Changjue was also extremely anxious. Today, a regular guest had come to Jingxin Temple. After chatting with the abbot about Buddhist scriptures, the guest went to rest in a side room. Unexpectedly, the guest fainted in the side room, which was truly alarming. This regular guest was of high status, and if something were to happen to him at Jingxin Temple, they probably wouldn't be able to bear the consequences.
Jingxin Temple is a sacred Buddhist site, so there are no doctors stationed there. Only occasionally does a resident doctor from Baohetang come to take pulses and distribute medicinal herbs. When the incident happened, Changjue's first thought was of Doctor Jiang from Baohetang.
The young master of the honored guest was also extremely anxious. He didn't even wait for the doctor and said he wanted to go down the mountain with Changjue to fetch a doctor to treat the patient. If the patient could be moved around freely, they probably would have already carried him onto the carriage to see the doctor.
The two were so anxious that they didn't even have time to put on raincoats and ran wildly in the rain. Unexpectedly, when they reached the temple gate, they heard a slightly familiar hoarse voice.
Chang felt his body continuing to walk forward due to inertia, but his head involuntarily turned around to look at the disheveled figure in the rain. Their eyes met. Chang's steps stopped abruptly as the young master behind him bumped into him solidly, and the two stumbled and almost fell.
"Dr. Jiang!?" Chang Jue steadied himself and immediately walked towards Wu You, his expression and tone revealing his surprise and delight.
"It's me. Why are you all in such a hurry? Is something wrong?" Wuyou glanced at the puzzled young master behind Changjue and asked.
"With Dr. Jiang here, there's no problem. I have a patient here, please come with me to take a look!" Chang Jue was full of confidence in Wuyou and led the person towards the side room.
"Master Changjue? You said she's a doctor?" The young and handsome young master looked surprised and expressed extreme doubt about Wuyou.
He came from a noble family and knew at least eighty or a hundred doctors. Among those famous doctors and imperial physicians, none of them were without white beards and aged appearance.
Although the girl before him was somewhat disheveled due to her veil, his delicate features were still discernible, and her figure was slender and graceful; one could imagine that she would undoubtedly grow into a great beauty. He simply could not equate the beauty before him with the old imperial physician; it was simply too absurd.
“Young Master Song, Doctor Jiang is the resident physician at Baohe Hall in Jinling City. He has cured countless patients and often comes to our Jingxin Temple to donate medicine. You can rest assured.” Chang Jue understood the young master’s concerns and spoke quickly but clearly.
Song Yuan had heard about Wuyou from the abbot, but he hadn't expected her to be such a young and beautiful girl. His mother was an old friend of the abbot of Jingxin Temple, so he naturally believed the abbot's words and felt relieved. If all else failed, he had already sent a servant to fetch a doctor, so a little more time wouldn't make a difference.
Through their brief conversation, Wuyou understood and silently followed Changjue. He figured he needed to take shelter from the rain at Jingxin Temple anyway, and he couldn't just stand by and watch a patient die.
Moreover, judging from the rich young man's luxurious attire, he must be of extraordinary status and pose no harm to her.
Song Yuan's mother was a beautiful woman, elegantly dressed and still possessing a refined charm. Although her complexion was pale, it did not detract from her beauty, and she exuded an innate air of nobility. From various details, it was clear that she came from a noble family and had been raised in a life of luxury.
"Doctor, how is it?" Song Yuan was extremely anxious, looking at Wuyou and the others with eager eyes. He couldn't wait to ask as soon as he finished examining their pulses.
"Madam Song's health is not in any serious condition. She will wake up after I administer acupuncture."
As Wuyou spoke, she took out a set of silver needles from her bosom. Ostensibly, she took them out of her bosom, but in reality, she took them out of her spatial storage. One should always keep their tools of the trade with them at all times.
After sterilizing the silver needles by candlelight, Wuyou swiftly inserted them. Sure enough, in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Madam Song on the bed slowly awoke.
"Hmm..." Before Madam Song even opened her eyes, she felt a sharp pain in the old man and let out a low groan, regaining her consciousness.
"Mother, are you alright?" Upon seeing this scene, Song Yuan rushed forward, grabbed Madam Song's hand, and hurriedly asked. His tone, expression, and actions all conveyed his worry and concern.
"Hmm...it's nothing." Madam Song shook her head and sat up straight with her son's help. This was an old problem of his, and even the imperial physicians in the palace couldn't cure it. She had long been used to it.
Anyway, he's gained this life, so it doesn't matter whether he leaves early or late. Maybe he can even catch up with his husband who left first.
“You know my health, what could possibly happen to me? Besides, I’ve long since given up hope.” Madam Song spoke gently, reaching out to smooth her son’s disheveled hair, but her tone was filled with a deep weariness and world-weariness.
“Mother…” Song Yuan was both angry and helpless, but he didn’t know how to comfort her. Ever since his father passed away, his mother had been like this, and it was painful for him, as her child, to see her like this.
The mother and son remained silent, and no one else dared to interrupt. Just then, a clear, crisp voice rang in, instantly ruining the atmosphere and lowering the temperature of the air.
"Madam Song has suffered from heart disease since childhood, a chronic ailment that she must have sought medical treatment for many years. This was just an accident. She will wake up after I administer acupuncture. I will then prescribe another medicine for her, and with long-term use, she is expected to recover completely."
At first, neither the mother nor the son reacted. After Song Yuan came to his senses, his eyes widened slightly, showing his surprise, and even his voice rose two pitches.
"Dr. Jiang, do you mean my mother's illness can be cured?"
He was utterly astonished. Even the best imperial physicians couldn't cure his mother's illness. People say that heart ailments are difficult to cure, and his mother had suffered from a heart condition since birth, which had also taken a toll on her health. The sudden appearance of hope after he had given up hope was truly a rollercoaster of emotions.
"Yes, although her condition is not good, with proper care and treatment, nothing will go wrong. I believe that a wealthy family like yours wouldn't be stingy with a little money for medicine!" Wuyou nodded and spread out the paper. Her delicate calligraphy, like a hairpin flower, began to emerge from her hands, each stroke beautiful.
"Young lady, what beautiful handwriting!" Madam Song couldn't help but exclaim when she saw Wuyou's handwriting. It was rare for a woman to write so freely and naturally. Not only did it retain the elegance of a woman, but it also added a touch of masculine boldness and magnanimity.
"Madam Song, you flatter me. Here is your prescription. Please keep it safe. Each dose should be decocted from three bowls of medicine down to one bowl, and taken three times a day. If you plan to stay in Jinling City for the time being, you can come to Baohe Hall to see me for treatment." Wuyou smiled, without any arrogance or smugness, but with a calm and composed demeanor.
Although she had doubts about Wuyou's medical skills, he was still her benefactor, so Madam Song naturally wouldn't give him face and instructed her maid to keep the medicine safe.
"Dr. Jiang, thank you so much this time. Please keep this money safe. I'll be coming to see you for a check-up in the coming days." Madam Song said gently, stuffing a large stack of silver notes into Wuyou's hand. He understood the principle of repaying kindness.
Although she didn't have high expectations, the girl in front of her was indeed pleasing to the eye, and it would be good to take care of her during this period.
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