He Dongsheng didn't even give Yu Jiao a chance to speak, and shouted to the servants outside, "Come here, lock this woman up in the woodshed!"

Manager He was so frightened that his face turned pale. He hurriedly said in a trembling voice, "Master, this Miss Meng may be able to cure our old master. It was she who cured the second master of the Mu family."

The servants standing outside the hall had already rushed in to take the man away. Jiang Qinghe also hurriedly stopped them, saying, "Wait a minute! Master He, Yu Ruhai is a quack. He used Miss Meng's prescription and that's why he harmed Master He. If Miss Meng had personally examined Master He, she would never have harmed him like this. Calm down first, why don't you let Miss Meng examine Master He first?"

Hearing Jiang Qinghe's words, He Dongsheng raised his hand to stop the servant from grabbing him, and said in disbelief, "Doctor Jiang, you...what do you mean? Are you acquainted with this Miss Meng? She is a woman, and so young, why are you trying to fool me?"

Jiang Qinghe smiled helplessly. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have found it hard to believe that a little girl like Meng Yujiao had better medical skills than him.

"Master He, I didn't fool you. Do you remember what I said to you before?"

He Dongsheng was stunned for a moment, remembering what Jiang Qinghe said at the old man's bedside. He went to find a doctor, hoping that the old man's life could be saved.

He Dongsheng didn't have much hope. In the entire Changkui County, there were only one or two doctors whose medical skills were better than Jiang Qinghe's. He had invited those one or two doctors back home to see the old man, and without exception, they all left shaking their heads.

He just thought that Jiang Qinghe's words were a comfort to him.

But Jiang Qinghe clearly came back alone. He Dongsheng looked suspiciously between Yu Jiao and Jiang Qinghe, and after a while he asked, "Doctor Jiang, the doctor you are talking about... is she?"

Jiang Qinghe nodded.

Seeing his serious expression, He Dongsheng didn't know what expression to make for a moment. He was stunned for a while before looking at Yu Jiao. He coughed, cleared his throat, and said, "Your last name is Meng, right? Are you from the Yu family? Since Doctor Jiang thinks highly of you, I will trust you for now. Come with me."

He Dongsheng didn't waste any time and took Yu Jiao directly to the west wing where his grandfather lived. He would make plans only after Yu Jiao had seen the doctor.

The women of the He family who were outside the house saw their master leading a young girl into the old man's room. They wanted to ask a few questions, but when they saw He Dongsheng's cold face, they dared not open their mouths.

Several of He Dongsheng's brothers gathered around Old Master He's bed, each of them acting very respectful and filial, kneeling at the head of the bed with red eyes, wiping their tears.

Yu Jiao just glanced at them indifferently. She was used to seeing separations of life and death, so she didn't feel anything about the He family's filial piety and deep affection.

"Brother, who is this?" asked a man who was kneeling beside the bed and wiping the old man's face.

He Dongsheng did not answer, but looked at Yu Jiao coldly.

Yu Jiao calmly pulled out old man He's arm from the quilt and placed her fingers on his withered wrist covered with age spots. Old man He's pulse was just as Jiang Qinghe had said, rapid and weak, with intermittent weakness.

Yu Jiao's hand moved away from the old man He's pulse. The old man closed his eyes and fell unconscious. Yu Jiao bent down and moved the old man He's head. The sores all over the back of his head came into view. The swelling was flat, the roots of the sores were scattered, the suppuration was slow, the skin was dark red, the pus was scarce, and the rotten flesh was difficult to remove.

She asked Jiang Qinghe who was standing beside her, "What's the color of the moss?"

Jiang Qinghe quickly replied, "The tongue is pale red, with a greasy white coating."