“Exactly, this isn’t a place for you to play house.”
Seeing Zhang Lanlan so confident, the remaining people, afraid she might get angry and refuse to treat them, immediately chimed in with sarcastic remarks.
Gu Yi, holding An’an, grew furious upon hearing the crowd’s words and retorted, “What? Just because the abbot said this little girl might not be Master Nianci’s disciple, everyone believes it?”
“Everyone should use their own judgment,” Gu Chen added.
Those who were already uncertain, upon hearing Gu Yi and Gu Chen’s words, glanced at Zhang Lanlan and hesitated.
Seeing the crowd’s wavering expressions, Zhang Lanlan cursed inwardly, her face flushing with anger. She immediately demanded, “Then tell me, what exactly is causing this auntie’s grandson to lose his appetite?”
The auntie, concerned for her grandson, grew cautious. She was about to carry her grandson over to An’an, thinking she’d let both of them take a look since she wasn’t sure whom to trust.
Just as the auntie was about to hand her little grandson’s wrist to An’an for a pulse reading, she heard the tiny bundle speak up: “It’s food stagnation.”
Food stagnation? Could it be?
Everyone wondered: Food stagnation isn’t some incurable disease—any doctor at a clinic could diagnose it. Why would they come to seek Master Nianci for such a simple condition?
Moreover, if she truly were Master Nianci’s disciple, wouldn’t she be able to diagnose a minor case of food stagnation?
Zhang Lanlan refused to believe such a young child could possess medical skills and laughed scornfully, “If it were food stagnation, how could I have missed it in my pulse reading? My master is Master Nianci!”
The crowd grew noisy and chaotic, forcing the abbot to step in and restore order.
“Esteemed patrons, please remain calm.”
As the abbot spoke, the crowd gradually quieted down.
Looking at the little child in Gu Yi’s arms, the abbot asked, “Young patron, you say this child has food stagnation. Do you have any proof?”
An’an glanced at the chubby little boy: Proof?
His belly is already bulging, and there’s a faint layer of illness aura around his stomach—nothing serious. What else could it be if not food stagnation?
“How did An’an figure out that little brother has food stagnation?” Gu Chen asked, explaining further in case An’an didn’t understand.
“His belly is bulging,” An’an replied.
As for the illness aura, only she could see it, so she didn’t mention it.
“Hah, that’s hilarious! Is that all?” Zhang Lanlan sneered disdainfully. “A child still nursing tries to imitate others in diagnosing illnesses—turns out it’s all nonsense. Go home and play!”
The abbot also shook his head. Such a young child already telling lies—untrustworthy, utterly untrustworthy.
“If you don’t believe me, then buy some meat and see if he’ll eat it!” An’an grew angry too. It was clearly food stagnation—why wouldn’t they believe her?
Though crude, this method wasn’t a bad idea.
Immediately, some young gentlemen in the crowd, eager for a spectacle, had their servants buy some meat and “thoughtfully” handed it to the auntie’s grandson.
“Good grandson, come, Grandma bought you some meat. Eat up, eat up!” The auntie didn’t hesitate, taking the meat and holding it to the child’s mouth.
The chubby little boy leaned in to sniff it. Before the auntie could feel relieved, his expression suddenly changed. He turned away and vomited violently, his face paling.
The auntie panicked, “Oh dear, oh dear! What do we do now?”
Just as she was about to rush off anxiously with her chubby grandson to find a doctor, the hem of her clothes was tugged lightly. Looking down, she saw it was the little child who had earlier said her grandson was suffering from indigestion.
The woman no longer dared to underestimate this little one, so she crouched down and asked, “What is it?”
An’an reached out and handed over a small medicinal herb she was holding—well, a weed she had secretly plucked from the edge of the Jade Pool. It should be useful, right?
If the Jade Emperor found out, he would surely be so angry he’d slap his thigh—using the Celestial Herb from the Jade Pool to treat indigestion?
But An’an didn’t think so. She believed no herb, no matter how good, could compare to herself—proud.jpg. Besides, this weed couldn’t cure her brother’s leg or her sister-in-law’s throat, so she didn’t mind giving it away at all.
“Oh, thank you, little master!” The woman immediately took it and even pulled a string of coins from her purse, placing them in An’an’s hand.
After coaxing her grandson to take the herb, everyone watched curiously for the little chubby boy’s reaction.
Unexpectedly, the boy rubbed his belly and suddenly felt much more comfortable. His complexion improved, and he smacked his lips, saying, “Grandma, I’m hungry. I want some mung bean soup.”
“Oh, good, good! We’ll go right home and cook some mung bean soup for our darling!” The woman was overjoyed and kept thanking An’an as she left.
“You… this is clearly a coincidence! You’re lying! You must have hired someone to act this out!”
Seeing the crowd turn their disdainful gazes toward her, Zhang Lanlan couldn’t take it anymore and immediately shouted.
An’an put her hands on her hips, trying to look imposing, but…
Gu Chen and Song Qingxi watched the little milk dumpling puff out her round belly and strike a pose, exchanging a glance: …Don’t laugh, or little An’an will get angry again.
“Little master, don’t mind her. Come, come, please take a seat. Could you trouble yourself to take a look at me?” A young nobleman who had been watching the commotion immediately had his servant bring a chair and invited An’an to sit.
An’an took small steps, counting, “One, two, three, go!”
Plop—she didn’t manage to climb up.
Gu Yi covered her mouth with a handkerchief to keep from laughing out loud and picked An’an up. “An’an, Mother will lift you up.”
Once seated, An’an pretended to straighten her clothes: Alright, alright, let’s just act like nothing happened…
The young nobleman couldn’t help but laugh, clutching his stomach. When An’an was settled, he leaned in and asked, “Little master, can you see if my body is healthy?”
The young nobleman fanned himself with a folding fan. He felt perfectly healthy and naturally had nothing to worry about. He had just happened to pass by Qingcheng Temple today and stopped by to join the excitement, never expecting to encounter such a scene. Now he had to see for himself just how capable this little girl was.
An’an glanced at this fan-waving brother and spoke hesitantly, “You… really want me to say it?”
The young nobleman laughed heartily. “Of course! If you’re right, I’ll give you a gold ingot!”
An’an’s eyes suddenly lit up. “You can’t have children!”
His entire body, just like that bad father’s, was dull and gray, not healthy at all.
“Hahaha, Wang Er, you’d better go see a doctor! What will you do with all those concubines in your courtyard?” a young nobleman who was clearly familiar with Wang Er teased.
“Nonsense! I already have several children. How could I possibly be unable to have more?” The young nobleman named Wang Er grew anxious, his face flushed as he cursed loudly.
Gu Chen pushed the wheelchair forward, while Jiang He stared intently at this young master. If he dared to bully our little miss, he would be dealt with immediately!
“You asked me to say it yourself.” An’an looked innocent, convinced that what she said was absolutely right!
“She is not wrong.” A voice suddenly rang out. Everyone turned to look—it was Master Nianci!
Master Nianci’s age was impossible to discern, and an otherworldly serenity radiated from his brow.
“Master Nianci!”
“How wonderful, it’s Master Nianci!”
Everyone was overjoyed.