The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space

Yang Ruxin shared this news with the two herbalists, and the pair hugged each other tightly, crying uncontrollably.

"Gu Yuan has already brought the three children over," Yang Ruxin said with deep emotion. "Soon, you'll be able to see them."

The poison in the two herbalists had been cured, but as Dao Xuzi and Tang Wanqian had feared, their organs had long since lost their functionality. Previously, medicine had been barely sustaining them, but now, without that support, their bodies quickly began to deteriorate.

Fortunately, thanks to the meticulous care of two extraordinary authorities in medicine and toxicology, alongside an endless supply of rare and expensive medicinal herbs, they were spared from immediate demise, avoiding becoming skeletons too soon.

Luo Da clutched his younger cousin Luo Er and knelt down: "Being able to see the light of day again, and even lay eyes on our own children, is already a blessing. But in this lifetime, we are incapable of repaying your kindness. In our next life, we will surely serve you like beasts of burden to repay your favor." Saying this, he loudly kowtowed three times.

Yang Ruxin did not stop them, quietly watching as they completed their bows, because she understood that they likely still carried unfulfilled wishes. And if the situation allowed, she wouldn't stand aside and do nothing, though she did not promise them anything at this moment.

It seemed Luo Da and Luo Er also understood this reasoning, as they refrained from saying anything more at the moment.

The next day was a day off at the school. Yang Ruxin had initially planned to take the children to visit Hot Spring Manor, but early in the morning, someone arrived.

Yang Ruxin glanced at the grinning Shen Wanyin, followed by several young servants holding gift boxes, and slightly furrowed her brows. "Master Shen, what brings you here?"

"Miss Yang," Shen Wanyin's smile was ingratiating, and he even bowed to Yang Ruxin. "I, Shen, am not one to visit Sanbao Hall without due cause. Today, I come, first to apologize to Miss Yang, and second to seek your assistance."

Yang Ruxin's eyes flickered slightly. "Master Shen, your actions have me feeling a bit uneasy. I'm just a village girl; how could I possibly warrant an apology from Master Shen? Moreover, how could I have the ability to help you?"

"Hehe." Shen Wanyin let out an embarrassed chuckle. "Miss Yang is a straightforward person, so I won't waste words…" He sighed. "Previously, I made a foolish mistake by employing an incompetent shopkeeper, thereby losing the chance to collaborate with Miss Yang. Ever since, I've been full of regret… Who could have expected that my useless family would go on to commit such absurd acts afterward…"

Yang Ruxin's lips curled slightly. So it seemed that Shen Wenbi's peculiar illness had become untreatable—a thoroughly helpless situation—forcing them to come running to her. Indeed, the Shen Family was adept at swallowing their pride when necessary.

"These are apologies I've brought for you, Miss Yang," Shen Wanyin hurriedly signaled upon noticing Yang Ruxin's neutral expression.

Two young servants immediately stepped forward and placed their gift boxes on the table.

"What's past is past," Yang Ruxin said, waving it off. "I've already forgotten, so there's no need for such gestures, Master Shen. I truly can't accept such expensive gifts."

"You can." Although Shen Wanyin inwardly wished to tear Yang Ruxin limb from limb, his smile softened further on the surface. "Moreover, I've come hoping to ask for your help…" He gestured again.

The other two young servants stepped forward and placed their gift boxes down as well.

"My son has contracted a strange illness, and we sincerely hope the Divine Doctor will lend a hand. The Shen Family will be eternally grateful..." His address had now changed to Divine Doctor.