The Lucky Farmgirl

Guan Erlang didn’t find Manbao’s question odd and replied, "That’s not the case. The separate residence was built by my father for recuperation. He occasionally stays there during the cold winter days, but usually, he lives at home."

Manbao smiled and asked, "Where was Old Master Guan staying when he first became ill?"

"At the Prince’s Mansion," Guan Erlang looked at her suspiciously, "Before that, my father mostly stayed in the Prince’s Mansion. You’re not going to say it has something to do with where he lived, are you?"

"It could be related to his living conditions," Manbao said, "or perhaps he caught a cold or was too tired at that time, or he was overthinking, which can cause headaches."

Guan Erlang slightly furrowed his brow, "Knowing this, can you treat it?"

Manbao replied seriously, "Knowing the cause of the illness allows us to prescribe the right remedy. Otherwise, why would we observe and inquire before taking the pulse when treating a patient?"

Unable to help himself, Guan Erlang nodded in agreement, then expressed his concern, "But I was young at that time and don’t remember very clearly. Maybe I should ask my father when I return?"

Manbao’s heart skipped a beat, but Bai Shan had already spoken, "I’m afraid Old Master Guan won’t be willing to tell. Doctor Ji must have definitely asked Old Master Guan before, but even faced with Doctor Ji, Old Master Guan wouldn’t speak."

Youths of this age often had deep rifts with their fathers, rarely discussing their own matters with them, and the fathers were even less likely to share their own issues with their children.

For example, Bai Erlang and his uncle, he didn’t believe that even Guan Erlang, who was older than Bai Erlang, could have heart-to-heart conversations with his father now.

As expected, Guan Erlang fell silent for a moment before he began to try to remember earnestly, but at that time, he was only eight or nine, and his memory was limited.