After returning to the capital, the eldest daughter saved her entire clan with her medical skills.

Chapter 277 (Word count to be added tomorrow)

Meanwhile, she would occasionally reach out and pick up the spoon beside her, gently stirring the pot. This ensured that every herb was heated evenly, releasing its full essence. Finally, after a long and careful simmering, the liquid in the pot thickened, emitting a rich herbal aroma. As the water evaporated, the liquid deepened in color, eventually becoming a deep, rich brown. She watched intently as the pot of broth neared its completion, not daring to relax for a moment. Only when she saw the broth had reached the ideal consistency did she breathe a long sigh of relief, then carefully reached down to turn off the blazing fire. The broth continued to simmer gently, needing some time to cool slightly; otherwise, serving it directly to the frail old man might burn his mouth and throat due to the high temperature. So she stood quietly to the side, her gaze never leaving the pot of precious medicinal soup. Then, with light, graceful steps, she slowly walked towards the old wooden bed. Her lithe figure was like a blooming lotus, elegant and captivating. When she reached the bedside, she bent down slightly, extending her slender, soft hands to carefully and gently support the haggard, extremely weak old man. With her gentle assistance, the old man struggled to move his frail body, like a candle flickering in the wind, and after several attempts, he finally managed to sit up. His trembling movements evoked pity. Finally, the old man leaned against the headboard, letting out a soft sigh of relief. At this moment, his previously deathly pale face regained some color, but he still appeared extremely tired and weak. She picked up the steaming bowl of medicinal soup, scooped up a small spoonful, gently blew on it a few times to warm it to a suitable temperature, and then slowly fed it to the old man. She patiently fed him spoonful after spoonful until the entire bowl was finished. Soon after the old man drank the soup, his tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and a blush appeared on his face. Seeing this, Xue Ruanruan smiled with satisfaction. However, at that moment, a sudden clatter of hooves sounded outside. Xue Ruanruan stood up alertly and looked out the window. She saw a group of people dressed in black riding towards them and stopping in front of the thatched hut. The leader dismounted, kicked open the wooden door, and rushed in. "You're Xue Ruanruan? I've heard your medical skills are excellent. My master invites you in," the man said coldly, his tone leaving no room for argument. Xue Ruanruan looked at the group of uninvited guests with a calm and unwavering expression. "Who is your master? If he is a patient, why does he barge in so rudely?" The leader sneered, "Don't ask any more questions, just come with us." Xue Ruanruan frowned, glancing at the elderly man on the bed who had just begun to recover. "I can't abandon a patient." The men in black grew impatient and stepped forward to forcibly take her away. Just then, another man rushed in from outside—it was Lin Yu, a well-known constable in the area. Lin Yu, sword in hand, blocked Xue Ruanruan's path. "Robbing a woman in broad daylight! Is there no law?" The men in black exchanged glances and drew their weapons. Although Lin Yu was brave, he was outnumbered and quickly became injured. Xue Ruanruan couldn't bear it and said, "Fine, I'll go with you, but let him leave first." The men in black agreed. Xue Ruanruan followed the men in black at breakneck speed to a luxurious manor. Upon entering the hall, she saw a sickly young man lying on a couch. It turned out that this young master was suffering from a strange illness and had sought out numerous renowned doctors without success. Hearing of Xue Ruanruan's miraculous healing abilities, he sent someone to forcibly bring her over. Xue Ruanruan sighed helplessly and could only open her medicine box again, preparing to treat him. After examining him, Xue Ruanruan had a plan in mind. She took out her silver needles and began acupuncture. After several rounds, the young master's complexion improved considerably. The young master was deeply grateful and wanted to reward her handsomely, but Xue Ruanruan only took the consultation fee and left. Xue Ruanruan looked at the old man on the bed, whose condition had just improved, and said firmly, "I must stay here to care for this old man; I cannot go with you." The man in black sneered, "It's not up to you." He then stepped forward to forcibly take Xue Ruanruan away. Xue Ruanruan dodged to the side, several silver needles appearing in her hand without her noticing. As they were locked in a stalemate, the old man on the bed suddenly spoke, "Miss Ruanruan, go ahead. Don't offend others because of me." Xue Ruanruan thought for a moment, put down the silver needles, and followed the man in black out of the thatched hut. She knew the journey would be fraught with uncertainty, but with a doctor's heart, she believed there were many more people ahead who needed her help. The old man swallowed the last mouthful of medicine and let out a long sigh. After a while, his breathing clearly stabilized, and his previously pale face regained some color. Xue Ruanruan followed the man in black to the luxurious manor. Upon entering, she found the atmosphere strange. The young man, though seemingly recovered, had a cunning glint in his eyes. "Miss, to be honest, my illness is not an ordinary ailment; it is caused by poisoning," the young man said. Xue Ruanruan's beautiful face instantly paled, her beautiful eyes filled with astonishment. She couldn't help but cry out, "Who poisoned me?" Her voice was filled with shock and confusion. However, the elegant young man merely smiled slightly, a mysterious curve appearing at the corner of his mouth. He chose to remain silent in response to Xue Ruanruan's question, as if hiding some unknown secret.