"Hahaha... Of course! My method cures all diseases. There's no disease I can't cure, hahaha..."

Namo was also very pleased with himself, a crazy, wicked smile playing on his lips.

"No...save me...madam..."

He was already having trouble breathing, and now with the rising heat, Master Qian was on the verge of death.

"Sir, just bear with it a little longer, it will be over soon, you will recover quickly, just hang in there and you will be free from this illness."

Suddenly, as if in a final burst of energy, Master Qian roared in a loud voice, "Lu Jiajia, I'll haunt you even as a ghost..."

His head tilted to the side, and even the sound of his head hitting the barrel stopped.

Qian Wenbin also felt the heat, and his face grew increasingly red.

"Yuanzhong, why isn't your brother-in-law moving?"

Madam Qian began to feel afraid, clutching the hem of Lu Yuanzhong's clothes, her voice trembling.

"I...I don't know either..."

Lu Yuanzhong's tone was tense, but a hint of pleasure flickered in the corner of his eye.

When Madam Qian got closer, she saw that Master Qian had been steamed to death. His eyes were wide open in anger, and a layer of white film covered his steamed eyes.

The blood coagulates and dies, and the body matures from the outside in.

No matter how much she observed, all of this told Madam Qian that Master Qian was dead, steamed alive.

The signal from her brain struck her like a clap of thunder.

Su Luo was right, people really do die; her husband died.

"Ah...Master..."

Madam Qian collapsed, her body limp, screaming, "Quickly, put Wenbin and the master down! Hurry..."

Seeing this, Namo wanted to run away. After all, he had the money in his hands, and it would be foolish of him not to run.

Su Luo sneered, "Trying to run? Do you think you can escape?"

The soldiers surrounded the entire Qian residence, and Yu Feipeng even held a sword to Namo's neck, forcing him to retreat step by step to the backyard.

Master Qian was already dead. Madam Qian didn't have time to think much. She ordered someone to open Qian Wenbin's wooden tub to see if her son was still alive.

There's no time to care whether Namo has run away or not.

"Wenbin, son, wake up!" Mrs. Qian cried, tears streaming down her face. She looked at the pot; thankfully, the water for steaming her son hadn't boiled yet.

Even from a distance, Su Luo could see that Qian Wenbin's skin was red from the burn.

Madam Qian picked up Qian Wenbin, who was still breathing. She didn't care whether her son had tuberculosis or not; all she knew was that her son couldn't die.

A large group of people rushed into the Qian family mansion, each of them covering their mouths and noses with cloths that had been scented with mugwort.

"Lady Su, this is for you..."

Du Xiuyuan rushed out of the crowd and handed a clean white cloth to Su Luo.

"Dr. Du, Master Qian is dead. I don't know if that young master Qian is still alive."

As Su Luo put on her face mask, she gave Du Xiuyuan another antidote pill.

"Everyone stay put! Anyone who dares to leave the Qian residence will be killed on sight!"

When Magistrate Jiang came over, although he had covered his face, his official robes exuded an air of authority without anger.

Like Yu Feipeng, the soldiers pointed their swords at the servants of the Qian family, preventing them from making any rash moves.

"Stand apart, don't huddle together in groups."

Master Ma walked behind Magistrate Jiang, trembling all over.

If the county magistrate hadn't come, he would have had no choice but to come along.

Now I just hope I get lucky and don't get infected with tuberculosis.

Su Luo and Du Xiuyuan walked to Madam Qian's side, where they saw her holding the still unconscious Qian Wenbin, weeping bitterly.

“Madam Qian, tuberculosis cannot be expelled from the body through sweating or steaming. You're confused…”

Upon hearing Su Luo's words, Madam Qian stopped crying.

How did she know that Wenbin and the master had tuberculosis? Did she call these people?

“You’re talking nonsense. Wenbin is just sick. He doesn’t have tuberculosis.”

The matter of Wenbin's tuberculosis must never be known to anyone else. There are still government officials around. If others find out, they will definitely drag Wenbin to be burned alive.

Tuberculosis is incurable and contagious. Since ancient times, all those who contracted tuberculosis were burned to death to prevent future outbreaks.

If others hadn't known about the serious consequences, Mrs. Qian would have sought medical help everywhere long ago.

She wouldn't believe in Master Namo's methods; she was just grasping at straws in her desperation.

Driven by her deep-seated obsession, Su Luo knelt down and took Qian Wenbin's pulse.

He is still alive, but his pulse is too weak, he is unconscious, and his tuberculosis is too severe. Even without treatment, he will not live much longer.

"What are you doing? Don't touch my Wenbin."

Mrs. Qian was afraid that others would find out that her son had tuberculosis, but at the same time she wanted to save him.

"If you don't want him to die, listen to me. You killed Master Qian, do you want to kill your son too?"

"I……"

After Su Luo finished speaking, she and Du Xiuyuan pulled Qian Wenbin out of Madam Qian's arms.

Make him lie on the ground and take off his shirt.

Qian Wenbin's body was very hot and red; it was unclear whether he had been steamed to the point of looking like that.

It was still because of tuberculosis that he had been running a fever.

"Dr. Du, the silver needles..."

Su Luo reached out her hand, and Du Xiuyuan immediately handed her the silver needles.

The most important thing now is to wake Qian Wenbin up.

Then treat his lungs, clear phlegm and remove blood stasis, and slowly treat tuberculosis with herbal medicine.

After inserting silver needles into Qian Wenbin's collarbone and chest, Qian Wenbin slowly regained consciousness.

"I'm not dead yet, how come I'm not dead yet..."

Upon opening his eyes, Qian Wenbin saw Su Luo. He turned his head to the side and coughed violently.

"Don't come near me, I have tuberculosis, it's contagious."

Qian Wenbin admitted that he had tuberculosis, which terrified the servants in the Qian household.

They didn't believe what Su Luo said earlier, since they had never heard of a female doctor in Yongle County, and thought Su Luo might be talking nonsense.

Now that the young master himself has said it, it must be true. Everyone in the manor knows that the master and the young master are ill.

The lady told them not to talk about it outside, but little did she know that they had tuberculosis.

"My lord, I'm not sick, please don't kill me."

"Yes, we did not touch the master or the young master. Please let us go, sir. We would rather beg than die."

The servants, who had just been subdued, suddenly became disorderly again.

"Don't move, I will take care of your affairs."

Magistrate Jiang was both annoyed and furious. The Qian family was truly audacious, not even admitting they had contracted tuberculosis.

According to the laws of the time, he should have been given thirty strokes of the cane and imprisoned for three years.

Covering his mouth and nose, Magistrate Jiang stood five meters away from Qian Wenbin and questioned Qian Wenbin and his wife.

"The Qian family has audacity! Madam Qian, do you know your crime?"

By knowingly withholding information and deliberately concealing the truth, thus endangering the lives of many more people, Mrs. Qian's crime is even more egregious.

When Madam Qian saw that her son had woken up, she realized that he had not been killed by her.

But her husband died with his eyes wide open, and no matter how she tried to hide, they seemed to be staring straight at her.

“I know I’m guilty, but I’m not wrong. I just wanted to save my son and husband, which is only human nature.”