As they approached the Marquis's residence, Xie Zhaozhao sent Yuanyuan to tell Wen Zhixia, "The old lady is probably nearing the end of her life."

Wen Zhixia was stunned for a moment, then suddenly understood. She grinned and thought to herself, "Miss Xie is a level above Miss Zhang!"

Xie Zhaozhao brought Wen Zhixia to the old lady's Ci'en Courtyard. When Taxue saw Xie Zhaozhao bringing a doctor, she immediately felt a tightness in her chest.

"Third Madam, why did you bring a doctor with you?"

“My mother is ill, and I am extremely anxious. Fortunately, Doctor Wen from the Zhang family is available, so I invited him to treat my mother. The old lady is frail, and her illness cannot be delayed.”

Xie Zhaozhao asked Doctor Wen to take the old lady's pulse.

The old lady was afraid that if she were to feign illness, she would lose face, so she didn't dare to extend her wrist.

Wen Zhixia asked kindly, "Does the old lady feel unwell somewhere?"

The old lady squinted and said weakly, "Headache, heart palpitations, insomnia, and loss of appetite."

"The Wen family has produced many renowned doctors, and Doctor Wen is the best of his generation. Mother, you can rest assured about his medical skills," Xie Zhaozhao comforted her. "Doctor Wen is the most popular doctor in the capital."

The old lady dared not extend her wrist any further.

Tu and Aunt Zhi's eyelids twitched; the Third Madam's move was truly ruthless.

She was asked to take care of him when he was ill, but instead she came along as a miracle doctor.

Wen Zhixia placed the pulse pillow by the old lady's bedside and laid out a row of silver needles. Under everyone's watchful eyes, the old lady had no choice but to extend her wrist.

Xie Zhaozhao stood respectfully to the side, watching Wen Zhixia place two fingers on the old lady's wrist.

After taking the pulse for a while, Wen Zhixia suddenly became extremely serious and asked the old lady to extend her other wrist. Her expression grew increasingly solemn.

"Does the old lady still feel short of breath, feel cold, or sometimes have memory problems?"

"Yes, yes, what, what's wrong?" the old lady asked anxiously.

“Well…” Wen Zhixia’s face showed compassion as she solemnly said to Madam Tu and her group, “Madam, please eat whatever you wish to eat!”

These words startled the old lady so much that she jumped up.