Ting Lan Listening to the Rain

The Duke's family has gone a century with no daughters. When a daughter was finally born to them, she should have received all the love and pampering, but it turns out that the real daughter had been swapped at birth and taken in by a family of kind-hearted hunters. Ever since they adopted the girl, the hunters seemed to get lucky in everything—game seemed to run into the traps and nets they set, and they would find rare herbs wherever they went. Ten tears later, the Duke's family finally realized the truth that their daughter had been swapped and journeyed over a thousand miles to bring her home. After she returned to her real family, the daughter was undoubtedly spoiled rotten by every member of her family...
After she grew up, Lin Qingluo excelled in martial arts and rose to the peak of the martial world. Joining the battlefield with her brothers and father, she crushed their enemies and became known as a Goddess of War, gaining countless admirers.
Lord of Heavenly Secret Pavilion: Your reputation precedes you, milady—none compares to you, just as the rumors say. 
Chief of the Potion Valley: Your skills with medicine are extraordinary, and I defer to your expertise. I pledge my loyalty in exchange for your tutelage to practice medicine and help people. 
The First Prince of Qi Nation: Thank you for rescuing me. I owe you a life debt. Lin Qingluo: A clingy prince has stolen my heart, and he is all I can think about. There is no other person on my mind.



Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter

"Master, apart from acupuncture, heat therapy, and external pain-relieving ointments, is there a better way to treat Old Madam Ye's leg? What should we do next?"


Mo Canglan held a bowl of thick, dark pain-relieving ointment, standing at a corner of the porch under the eaves, looking forward with expectation at his little master.


Lin Qingluo pondered with a furrowed brow: "I am considering trying a new anesthesia method, without needing full-body anesthesia, just making the right leg numb."


"Local anesthesia? Can it really be done?"


Mo Canglan got inexplicably excited, put down the ointment subconsciously, and took out a small notebook to record this idea.


Lin Qingluo's eyebrows were slightly furrowed: "We need to catch a few rats for experiments."


Mo Canglan volunteered, rolled up his sleeves, and wanted to catch some rats right away.


Chapter 887: Without sister, the welcome banquet has no meaning _1