Ms. Doctor Divine

The joy in the family was palpable.

That night, they dined on some vegetables, a simple meal that didn’t dampen their spirits. Tomorrow, they looked forward to enjoying the chicken Auntie Lianhua had brought.

As Gu Chaoyan reflected on the day, she resolved to bring back more provisions for her family during her city visit. While she could manage other aspects gradually, ensuring they had enough to eat was a priority.

The family retired for the night in contentment.

The following morning, Gu Chaoyan headed to the city, her basket laden with ginseng and dragon root, covered by a layer of wild vegetables.

As she approached, curious glances and hushed conversations followed her. The Yan family’s third branch had become a village gossip focal point, with one father’s demise and the annulment of the engagement.

Unperturbed, Gu Chaoyan paid little attention to the village chatter, proceeding confidently to the ox-cart, where she paid the fare and boarded.

“Why are you going to the city, Danqiu? The Jiang family broke off the engagement. Do you still have the mood to go to the city?” someone inquired, attempting to stir the pot.

“We may have ended the engagement, but we still need to live, don’t we?” Gu Chaoyan retorted.

Realizing Yan Danqiu wasn’t one to engage in idle talk, the inquirer grew disinterested.

Yet, as glances met, others couldn’t resist scrutinizing Yan Danqiu, unable to resist the village’s gossip mill.

Gu Chaoyan brushed off the scrutiny, accustomed to the North Village residents’ behavior.

Upon reaching the city, she made her way directly to the Lin Family’s shop.

The Lin Family’s shopkeeper initially assumed Gu Chaoyan came to purchase medicine. “What medicine are you looking for?”

“I’m not here to buy medicine. I’m from the Yan Family in North Village, and I’ve come to sell medicine. I’d like to see your manager,” Gu Chaoyan stated bluntly.

Given the longstanding collaboration between her father and the Lin Family’s pharmacy, locating them was relatively straightforward.

Upon hearing it was the Yan family, the shopkeeper promptly informed their manager.

The pharmacy’s manager soon emerged, a man of short stature. “Didn’t the Yan Family face a mishap? What happened? Do you still have medicine?”

Gu Chaoyan held no ill feelings toward this shopkeeper; their interaction had always been professional.

“Yes, and it’s effective. Would you like to take a look?” Gu Chaoyan invited Dao Seeking.

The Lin Family’s manager nodded and guided her inside.

The Yan family’s herbs were consistently well-cultivated, occasionally featuring rare varieties. He wondered if any remained. Gu Chaoyan seemed more cautious in her approach to selling.

As they reached the backyard, the shopkeeper was about to speak when he turned and was taken aback. A substantial ginseng, exceptionally rare, caught his eye.

It was the kind nobles sent to the palace in the capital.

Selling it there would fetch a high price, and he pondered the profit. Such luxurious items were unheard of from the Yan family in the past.

“Did your father leave this behind?” he inquired.

“Yes,” Gu Chaoyan admitted. “Are you interested, or should I bring something else?”

“Yes, yes, but how much are you asking for it?” the Lin Family’s manager asked Dao Seeking.

“Before that, open it. Let me take a look,” Gu Chaoyan insisted.

“In the capital, this type of ginseng could fetch a hundred taels, but here, I can offer you seventy,” the shopkeeper suggested.

Seventy taels for such a rare ginseng of this age?

Gu Chaoyan was forthright, “Two hundred taels.”