first."

Mr. Zhao had a hint of caution in his eyes. When he heard that she could cure his son, he immediately asked, "Is what you said true? Can you cure my son's cold?"

"You can give it a try. Mr. Zhao has consulted so many doctors but none of them could cure him. Why don't you let me give it a try? If it works, everyone will be happy. If it doesn't, you can take him to the county town and you won't lose anything."

Jiang Wan said with a smile.

Mr. Zhao was a little hesitant.

Jiang Wan looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, and was dressed in luxurious attire. He didn't look like someone who knew medical skills at all.

But her proposal was something Mr. Zhao couldn't refuse.

After much consideration, Mr. Zhao decided to let Jiang Wan give it a try.

"Miss, I'll give you one stick of incense. If you can't cure the child's illness, I can only help you after I take the child to the county town for medical treatment."

One stick of incense is more than enough.

Jiang Wan nodded and followed Mr. Zhao into the inner room.

The Zhao family’s courtyard is very small, with only three rooms in total. The youngest son lives with Mr. Zhao and his wife.

Walking to the bed, Jiang Wan saw a little boy of eight or nine years old wrapped like a ball in a quilt.

That is Mr. Zhao’s youngest son, Zhao Sheng.

Mr. Zhao looked worried and said to Jiang Wan, "A few days ago, my child kicked off the quilt while sleeping in the middle of the night. When he woke up in the morning, he felt dizzy and uncomfortable. Later, I went to see a doctor for diagnosis. He said he had caught a cold and prescribed some medicine. But after taking the medicine, my child did not get better and his condition worsened. I consulted all the doctors in the town, but they all said it was difficult to treat and asked me to go to Jishiditang in the county to see Doctor Liu."

Jiang Wan checked on Zhao Sheng's condition.

I feel listless, have no sweat, but am afraid of cold, and have a runny nose and sneezing.

This is clearly a severe cold.

In the previous life, I could just drink a few packets of cold medicine to suppress it.

But in this fictional dynasty, medical facilities were relatively backward, and even a slightly severe cold or fever could be fatal.

Jiang Wan searched around the trading mall and found pills for treating colds among the elixirs.

She said to Mr. and Mrs. Zhao, "You two go out for a moment. I'll take a closer look at his problem."

Mr. Zhao was worried, so Jiang Wan gave him a reassuring look and finally sent the two of them out.

Looking at Xie Lan who was standing by the bed, Jiang Wan coughed lightly and said, "Why don't you go out too."

Xie Lan stood there without moving, but said: "You can't defend against me forever."

"?!"

Jiang Wan was stunned, and then denied it: "What am I guarding against you? Don't talk nonsense."

Xie Lan raised the corners of his lips slightly and asked, "How did you save my uncle in the beginning?"

Jiang Wan was speechless.

Although she knew that her trading mall had been exposed, she still felt uncomfortable when Xie Lan pointed it out so bluntly.

"You...you already knew that I'm not Jiang Wan, right?"

Xie Lan looked at her, his dark eyes were like an ancient well with a long history, making people want to find out more.

"Yes or no, what's the point?"

His voice was deep, like the sound of wind echoing in an ancient well.

"As long as you don't change back into her, it'll be fine."

Jiang Wan was slightly stunned, and an indescribable feeling surged in his heart.

What does it mean to ask her not to change back to her original form?

Jiang Wan inexplicably felt her ears burning.

She shifted her gaze, not caring what Xie Lan thought of her, and went straight to the mall to buy pills for the cold.

Xie Lan was mentally prepared, but when he saw a porcelain bottle appear out of thin air in Jiang Wan's hand, he still widened his eyes in surprise.

It turned out that she really was hiding a secret that he didn't know about.

Still such an incredible secret.

Jiang Wan fed Zhao Sheng a pill while he was lying on the bed, and then brought him some hot water and fed him a few sips.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Zhao Sheng's runny nose stopped.