C14 Immortal Grass

At that moment, the person in the carriage lifted the curtain and glanced outside. When Qingge looked up, she met the gaze of a man. He wore a silk robe in a deep blue hue, with narrow eyes and long eyebrows. Though his attire wasn't as refined as the men Qingge had seen recently, he still stood out as quite distinguished.

Meeting Qingge's eyes, he focused his gaze and asked, "Is she seriously hurt?"

"Not yet, but if we don't get some medicine on her soon, she will be. Aren't you going to get down and find a doctor?"

Qingge had rarely encountered someone so nonchalant after causing an accident.

"Aren't you a doctor?" the man asked, unfurling a fan decorated with a snow plum blossom design and leisurely waving it.

"I am, but I don't have any medicine with me," Qingge replied, her clothes stained with blood from the woman's wounds. She pressed her hand tightly on the woman's head, fearing that if she let go, the bleeding would become uncontrollable.

Standing behind her, Yunzheng saw the situation and rushed to the carriage, ready to pull the man down. "Didn't you see you hit someone? Hurry up and use the carriage to get her to a doctor!"

"How dare you! Insolent commoner, to lay hands on the magistrate's son!" the driver shouted, snapping his whip with a sharp crack aimed at Yunzheng.

The whip sliced through the air, narrowly missing Yunzheng's nose. He leaned back to dodge it, then grabbed the whip with a strong pull, yanking it from the driver's grasp.

Inside the carriage, the young man noticed Liu Yunzheng's skills and his eyes lit up. He gestured for the driver to stop. Turning to Ruan Qingge, he said, "My family's estate is nearby. We have a few doctors there who might be able to help, so you won't have to run around too much."

"Well, what are we waiting for?" Ruan Qingge couldn't stand seeing someone in need of medical attention without helping. Hearing this, she moved to lift the woman. Liu Yunzheng stepped in to assist, and together they got the woman onto the carriage. The smell of blood was strong, and the young man in fine clothes covered his mouth and nose with a folding fan, coughed lightly, and gracefully dismounted the carriage, mounting a nearby horse instead.

"If you two are so eager to help, why not join us?" he said, glancing back at them with a half-smile.

It turned out this was Shen Wenke, the only son of the magistrate of the area. The carriage headed straight for the Shen Mansion on the east side of town, entering through the open east gate. A few servants came out, carrying the woman into a small room, and soon a group of elderly men in simple robes hurried out.

This courtyard seemed separate from the rest of the mansion, with two lush gardens giving off an unusual fragrance. Amidst the vibrant green herbs, a patch of red flowers caught Ruan Qingge's attention, prompting her to exclaim, "Oh! This rhodiola usually grows in cold, high-altitude places. How is it thriving here?"

Ruan Qingge had never seen Rhodiola growing on flat ground before. In her past life at the base, she had only cultivated some in petri dishes for medicinal purposes. In ancient times, Rhodiola was a rare and prized herb, often found at high altitudes in snowy mountains. It was typically offered as a tribute by small border countries, making it a rare sight for ordinary people.

The garden of the Yingzhou official was a far cry from the harsh, cold climates where Rhodiola usually thrived, yet these plants were flourishing here, much to Ruan Qingge's astonishment.

"I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable. This heavenly herb was brought from Tibet at great expense and effort, and it took years of care to cultivate it in this garden," Shen Wenke said, unfolding his fan with a proud expression.

"Why have you planted so much Rhodiola? Although it's rare, forcing it to grow on flat land in the central plains has clearly affected its quality. The flowers and leaves are pale, and the stems are limp. Its medicinal properties have significantly diminished."