"Master, please accept my bow!"

Everyone present was taken aback by Dr. Jin's words.

Remembering what Dr. Jin said yesterday, "If you can keep him from dying tomorrow, I will wholeheartedly accept you as my apprentice."

The other dozen or so doctors looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Could it be...could it be that Wan Shu really did save that man's life!?"

"No, that's absolutely impossible!"

This guess was immediately rejected by everyone.

"That's right! That's absolutely impossible! How could Wan Shu, an ignorant village woman, really know medicine, and be so skilled at it!"

"But if not, then why would Brother Jin kneel down and become a disciple?"

"This...this...Brother Jin must have been bribed by this woman!"

Doctor Jin, unable to bear it any longer, turned around: "What nonsense are you spouting! Wan... no, Master!"

Doctor Jin quickly changed his tune: "My master is just an ordinary village woman. Even if she has superb medical skills, how could she possibly have the money to bribe me!"

Wan Shu: "..." Hmm... She was saying, is it possible that she really has that kind of money?

But clearly, no one thought she had that kind of money.

"Yes! She's just a village woman. Even if you wanted to bribe her, you wouldn't have the money!"

"Since there was no money to bribe them, does that mean they actually managed to save their lives?!"

"Get out of my way! I need to see!"

"I'm going too!"

One doctor after another poured into the room, and then one doctor after another knelt down in front of Wan Shu.

"Master, please accept my bow!"

"I also accept your bow, disciple!"

"Me too! Me too!"

The scene of a large group of elderly men in their fifties, sixties, or even seventies and eighties kneeling before Wan Shu was quite shocking.

Actually, these senior doctors didn't want to kneel down at first.

But who can blame them when Wan Shu's medical skills are so good!

When they entered the room and saw that the man was still breathing, they thought it was just a lucky coincidence that the man hadn't died yet.

But to their surprise, when they took their pulses, they were all nearly speechless with astonishment.

This isn't just a lucky coincidence; it's clearly a miracle doctor coming out of seclusion!

No, no, no! Even the legendary miracle doctor doesn't have such good medical skills.

In just one night, the severe internal damage to the brain was brought under control.

The high fever subsided, the epidemic was brought under control, and even his complexion became much rosier!

Wan Shu thought to herself, "No wonder my complexion has improved so much."

She got up once in the middle of the night and saw that the man's face was still pale. She was really worried that he would die, so she spent a lot of money to buy two units of blood for him to transfuse.

Putting aside the cost, this was her first time giving someone an IV drip, and it took her more than ten attempts to find the right vein. She was so tired that she even got dark circles under her eyes!

But the doctors were unaware of these intricacies; they only saw how quickly the man recovered.

This speed is absolutely divine! Forget about village women, even a three-year-old toddler would be begging for his help!

"Master! Master! I spoke rudely before, it was my fault! Please don't take offense! Please accept me as your disciple!"

"And me, I promise that after I become a disciple, I will respect my master and uphold the Way!"

"I will definitely treat my master as my own mother!"

Wan Shu looked at the white-haired old man, and her lips twitched uncontrollably twice: "There's really no need for that!"

The old man said, "Absolutely! From now on, you're my mother!"

Another old man retorted, "You're talking nonsense! This is clearly my own mother!"

Wan Shu: "..." Why are they fighting over this?!

After a moment, Wan Shu understood why these old men were so agitated.

She explained, "I didn't intend to take you as my apprentices. The reason I competed with you in medicine was only to teach you how to make garlic extract so that we could save the people of the city. Even if you became my apprentices, I wouldn't teach you any other medical skills."

Ah, they're not going to teach me...

The doctors' disappointment was palpable.

However, they quickly cheered up again: "It's okay, it's okay. We are completely convinced of your medical skills, Master. Even if you don't want to teach us, it doesn't matter."

"Yes, yes, yes! We just want to become your disciples and pay our respects to you!"

Hmph, so what if I don't teach you now? Once you become my disciple, what's there to worry about in the future?

As long as they behave well as good sycophants, or rather, good apprentices, given enough time, they'll surely learn the skills.

Seeing their stubborn expressions, Wan Shu understood what they were thinking and reiterated that he would not teach any medical skills other than allicin.

However, this still couldn't dissuade them from becoming apprentices.

They even stated directly that they would not learn how to make garlic extract if Wan Shu did not accept them as apprentices.

Left with no other choice, Wan Shu had to accept these dozen or so disciples who were old enough to be his grandfathers!

After accepting apprentices, the next step is to teach them.

Making allicin isn't exactly difficult, but it's not exactly easy either.

The main problem is that people in ancient times had never encountered equipment like distillation. If it were a modern person, they would definitely learn how to use it in no time.

But if it were an elderly person in their seventies or eighties, whose thinking had become fixed, it would be much more difficult to teach them.

Fortunately, Wan Shu has now become their master.

If their master goes east, they would never dare to go west. In short, whatever Wan Shu tells them to do, they will do it!

After a day and a night, the dozen or so senior doctors finally learned how to make allicin and produced quite a lot of it.

Meanwhile, feedback has also been received on the effects of the first batch of seriously ill patients who took allicin.

Amazingly, 70% of the patients experienced improvement!

Upon hearing this, the senior doctors felt even more certain that they had not made a mistake in choosing a master!

You must know that many seriously ill plague patients were already on the verge of death, but Master was able to save 70% of them with just one medicine. What incredible skill this is!

Wan Shu was also very happy to hear the news of the critically ill patient's recovery, and her sense of accomplishment and security was immediately maximized.

Leading everyone in making garlic extract gave me even more motivation.

Occasionally, she would find an opportunity to add the plague-specific medicine she bought from the mall to the herbal tea for disaster relief, in order to speed up the recovery of the masses.

After five days, the plague in Jingzhou Prefecture was finally alleviated.

Meanwhile, the prefect, having recovered from the allicin treatment, was able to focus on dealing with, or perhaps punishing, Magistrate Zhu and Meng Zhenshou!