The two doctors gave conflicting opinions, leaving people wondering who to believe.

The head of the Yang family was also troubled. After careful consideration, he decided to listen to Doctor Ji.

After all, the doctors in the capital had treated his grandmother for a long time without any improvement, and although this was the first time they had invited Doctor Ji, he was at least well-known.

Aside from using strong medications, there have been no known precedents of patients dying from medical treatment.

So he did as he said and continued taking the medicine the next day.

After taking the medicine twice, the old lady's symptoms did indeed improve.

Jia Shiyi changed the prescription again, and after the old lady took two doses, she was almost completely recovered.

The news that the elderly lady of the Yang family was nearing death had spread long ago.

But the families in the capital waited and waited, yet they still did not hear any news of the Yang family's death.

In particular, the Yang family's rivals, having not received any news for a long time, sent people to investigate. To their surprise, they discovered that the old lady was not only alive, but had also been cured.

Immediately, Dr. Ji's medical skills became famous among the merchants.

Meanwhile, Jia Shiyi had successfully used his medical skills to get in touch with an official in the capital.

Through this official's network of connections, he received business to treat even more high-ranking officials and dignitaries.

It's fortunate that his medical skills are excellent; otherwise, these strange and unusual ailments might not have been cured.

To avoid making mistakes, he even wore out his medical books, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

While the prescriptions he gave to his patients might seem to be more potent, they were actually the most appropriate prescriptions he had carefully considered and refined.

As a result, the name of the Divine Physician Ji spread throughout the entire capital city within just one month.

The people of Prince Xin's mansion had naturally heard of his reputation.

However, the royal palace was different from other residences. When they were sick, they would naturally send a petition to the imperial physicians for treatment. They did not value folk doctors much.

However, given Song's special status, the Prince's residence may not have invited a royal physician to treat her.

Jiang Bai guessed that they might still be observing, so he told Jia Shiyi to continue his efforts.

Sure enough, half a month later, Jiang and Bai finally received a visit from the Prince Xin's residence.

The two followed behind the servant leading the way, only daring to look down at the road and not daring to look up or look around.

"We've arrived. Please wait here for a moment."

The servant gave the usual instructions and then went to the front courtyard to knock on the door.

Tilan Garden.

This is the name of the hospital room the patient is in.

Jiang Bai looked up for a moment, then quickly looked down again.

He glanced around out of the corner of his eye.

"Dr. Ji, please."

Soon, the servant came out and welcomed the two into the courtyard.

The people inside had already made preparations; a small table was set up in the courtyard with a pulse pillow on it.

A maidservant in her early twenties, dressed as a woman, came out and draped a red silk thread over the pulse pillow.

Jia Shiyi fell silent for a long time before asking, "What is the meaning of this, Your Excellency?"

"In ancient times, there were legendary physicians who were well-versed in the art of diagnosing pulses by suspending a thread. Physician Ji's medical skills are superb and unparalleled, so he must be no less proficient in this art."

"Does your esteemed household mean that I should take your pulse by threading a needle?"

"Exactly."

Jia Shiyi stood up expressionlessly, turned around and left.

"My medical skills are not very good, so I will not embarrass myself by showing them off."

Without considering whether they would offend the Prince Xin's Mansion, they led Jiang Bai toward the main gate.

His face still held a hint of anger at being mocked.

Seeing him get up and leave, the servant paused for a moment, glanced inside, and after receiving orders, quickly stepped forward to stop Jia Shiyi, offering apologies and inviting him back in.

After a barrage of kind words, Jia Shiyi's face finally looked presentable.

He also explained to him, "Methods like 'pulse diagnosis by hanging a thread' do exist, but they are not accurate."

“If a person is sick, you can’t tell anything just by looking at their pulse.”

"When we diagnose a patient, we use the four methods of observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation. Pulse diagnosis only involves the palpation method."

“If you don’t want to invite me, then don’t. Why resort to such disgusting tactics?”

"We are trained in medicine, not magic. How can we diagnose illnesses with just a single thread!"

Jia Shiyi kept chattering.

Putting aside the fact that their purpose in sneaking into the Prince's mansion was to see Madam Song, even if they were really treating someone, there is no such thing as taking a pulse by hanging a thread.

Once inside the courtyard, the doors to the rooms were already open.

This time, the servants didn't cause any trouble and simply led the person into the room and to the bedside.

The maids brought a chair for Jia Shiyi to sit down, then placed the pulse pillow in place before taking out the wrist of the person lying on the bed, placing it on the pulse pillow, and covering it with a silk handkerchief.

This time, Jia Shiyi didn't say anything more.

This was often the case for young ladies or women of wealthy families, in order to avoid physical intimacy with doctors and thus damage their reputation.

As soon as Jia Shiyi placed his fingers on the wrist of the person on the bed and felt the pulse, his eyes lit up.

This person is definitely not from the Song family.

Having received the news, he had a preliminary understanding of Song's illness. The pulse of the person on the bed was at most due to menstrual irregularities caused by cold constitution, which was completely different from the pulse of Song's illness.

However, he cleverly kept his abilities hidden, prescribed medicine according to the symptoms, left the prescription, collected the consultation fee, and left.

And so another month passed.

The Prince Xin's mansion would invite him from time to time, but each time the courtyard he visited was different, and the patients inside were also different.

With Jiang Bai by his side, as long as Jiang Bai wasn't in a hurry, he naturally wasn't in a hurry either.

If she weren't afraid of alerting the enemy and causing Song Shi to be moved by the Prince Xin's mansion, she wouldn't have bothered using such a roundabout method.

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