Upon hearing this, Song Xizhi slowly raised his head and saw Madam Xin's expectant gaze.

She had great confidence in Song Xizhi's medical skills.

Hearing this, Old Madam He, who was lying in Song Xizhi's arms, also grabbed Song Xizhi's hand with tears in her eyes.

"Xizhi, do you have a solution?"

She spoke with difficulty, each word distinct: "I'm begging you, I can't let the Marquis of Anding's mansion be ruined in my hands..."

Feeling the pleading look in Madam He's eyes, Song Xizhi sighed slightly and finally nodded.

“Okay, Grandmother, I can try.”

Upon hearing this, Madam Xin was overjoyed and hurriedly ran to Madam Sun's side, stopping her frantic movements once again.

"Ruozhu, Ruozhu, calm down, there's still hope for you!"

Madam Xin held her hand tightly in her own palm, raising her voice slightly so that everyone present could hear her clearly:

"Do you remember what I used to look like? My illness is mostly cured now, thanks to Xi Zhi. She also pulled Su Mingli back from the brink of death. She said your illness can also be cured."

Upon hearing this, the indignant crowd calmed down.

Prime Minister Lin suddenly looked in Song Xizhi's direction, listening as Madam Xin continued:

"She has always been low-key, and even though she is highly skilled in medicine, she is unwilling to talk about it. I had to beg her before she finally agreed."

So, are you willing to believe me?

Madam Xin's words calmed Madam Sun's agitated emotions, and hope rekindled in her eyes: "I'm willing... of course I'm willing, as long as there's a glimmer of hope, I'm willing."

Madam Xin nodded. "Whether it works out or not, we won't blame her."

Tears streamed down Madam Sun's face, and her voice trembled slightly: "So many misunderstandings have happened in the past. I am so grateful that she was willing to try. No matter what the consequences are, I will not blame her."

Upon hearing this, Madam He looked at Song Xizhi with some nervousness.

Song Xizhi patted her hand reassuringly and went to borrow a set of silver needles from Physician Li.

In fact, she was absolutely certain that she could cure this disease!

Because her uncle in her previous life died after taking medicine from the legendary physician Qihuang, she embarked on the path of studying medicine for her uncle's sake. How could she not know how to cure this disease?

She just didn't want to clean up He Yunce and Song Ruoan's mess.

Madam Kehe treated her very well, and even for the sake of her husband, she couldn't let the Marquis of Anding's mansion collapse.

“I know many people don’t trust my medical skills and don’t think I can cure them, and I understand that.”

"Then I'll trouble Physician Li to keep an eye on things from the side. If there are any problems, you can interrupt me in time."

Upon hearing Song Xizhi's words, Madam Sun burst into tears again: "I treated you so badly before, yet you still care about me."

Song Xizhi smiled faintly at her and shook his head to signal her not to cry: "I only said that to put your mind at ease. I really can cure this disease."

Madam Sun's tears flowed even more profusely.

Song Xizhi instructed the maids of the Marquis's residence to lay a mat on the ground so that Madam Sun could sit comfortably. Because acupuncture was to be administered, he also instructed all irrelevant people to retreat behind the screen.

Time passed slowly, and silence fell behind the screen. Outside the screen, Old Madam He and Marquis An Ding were extremely nervous, while many others held little hope.

He Yunze stared blankly at the screen, then suddenly came to his senses. He remembered everything about Song Xizhi in his previous life, and his heart was filled with trepidation and unease.

He hurriedly got up from the ground, limped over to Old Madam He's side, and whispered:

“Grandmother, please stop her. If Ruoan doesn’t know medicine, then Song Xizhi certainly doesn’t either. Believe me, no one knows Song Xizhi better than me.”

"Madam Sun is alive and well right now, but if..."

Madam He was so angry at his words that she almost fainted again: "Don't say such unlucky things!"

"How can you compare Song Ruoan to Xi Zhi? Why can't you hope for something better for the Marquis's family?"

He Yunze was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, yet he couldn't say anything:

"Please believe me, please believe me one last time. No one wants the Marquis's mansion to prosper more than I do, but Song Xizhi really doesn't know any medicine, he's just faking it all!"

"Grandmother, this really is the last chance for the Marquis's mansion! Please don't push the Marquis's mansion to the brink of destruction!"

Madam He turned her head with some doubt and saw He Yunze covered in sweat, his eyes full of pleading, and he didn't seem to be lying.

She looked back at the screen, suddenly feeling uneasy: "But I feel..."

"No, you don't think so! What I said is the truth!" He Yunze was so anxious that he felt a surge of agitation.

But no sooner had he finished speaking than everyone heard Physician Li's high-pitched voice soaring into the sky:

"Good heavens! Good heavens! The pulse has really improved! Madam Sun's pulse has really improved! It really can be cured!"

Lord Sun rushed in immediately.

Physician Li, though over fifty, was flushed red, looking even more anxious than Lord Sun; he was so worried he was jumping up and down.

"Unbelievable! Turning the tide and transforming the rotten into the miraculous! How did you manage to do this?! Madam, what medicine did you prescribe, and who did you learn it from?!"

Upon hearing this, Madam He's tense expression turned to joy. She took the hand of the old nanny and hurriedly walked behind the screen.

All the sick ladies finally had a glimmer of light in their eyes, and they all rushed in at once.

He Yunze was left standing there, staring blankly at the crowd of people inside the screen, his ears filled with the ladies' ecstatic praise of Song Xizhi.

Could Song Xizhi really cure diseases?

This is impossible...

A complex mix of emotions welled up inside He Yunze in an instant, and a sense of bewilderment almost overwhelmed him.

At that moment, Prime Minister Lin, carrying the unconscious Lin Miaoxin horizontally, was pacing back and forth at the entrance of the screen, looking somewhat hesitant.

He muttered to himself, as if trying to convince himself: "Miaoxin is the most seriously ill, she will definitely treat Miaoxin first without hesitation, right?"

As soon as Prime Minister Lin finished speaking, Su Shaoyuan put his arm around Su Mingli's shoulder and swayed as he walked up.

Su Mingren, with a stern face, stood beside the father and son, blocking Prime Minister Lin's path.

Su Shaoyuan spoke first: "Lord Lin, Xizhi is the incompetent doctor you mentioned. You swore in court that you would not let her treat him. My grandson is just like me, timid and afraid he would not dare to treat him."

Su Mingren snorted coldly and looked up at the sky: "My Su family members are of low rank and have little influence. We can't even become sixth-rank officials in our family. We are always bullied by others outside. We really dare not let Xizhi take risks, for fear that we will not be able to protect him."

Three burning gazes shot straight at Prime Minister Lin's face. Prime Minister Lin felt his throat tighten and his face burning with pain.