Qiu Yan's heart tightened slightly. "Pay back a life?" She reminded Prefect Xie, "Prefect, your son is not dead yet. You shouldn't curse him like this, not to mention the matter of the reward."

The fee will have to be discussed separately.

Prefect Xie, his words cut off, glared at Qiu Yan with displeasure.

"Come with me!"

Prefect Xie also knew that he had spoken without thinking because he was too anxious.

Deep down, he already felt that his son was beyond saving.

He just wouldn't give up.

Qiu Yan and Qin Susu followed Prefect Xie into Young Master Xie's bedroom.

At this moment, Young Master Xie curled up like a shrimp, nestled on the bed.

His face was flushed, his eyes were closed, and his breathing was unusually unsteady.

As soon as the two entered, they heard the prefect anxiously asking Qiu Yan:

"Physician Qiu, please take a look, how is my son?"

"My lord, please don't panic!" Qiu Yan walked step by step to the bedside. Qin Susu, who was behind her, turned pale as she looked at the person on the bed in pain.

Qiu Yan touched Xie Gongzi's forehead; it was a little hot.

Perhaps sensing someone approaching, Young Master Xie opened his eyes in a daze.

What came into view was a snow-white girl in a short blue dress and with her hair styled in a bun.

Her appearance is somewhat blurry.

"Who? Who are you?"

Due to abdominal pain, Young Master Xie spoke in a barely audible voice.

"I am a female healer." Qiu Yan's clear voice brought some peace of mind to Young Master Xie on the bed.

Young Master Xie struggled to get up, but Qiu Yan gently stopped him.

"Lie down and don't move around."

"Hmm." Young Master Xie responded weakly, his heart inexplicably calming down, but the beads of sweat on his forehead showed that he was trying his best to endure the abdominal pain.

Young Master Xie was hunched over, his legs not straightened.

Qiu Yan rolled up her sleeves, thinking to herself that she regretted not dressing up as a man.

The strict separation of men and women caused many inconveniences.

She asked Young Master Xie, "Where does it hurt the most?"

In his dazed state, Young Master Xie only heard groans, but no reply.

Qiu Yan's gaze fell on Prefect Xie.

Prefect Xie stepped forward, "Miss, have you discovered anything?"

Qiu Yan: "Could you please press his abdomen?"

Prefect Xie did as instructed, pressing his hand against Young Master Xie's abdomen and moving it slowly.

When the pressure was applied to his lower right abdomen, the dazed young master Xie's face contorted in pain, and he groaned, "Don't move, it hurts!"

Prefect Xie quickly stopped and cautiously asked, "Miss Qiu, can my son's illness be cured?"

He was afraid that Qiu Yan would utter words of regret.

The previous incompetent doctors only knew how to give his son some bitter medicine soup, which was of no use at all and made his son suffer a lot.

"My lord, your son suffers from intestinal abscess, a disease that is difficult to cure," Qiu Yan said truthfully.

After checking it out, she had a better understanding of the situation.

Young Master Xie has acute appendicitis.

"Can she be cured?" Qiu Yan asked herself, then slowly shook her head.

Qin Susu, standing behind Qiu Yan, was deeply worried for her.

Prefect Xie felt a pang of unease, but then he thought, "Difficult to treat, but not impossible to treat."

"Dr. Qiu, let's talk outside."

It's best not to disturb his rest.

Qin Susu chuckled inwardly, "Dr. Qiu?"

Prefect Xie's face changed so quickly; in such a short time, even his form of address changed.

Upon leaving the bedroom, Prefect Xie immediately inquired:

"Dr. Qiu, please tell me, how should I treat my son's illness? He has taken many medicines before, but none of them have helped."

He knew that the outcome for people who got this disease was...

—It hurts so much!