In the case files of the Gu Family’s ancestral medical practice, there was such a case.

It was also a young lady from deep within the boudoir who dreamed nightly of a handsome man coming to be with her. The ancestors prescribed a formula to replenish kidney energy and nourish blood and yin, and after the young lady took it for two months, she was cured.

Yun Jiao pondered for a moment and was about to write the prescription when Miss Han shakily walked over and sat down, speaking softly, "Doctor Gu, could my illness still be cured?"

Yun Jiao held the pen, "It can be treated, but you must sever ties with that Pan Lang; otherwise, even the immortals can’t save you."

She wasn’t sure if this Pan Lang was someone Miss Han imagined herself, or some kind of spirit monster.

In any case, the ties must be severed.

Miss Han’s eyes glimmered with tears, "But my feelings for Pan Lang are so deep; I almost think of him every day. I can’t imagine life without Pan Lang."

Upon hearing this, Yun Jiao simply set down her pen, "Then there’s no need for me to write this prescription."

"Miss Han, please leave."

Miss Han’s tears dripped down one by one. She slowly wiped her tears with a snow-white handkerchief, "I, I know I shouldn’t keep seeing Pan Lang. My body is getting weaker by the day; even walking has become difficult, and at this rate, I truly won’t survive."

Yun Jiao suddenly said, "Your Pan Lang actually doesn’t truly love you."

Miss Han abruptly looked up at Yun Jiao, "Impossible!"

"Pan Lang loves me deeply; he can’t bear not seeing me for a single day."

Yun Jiao shook her head, "If he truly loved you, would he ruin your health like this?"

"Between a man and a woman, no matter how much they love each other, there must be moderation; otherwise, how can a woman bear it?"

Seeing Miss Han’s expression still dissenting, Yun Jiao bluntly administered some tough medicine, "Only those girls in brothels are disrespected by men."

"I think your Pan Lang most likely treats you like one of those free brothel girls, degrading you like this."

Miss Han covered her mouth with a handkerchief and started sobbing.

Yun Jiao continued gently, "Think carefully yourself, isn’t this the truth?"

Miss Han cried, shaking her head, and after a while, nodded.

Yun Jiao earnestly advised, "You seem to be around fifteen or sixteen years old. Once you’re cured, your family will find you a gentle young man to love each other. Why be entangled with this unclear Pan Lang?"

"Meeting only in dreams with this Pan Lang, it likely isn’t a good omen."

Miss Han’s face showed some fear, and after a while, she nodded, "Doctor Gu is right, please prescribe the medicine."

Yun Jiao said, "Before I prescribe, you must vow to break ties with that Pan Lang; otherwise, I won’t write the prescription."

Tears fell from Miss Han’s face, full of conflict and reluctance. Finally, she raised her hand, "I, I swear that I will never associate with Pan Lang again."

"If, if I break this oath, let me, let me be cursed with a thousand cuts and a miserable death."

"Remember your vow." Yun Jiao nodded and began writing the prescription.

After writing the prescription, she opened the door and handed it to Yang Ying, who took it to the front to prepare the medicine.

Outside, the maids and nanny rushed in, fearing Miss Han wouldn’t hold up.

Yun Jiao said, "Miss Han, rest here for a while. It’s not too late to get on the sedan chair once the medicine is prepared."

Miss Han leaned against the maid, nodding slightly.

Yun Jiao signaled to the nanny with her eyes, and the nanny followed Yun Jiao out.