He Yanting and the Minister of Revenue Han Qinian were standing in front of him.

Han Qinian was stunned when he saw her, and then a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes: "Jiang Shishu, are you here to show your face to my daughter?"

There was excitement in his voice. After all, the girl in front of him was the one who even He Yanting had cured. If Qiao Qiao's face was left to her, it would surely be restored to its original state!

Jiang Zhiyu nodded and saluted him, "Indeed, I came so suddenly. I'm sorry to bother you two."

"Don't disturb me, don't disturb me," Han Qinian said excitedly, "I'll take you..."

He was just about to say that he would take Jiang Zhiyu over personally, but when he saw He Yanting next to him, he swallowed his words back.

He Yanting also saw his embarrassment and took the initiative to speak, "It's okay. We've almost finished discussing official business. If Minister Han and Minister Jiang don't mind, I'd like to watch as well. I haven't seen Divine Doctor Jiang's medical skills for a long time, and I miss him a little."

Jiang Zhiyu frowned the moment he spoke.

[I was right, the one in Zuiyuelong was definitely not him! ]

He Yanting was stunned. He lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes blocked the expression in his eyes. No one knew what he was thinking.

Han Qinian certainly didn't mind, but he looked at Jiang Zhiyu, "Jiang Shishu?"

"Ah?" Jiang Zhiyu came back to his senses and shook his head: "I don't mind either."

Since no one minded, Han Qinian asked the gatekeeper to leave, and the three of them walked towards Han Qiao's courtyard together.

When they arrived at the courtyard, the gate was closed. Han Qinian frowned and asked the servant beside him to knock on the door, but no one answered. He repeated this several times, but the same thing happened.

Jiang Zhiyu's eyes suddenly became meaningful.

[Looks like her extremely controlling mother is here.]

He Yanting glanced at her, and then, as if responding to Jiang Zhiyu, a high-pitched voice rang out from the courtyard: "Our Qiao Qiao doesn't need treatment. I don't care who you are or what kind of deity you invited, please go back home. Our temple is too small to accommodate a giant like you!"

Han Qinian's expression suddenly darkened. He turned his head and forced a smile at Jiang Zhiyu: "My wife is just worried about Qiao Qiao's face. Please don't be offended, Secretary Jiang."

Jiang Zhiyu chuckled: "No problem."

Han Qinian turned back and said in a cold voice: "It's me, open the door!"

There was a sudden silence in the yard. After a while, the gate was opened.

A woman in gorgeous clothes stood in the courtyard, her hands on her hips. A veiled girl beside her grabbed her arm and shook it, "Mother, Zhiyu is truly a miracle healer. Unlike those fame-seeking healers you've been seeing before, listen to me for once."

The woman in gorgeous clothes turned a deaf ear to him and glanced at Jiang Zhiyu with eyes full of doubt: "This little girl is a miracle doctor?!"

She had just returned from her hometown a few days ago and knew nothing about what was happening in Shengjing.

As soon as I came back, my daughter happily told me that someone could cure her face, but so many people had come to see her before, and everyone said it could be cured, but none of them could.

Her hopes were dashed time and time again. Every time she saw her daughter's dim eyes, she couldn't help but feel heartbroken. Over time, she developed a great prejudice against the so-called miracle doctor.

When he saw that the so-called miracle doctor was actually a little girl, his prejudice became even greater.

Han Qinian's wife is Xia Chuchu, the daughter of Xia Zhao, the Minister of Honglu Temple. Although her name is Chuchu, her behavior has nothing to do with the pitiful Chuchu.

Jiang Zhiyu stepped forward and said, "Hello, Madam. I can't say I'm a miracle doctor, but I can definitely cure Miss Han Qiao's face."

Xia Chuchu found her frank and calm, and she liked her a little better, but it was absolutely impossible for her to touch Qiao Qiao's face!

"Oh? If I'm not mistaken, you're no more than twelve years old now. How can I believe you can do something so young that even the Imperial Hospital can't?!"

Han Qiao was anxious and couldn't help but wanted to speak, but was interrupted by her mother.

Jiang Zhiyu chuckled, said nothing, and looked at He Yanting.

[Come on! It's your turn to promote! My promotional ambassador!]

He Yanting: “…”

The corners of his mouth curled up, and he took a step forward: "Madam's judgment is biased. Although Jiang Shishu is still young, her medical skills are unmatched in the entire Imperial Hospital. She cured my legs."

Han Qinian and Han Qiao nodded vigorously.

Xia Chuchu looked him up and down with suspicion, then looked at Jiang Zhiyu, her eyes full of inquiry.

He Yanting's leg injury was well known to everyone in Tianqi. Just like her daughter Qiao Qiao's face, he had sought help from famous doctors, but it still hadn't healed. And now, he was able to stand up again, and it was cured by a little girl?!

Xia Chuchu's pupils suddenly contracted.

Han Qiao grabbed her arm and shook it gently: "Mother, look, I told you, I didn't lie to you, Zhiyu is very powerful, and now she is the first female official of Tianqi. The emperor values ​​her very much."

Xia Chuchu: “!!!”

There was a look of disbelief on her face.

The first female official of Tianqi? This little girl?!

She rubbed her temples. She just went back to her parents' home. How come so many things happened in Shengjing City?

She was surprised, and her expression was no longer as resistant as it was at first.

Seeing her expression relax, Han Qinian hurriedly said, "Qiao Qiao, why don't you let Jiang Shishu take a look at you."

Han Qiao nodded, and Han Qinian turned sideways again, respectfully bowing to Jiang Zhiyu: "Qiao Qiao will leave it to Secretary Jiang. If you need anything, Secretary Jiang can tell the attendants."

Jiang Zhiyu returned the greeting, "Minister Han, you are too kind. I will definitely do my best."

Xia Chuchu still had doubts in her eyes. After Jiang Zhiyu finished speaking, she said coldly, "In that case, I will be watching you throughout your treatment."

She would never give anyone the chance to hurt her, Qiao Qiao, again.

Jiang Zhiyu didn't care about this and nodded, "Okay."

Madam Xia is so cautious, perhaps because she has discovered that the previous incident is related to the concubine. Unfortunately, too much time has passed, and the few clues she has found cannot be used as evidence.

[Alas, every family has its own problems.]

A group of people entered the house, and four people, eight pairs of eyes, all stared at Jiang Zhiyu, especially Xia Chuchu, with scorching eyes. Jiang Zhiyu suspected that she might be the reincarnation of an incandescent lamp in her previous life.

[I'm a big shot. If I had a different mindset, I'd be so nervous being stared at like that.]

She took out the props: needle, thread, knife, hammer, and various medicinal herbs.

Others: “…”

It seems like something strange has gotten in.

Xia Chuchu jumped up from the chair with a "thump", pointing at the knife and hammer with trembling fingers.

"Is this also used to treat the face?!"

She raised her voice and glared at Han Qinian.

She said they were just assholes, who would use a knife and a hammer to treat their face?!