"Can he cure diseases?"

"Don't think I'm too old and blind to recognize this person!"

Wang Youren snorted coldly and flicked his sleeves. "This kid is a scholar who has served in the military for seven years. His name is Sun Jian. Although he has academic honors, he is an idle and lazy person."

"If he knew medicine, pigs could fly! And he's delusional enough to dream of meeting the county magistrate! Humph, get out of my inn!"

"Uncle..."

Seeing his friend being scolded, Lao Jiang hurriedly tried to defend himself, but before he could say anything, Sun Jian interrupted him.

"Wang Yicheng, what you're saying is probably a bit of nonsense. Whether pigs can climb trees is another matter, but you're not me, so how can you be sure I don't know medicine?"

"You are also a scholar, how can you not know the principle that those who know do not speak, and those who speak do not know?"

Sun Jian remained calm and composed, took a few steps forward, and continued, "You have never witnessed my medical skills, so how can you say I am not skilled in medicine?"

"this……"

Two sentences were enough to make Wang Youren choke up.

Sun Jian continued his barrage of questions, "May I ask you, the current county magistrate's wife is nearing the end of her life, and all the doctors are helpless, is that right?"

"yes!"

"Doctors should not seek specific methods, but only to treat the symptoms. Is this statement correct?"

"right!"

"Lord Wang, I swear on my life that I can save her, but you have repeatedly stopped me. There is nothing wrong with us leaving this place, but if I really have the medical skills to save her in the future, tell me, at that time, will the county magistrate's wife die at your hands or from her illness?"

"this……"

Wang Youren was rendered speechless by Sun Jian's few words.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Sun Jian continued, "I have heard that many famous doctors who go to treat patients are rewarded even if they are not cured. Why am I being turned away by you today when I am so confident?"

"Young man, I'll say it again: if I can't cure you, I'm willing to stake my life on it."

"Count me in."

Gu Zijian also took a step forward.

"Me too!"

Zhou Wan'er, on the other side, was not to be outdone.

Although they hadn't known Sun Jian for long, they were all quite knowledgeable and experienced.

The two women knew in their hearts that Sun Jian was far more complex than he appeared on the surface, from repeated doubts to repeated surprises.

Sun Jian was always shrouded in mystery. They knew that none of his items, such as instant noodles, wheat flour, composite crossbows, magical fishing rods, and potatoes, were things that ordinary people could produce.

Even if Sun Jian cannot cure the magistrate's wife, it will probably implicate the two of them. It is better to take a gamble now, because miracles are never lacking in this man.

"Me too, count me in!"

Old Jiang, showing a sense of loyalty, hesitated for a long time before stepping forward from behind the group.

In this way, it was as if Sun Jian had simultaneously put the heads of five people on the line.

Faced with the united will of the people, Wang Youren fell silent. After a long while, he sighed deeply and said, "Alright, I'll take you there, but there's one thing you must remember: if anything goes wrong, even I might not escape blame."

"Don't worry, Lord Wang, nothing unexpected will happen!"

Sun Jian smiled, still looking confident and composed.

It's just a bacterial infection in the wound and a persistent high fever, isn't it?

I refuse to believe that a single injection of a stronger antibiotic won't solve the problem!

If all else fails, have a super adrenaline shot!

I guarantee that after the injection, the old lady will be able to get out of bed and run, and even lift dumbbells without a problem! Uh... wait a minute, dumbbells don't exist in this world.

Through Wang Yicheng's introduction, Sun Jian, with his "ancestral medical skills," easily met the county magistrate. However, Zhou Wan'er and the others were left in the reception hall to await news.

After passing through the courtyard and corridor, Wang Yicheng led Sun Jian to the county magistrate's study, where the magistrate had already been waiting for them.

The county magistrate's name was Wang Muzhi. He was a small old man over fifty years old, with a square face, a short beard, thick eyebrows, and big eyes.

He was considered a good local official by the people, and it was said that he was skilled in both writing and horsemanship.

Perhaps because of his wife, when Sun Jian saw him, he was very haggard, with an aged and powerless look that was rare for someone his age.

There were a few gray hairs at his temples, and he looked listless.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Magistrate Wang inquired, "May I ask where you are from, sir? Since your medical skills are passed down through generations, did your parents have any names?"

Sun Jian remained calm and casually made up a few sentences, saying that his parents were refugees who had drifted to Hongnong County, but had starved to death in their early years. He claimed that his ancestors had not left any famous names, but that their lineage specialized in treating this type of illness.

His words were not a big deal, but they almost scared Wang Yicheng half to death. If he didn't cure the illness and Magistrate Wang found out, the lightest punishment would be beheading!

"I wonder how Madam is doing now? The more ailments she has, the harder she is to cure. Please take me there, sir." Sun Jian knew that Magistrate Wang was worried and wanted to ask more questions, but he had lost interest in making things up, after all, Chu Qingcheng was still in prison.

"Madam has fallen into a coma; her pulse and breathing are becoming increasingly weak. Yesterday, she couldn't even take her medicine..."

Magistrate Wang's eyes were lifeless, as if his soul had been drained away.

"Sir, are you sure? If not, please don't continue. The doctor has said that today is the day Madam will pass away..."

"this……"

Upon hearing this, Wang Yicheng broke out in a cold sweat once again.

His pulse and breathing were very weak, and he couldn't even get the medicine down his throat. How could we save him?

This isn't saving people, it's snatching people from the jaws of death!

He looked at Sun Jian again, and shook his head slightly, indicating that Sun Jian should not take the job, and that it was still not too late to leave.

But to everyone's surprise, Sun Jian smiled and still had a confident expression, "If you trust me, I can give it a try. I dare not say that I have absolute certainty, but I will never let the day of your death come true."

Is this really true?

"really."

"If it is because of..."

“That’s impossible!” Sun Jian said decisively, interrupting Magistrate Wang before he could finish speaking.

Magistrate Wang gazed intently at Sun Jian, remained silent for a long time, and then said softly, "Alright! Come with me!"

Led by Magistrate Wang, Wang Youren and Sun Jian arrived at a room in the inner courtyard of the mansion.

Although Sun Jian was mentally prepared, he was still shocked when he saw the old woman's miserable state on the bed.

Words like "pale-faced" and "on the verge of death" are insufficient to describe the condition of the county magistrate's wife before us.

Because at this moment, the county magistrate's wife was only breathing, not exhaling.

The little warmth left in his body began to cool, and his pulse and breathing became barely perceptible.

After taking the old lady's pulse, Sun Jian stood up from the chair, his expression somewhat conflicted.

This isn't treating an illness; it's practically snatching someone from the jaws of death!