"Actually, Grand-uncle, you're mistaken about that."
Wen Xinglu quickly explained, "Qingya doesn't just know how to recite things from memory, she can write prescriptions! And they're not just random scribbles, they're actually effective. She once treated an old man in the village who'd been coughing for six months. After just five doses of her medicine, he was well enough to get back to work."
As soon as she finished speaking, Yang Yingzi immediately pulled the carefully folded prescription from her pocket and presented it with both hands.
Her fingers trembled slightly, a clear sign of her nervousness and excitement.
Afraid Wen Junyi wouldn't look, she carefully flattened out the prescription and held it right before his eyes.
