To this day, Sha Songyun is still dumbfounded. He only took in a young girl out of kindness, but he never expected to receive such a big surprise. Although he didn't expect that Wuyou, a girl who could be asked for whatever price, would have nowhere to go, he still impulsively took her to the clinic.
One late night, a patient fell seriously ill. The clinic across the street was empty, so the patient had no choice but to go to Baohetang. When he saw the patient foaming at the mouth, his face turning bluish-purple, and his eyes rolling back, he was terrified. Even though his medical skills were lacking, he could tell that the patient was clearly dying and no clinic would accept him; such a patient would ruin their reputation.
If you happen to encounter some unreasonable people, you might get entangled with them.
As a shrewd and worldly-wise man whose clinic had fallen on hard times and who only had himself left, Sha Songyun instinctively wanted to refuse. If he were to be carried into his clinic and die there, he'd likely be unable to clear his name no matter how hard he tried.
Just then, a heavenly sound rang out, leaving Sha Songyun completely disoriented. "Have someone lift him up, I'll treat him."
Wearing a light blue long dress and a matching cloak, Wuyou walked gracefully. Every movement was slow and deliberate. Her lowered eyebrows and eyes appeared even softer under the light. A veil covered most of her face, and her clear and crisp voice made people feel refreshed.
“This…this is no small matter, what if…” Sha Songyun stammered, wanting to refuse, but inexplicably fell silent under Wuyou’s gaze.
"If I say I can cure it, then I can." Wuyou raised her chin, her words filled with arrogance and confidence, making her impossible to ignore.
After thinking for a moment, to soothe Sha Songyun's fragile heart, Wuyou added, "Do you think I can't afford to pay for it?"
These words hit the nail on the head. Sha Songyun felt as if she had been shot in the knee. How could an eleven-year-old girl like you be so rich? She was dressed plainly and unremarkable, yet she could take out more than a dozen gold coins to fund the construction of the clinic. Sha Songyun wished she could kneel down and call him "sugar daddy" immediately.
It was impossible for her not to be able to pay; this young woman was far more capable than she had imagined. So, with a sense of awe for money, Sha Songyun welcomed the patient in.
So he witnessed a miracle firsthand. It was just a few silver needles. The person who seemed like he would die in the next second slowly returned to normal. He stopped twitching and shaking, and gradually returned to normal, lying on the table sleeping soundly with a peaceful expression.
Sha Songyun was still bewildered until the family members knelt down and shouted "miracle doctor!" The doctor's profession is largely dependent on age; the older one is, the more sought-after they become, and the easier it is to gain the trust and recognition of patients. This is all the foundation that is slowly accumulated over time and with experience.
When Wuyou was this age, her father was still busy memorizing herbal formulas, and this girl was able to cure her acute illness. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it was like seeing a ghost.
Because of what happened that night, Baohetang's reputation spread, and its business gradually improved. At first, only people from the nearby villages came to see the patient, but word spread quickly. Thanks to the villagers' strong recommendations and Wuyou's superb medical skills, Baohetang's reputation gradually grew.
The clinic across the street, which Sha Songyun once envied and resented, has been utterly destroyed, and the tables have turned. His clinic is now bustling with customers, while the clinic across the street is deserted. All of this is thanks to Wuyou.
Even now, Sha Songyun is still somewhat bewildered, feeling like he's in a dream. His father was a well-known doctor near Jinling City when he was alive, but even so, their area had never been this bustling.
Sha Songyun now treats Wuyou like a god of wealth, taking care of everything and being available whenever she calls.
Wuyou remained remarkably calm in the face of this situation, while Sha Songyun seemed to be making a fuss over nothing. Three months passed in the blink of an eye, and Baohetang's business gradually got back on track, gaining a group of loyal customers.
Even after nine consecutive killings, Song Yun was forced by Wuyou to cram in some medical knowledge, enabling him to treat simple headaches and fevers. He became a proper manager at Baohetang, responsible for dispensing medicine, collecting money, and a range of other miscellaneous tasks. Baohetang also recruited two or three experienced doctors. Of course, these doctors were all recruited by Wuyou based on his superb medical skills.
In this era, most people choose to keep their skills to themselves and are unwilling to pass on their expertise. Wuyou, however, does not have this dilemma. He has a vast number of recipes in his mind and will not be stingy with them. On the contrary, passing on these methods may save more people.
As a doctor, healing the sick and saving lives is a lifelong duty. It was precisely because of Wuyou's generous behavior that Baohetang attracted a group of elites.
Baohetang's reputation spread far and wide, and the news of a female doctor there with superb medical skills had spread throughout the entire city of Jinling.
Wuyou wasn't in a hurry to go home. Jiang Wuyou had struggled and suffered for over a year before finally finding her biological father, Jiang Jing. Why would she want to make things harder for herself?
In her spare time, Wuyou would shop on the street like an ordinary woman, and sometimes go to the mountains to collect herbs. Gradually, she also experienced the joys of ordinary people and lost the loneliness and desolation she felt before.
On this warm spring day, the sun shone brightly, the forest was lush and green, and the air was filled with the fragrance of grass and trees. Accompanied by the chirping of birds, it created a beautiful scene.
A woman dressed in coarse gray cloth carried a medicine basket and walked step by step through the mountains. Every now and then she would squat down and pick the herbs with her slender hands, a satisfied smile always on her face, perfectly blending into the mountain scene.
His forehead was already soaked with sweat. Wuyou leaned on his knee with one hand, letting out a long breath. Seeing that it was getting dark, it was time to go back. The fresh herbs in his hand needed to be processed before they could be used medicinally.
Boom! Dark clouds had gathered in the sky without warning, quickly filling the entire area and completely blocking out the sunlight. A clap of thunder sounded like a battle horn, and the rain began to patter rhythmically.
Wuyou also felt a sense of fantasy. How come she had such a strong connection with rain in this world? But now was not the time to think about it. She should find a place to stay as soon as possible!
After thinking about it, she realized there was a temple nearby called Jingxin Temple. She had gone there before to ask for water and to take the pulse of the monks. It would be perfect to go there to take shelter from the rain.
Braving the heavy rain, Wuyou hurried towards Jingxin Temple. Her clothes were soaked, and her hair was wet and stuck to her face, making her look quite disheveled.
When the group finally arrived at Jingxin Temple, they saw a young man hurriedly leading a monk away, neither of them wearing a raincoat, looking extremely anxious. Coincidentally, the monk was someone she knew.
"Master Changjue?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
