But Zhao Qianlan's eyes flickered, and her expression showed a hint of guilt: "Are there really people in this world with such superb medical skills?"

"Could he be a fraud like that legendary doctor Qi Huang? We can't fall for it."

When Dr. Li heard Zhao Qianlan compare this famous Guanyin Bodhisattva who grants children to that legendary physician, his eyebrows furrowed in dismay:

"You can't say that. This Guanyin Bodhisattva who grants children has an excellent reputation in our profession! I heard about her name when I was studying medicine!"

"Even the concubines in the palace who wanted to protect their pregnancies had to beg her several times. However, because she did not want to get involved in the palace struggles, she went into hiding on Sun and Moon Mountain."

"If you want her to come out of the mountains to treat patients, the relatives of the woman in labor must kneel and kowtow three times and walk up nine thousand steps to express their sincerity."

"However, these nine thousand stone steps are towering into the clouds and extremely steep. Even on normal walking, it would be difficult to climb to the top of the mountain, let alone perform the three kneelings and nine kowtows."

Dr. Li spoke with great enthusiasm, then sighed sincerely, "That's why people from all over the world flock to see her, but most of them give up halfway through, and it's a real pity that they can no longer see the true face of the Goddess of Mercy who grants children!"

Upon hearing this, Song Juncai immediately abandoned his idea.

Zhao Qianlan finally breathed a sigh of relief, but then she had a brilliant idea.

She gently covered her stomach and leaned against Song Juncai, then said softly, "Husband, if Doctor Li says so, then this Guanyin who grants children must truly be worthy of the name."

"If she could be with me, I would feel at peace."

Without a second thought, Song Juncai shook his head: "Even the empresses in the palace couldn't be invited, so it's even more impossible for our Song family. Besides, no one can possibly climb those nine thousand towering steps."

Zhao Qianlan laughed, her voice soft and low: "It's not you who should go, it's Song Xizhi who should go!"

"Zhizhi and Guanyin, the Goddess of Fertility, both practice medicine and save lives. They are also rare female doctors. Zhizhi is the only female physician in the entire region, and her connection with Guanyin is a rare one. If Zhizhi were to kneel and kowtow three times and climb hundreds of steps for her mother's sake, Guanyin would probably appear before her!"

Why should Song Xizhi kneel and kowtow three times for Zhao Qianlan?

Song Juncai simply couldn't imagine the scene. He patted Zhao Qianlan's hand, his tone tinged with reproach: "Don't you know your relationship with her? You just wronged her!"

"She would never kowtow to you like that."

As Song Juncai spoke, he caught a whiff of urine on Zhao Qianlan's body, then changed the subject: "Besides, you drank a pregnant woman's urine, and our son is already fully developed and healthy! He doesn't need any Goddess of Fertility's help at all!"

His voice became more sincere: "Qianlan, for the sake of our son, you must follow Zhizhi's instructions and drink pregnant women's urine every day to stabilize the pregnancy! I will have someone do it right now!"

Zhao Qianlan choked up, so angry that even her back teeth started to itch.

However, she suppressed her emotions and simply nodded reluctantly.

After drinking the pregnant woman's urine for several days, Zhao Qianlan finally couldn't take it anymore and started making a scene that night.

She complained of lower abdominal pain and actually started bleeding.

The entire Song mansion was brightly lit all night.

The doctor, sweating profusely, examined the patient for a long time, prescribing medicine and performing acupuncture, but in the end, he finally shook his head.

If someone claims they can't cure a fetus, and that even drinking a pregnant woman's urine couldn't stabilize it, then perhaps only the Guanyin Bodhisattva who grants children could cure it.

If we can't invite the Goddess of Mercy who grants children, I'm afraid this child will not survive for more than three days!

Dr. Li has been treating patients in the Song family for over ten years, and both Old Madam Song and Song Juncai trust his words.

Hearing this, Song Juncai panicked and immediately took Madam Song to the Marquis of Anding's residence to beg Song Xizhi to invite someone.

This commotion was so great that everyone in the Marquis of Anding's mansion, as well as the entire capital, knew that something like this had happened to the Song family.

Old Madam Song wept bitterly, and Song Juncai's face was also deathly pale, his eyes red and swollen, looking completely lost.

“I know Zhizhi and Qianlan have misunderstandings and prejudices. But those are minor matters. Her younger brother is in critical condition, and he is the only heir of the Song family…”

"We would still appreciate it if the Marquis and the Old Madam could persuade her to invite the Goddess of Mercy, who grants children, to protect Qianlan's child! They are both female doctors; perhaps they will take a liking to each other?"

"Please, please, please, please step in..."

Song Juncai's words, tinged with sorrow, caused both Old Madam He and Marquis Anding to sigh.

Their situation was urgent, and their words were understandable. Song Juncai was over fifty years old when he finally had this son, so it was indeed very important.

But Song Xizhi...

Although she is kind, she is not the type to accept things passively. She was wronged at the Song residence the day before yesterday. Would she still step forward to plead for mercy?

Thinking about it, and looking at Song Juncai's imposing manner, it seemed that the matter had already caused quite a stir.

It's rare for a female judge to emerge in this world, and she's from their Marquis of Anding's household.

If Zhizhi is allowed to act as she pleases and doesn't go, I'm afraid that tomorrow, a memorial accusing her of being disloyal, unjust, unfilial, neglecting her stepmother, and causing the death of her younger brother will already be brought to the imperial court.

Now that the reputation of the Marquis of Anding has already been ruined so badly, Old Madam He doesn't care if it gets any worse.

Thinking this to herself, she forced a smile and immediately refused:

"My in-laws are overestimating Zhizhi. She's just a minor imperial physician. How could she possibly invite the Goddess of Fertility, who even the nobles in the palace can't persuade?"

"Besides, she is already a member of the Marquis of Anding's household, a member of the He family. If she still has to spend money and effort for her maternal family like this, I'm afraid there will be gossip outside!"

This is clearly a rejection.

Upon hearing this, Madam Song's eyebrows shot up, and her eyes instantly sharpened: "My dear in-law, what do you mean by this?"

"Song Xizhi is my granddaughter. Now that her mother is in trouble, are you going to just stand by and watch our Song family line die out if you don't want to help her?"

"You're capable of doing something like this? Aren't you afraid your Marquis of Anding's lineage will be wiped out?!"

Madam He felt a lump in her throat. She took a deep breath, wanting to say something more.

But then Song Xizhi's voice came slowly from behind: "Grandmother, don't worry. I promised Father I would try my best."

Everyone looked in the direction of Song Xizhi's voice, and the anger on the faces of Old Madam Song and Song Juncai instantly turned into joy.

However, Madam He was still somewhat worried. She urgently grasped Song Xizhi's hand: "Zhizhi, do you know that this requires kneeling three times..."

Song Xizhi felt a deep tenderness in her heart. She gave Old Madam He a reassuring look and nodded.

"However, if you want me to intervene, I need my father to agree to one condition."