When Yuan Qi left Yaoguang Pavilion, Wen Zhujun glanced at Tu Shanli several times.
On the way, Wen Zhujun kept asking Yuan Qi about the origins of Tushan.
Yuan Qi sneered at her, "You say he likes me, but I think you're the one who's attracted to him. The nine-tailed fox clan is just so charming, you can't blame yourself. Next time I see him, I'll definitely give him a good talking to and tell him to stop seducing people. Even someone as heartless as you has fallen for him, how can this be allowed? He's become more and more frivolous in the years we haven't seen him."
Wen Zhujun was stunned. What was all this about?
The carriage suddenly stopped. Yuan Qi lifted the curtain and looked out. There was a crowd of people in front of him. He couldn't see what was going on, but he could hear the commotion coming from the other side.
"What are you doing? How can you just stand by and watch someone die?" came the old woman's crying voice, which was also filled with angry accusations.
Then came soft sobs: "My son, you can't abandon your mother."
Yuan Qi got out of the carriage and pushed through the crowd, where he saw an elderly woman with gray hair, dressed neatly. Although she wore coarse cloth clothes, they were very clean. The old woman was sitting on the ground, holding an unconscious man in her arms. The man was about thirty years old, with a sallow complexion, tightly closed lips, and a white long robe, looking like a scholar.
This place was a clinic. A man dressed in black silk pointed at the old woman and said, "Bringing a dead person here is really bad luck."
Yuan Qi squatted down, pulled the man's arm over, and took his pulse. The man's pulse was straight and long, and the touch was firm and firm, like pressing a bowstring. The illness was somewhat serious, but not serious enough to be considered fatal.
She reached into her cloth bag, took out a white porcelain bottle, poured out a pill, put it in the man's mouth, and gently patted it on his throat. The pill slid down his throat.
She then turned to look at the man who had spoken abusively: "You're the owner of this clinic, aren't you? It's one thing to refuse to help someone in distress, but why throw the patient out like that?"
The shopkeeper, surnamed Zhang, blabbering and snarling, berated Yuan Qi: "Where did this little brat come from, daring to meddle in other people's business? Do you think my Baicaotang needs your guidance? Do you know what's going on? This man is about to die. This old woman can't bear to watch her son die before her eyes and has already taken him to several clinics. It's not that I'm refusing to help, but he's already terminally ill and beyond cure. Young lady, I advise you not to get involved. This mother and son not only have no money, but they're also likely to extort money. If you get involved, you'll be ripped off."
Judging from the faces of the old woman and the unconscious man, Yuan Qi did not think they were swindlers or con artists, so he felt that the shopkeeper was shirking responsibility.
"It's just that you didn't help someone in distress, don't try to defend yourself."
Manager Zhang flicked his sleeves and was about to leave when he found himself unable to move; his feet seemed to be glued to the ground.
Yuan Qi said with a gloomy face, "Carry him inside, there's still hope for him."
Manager Zhang was very unwilling: "If someone dies in my shop, it will be bad luck. I won't do it."
Yuan Qi insisted, "That's not up to you."
Manager Zhang yelled at Yuan Qi, "You're not a doctor, so you should leave now. We can't cure this illness. Let them go somewhere else and don't delay."
"Save me..." The man, who had been unconscious, opened his eyes and instinctively grabbed the old woman's clothes. "Mother, I don't want to die."
The old woman wept with joy and continued to beg the shopkeeper. She gently placed her son on the ground and kowtowed to Yuan Qi: "Young lady, did you save my son? Did that medicine work? It's a miracle drug! Young lady, please save my son. I'll do anything for you."
Those around him began to criticize Manager Zhang.
"He's woken up, hasn't he? How can you say he's about to die? I think you're just letting him die."
"That heartless shop could still be saved, but you insist it's on its deathbed."
Manager Zhang was a little embarrassed. He was also a doctor. He had just examined the pulse and found that the person was only exhaling and not inhaling. He was about to die, so how did he wake up again?
It's definitely a last gasp before death.
He didn't care about anything else, and went into the house with a flick of his sleeve.
Yuan Qi didn't want to force anyone, but Wen Zhujun didn't care about such things. She stepped forward and blocked Zhang's path, took out a dagger from her boot, and held it to his neck: "I'm just borrowing your place, there's no need to be so afraid."
The shopkeeper wasn't easily intimidated. Seeing that the other person was a beautiful woman, he didn't appreciate her at all and instead scolded her fiercely: "What are you doing? Do you dare to kill someone in broad daylight?"
Wen Zhujun pushed the dagger forward again: "Stop talking nonsense. I'm not as easy to talk to as a little girl. Hurry up, or else—"
Shopkeeper Zhang felt the cold dagger and sensed an unknown aura emanating from the other person. He felt a chill run through him, and fear instantly crept over him: "Alright, alright, please come in. But if he dies, it has nothing to do with my shop."
Wen Zhujun snorted: "You won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences. You deserve a beating. She said there's still hope, so she won't die."
Many of the onlookers were kind-hearted and helped carry the man inside and place him on the bed.
Yuan Qi stepped forward to examine the medicine, wrote a prescription, and asked Manager Zhang to brew it.
When Manager Zhang looked at the prescription, he found it to be extremely ingenious and could hardly believe it. He had seen apprentices this young before, but he had never seen one who had graduated and was now prescribing expensive medicines for patients. In particular, the combination of ingredients in this prescription was excellent, even surpassing his own skill level.
That's truly impressive.
"You're so young, and you already know how to prescribe medicine? Who taught you that?"
Yuan Qi glared at him: "Self-taught, hurry up and brew the medicine."
Shopkeeper Zhang felt it was all absurd. He refused to brew the medicine and instead took the man's pulse again. He was still afraid that the young girl would have worked for nothing and that the mother and son might be trying to extort her.
Young people are innocent and naive, making them most susceptible to being deceived.
When he touched the pulse, he felt that the man had come back to life; it was truly miraculous.
"Go quickly!" Wen Zhujun kicked the shopkeeper Zhang without any politeness.
Shopkeeper Zhang glared at her and scolded, "Such a pretty girl, why are you so fierce? How will you get married in the future?"
Wen Zhujun said fiercely, "Is it any of your business?"
While waiting for the medicine, Yuan Qi borrowed silver needles from the shop assistant and quickly inserted them into the man's acupoints, including the Liver Shu point, Taichong point, Sanyinjiao point, Zhongfeng point, and Ququan point. His lifting and twisting movements were very skillful, showing that he was an experienced doctor.
Those around him praised him with admiration.
One of the men commented, "Don't underestimate this young girl. She's quite capable. Did you see that? Her complexion isn't as yellow as it was before."
The man said, "Young lady, you're amazing! I feel much better now. Thank you so much."
"Young lady, thank you so much." The old woman was about to kowtow and kneel down.
Yuan Qi quickly stopped her: "Please don't do this. I'm young and can't accept such a big gift from you."
She took out a handful of loose silver from her cloth bag and handed it to the old woman: "You need money to see a doctor and get medicine. Take this and get another half month's worth of medicine, and you'll be cured."
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