Chapter 262 Can cure difficult and complicated diseases
Sun Chengzong was so angry he gritted his teeth and secretly vowed to make Ye Wanning suffer.
The peaceful days didn't last long before another incident occurred.
That morning, just as the Heritage Center opened, a commotion arose outside.
Ye Wanning was taking an old man's pulse when she frowned and listened to the commotion. She then saw a group of people escorting a woman in a gorgeous dress as she walked in.
The woman was only eighteen or nineteen years old. She had delicate features, fair skin, and was quite pretty, but her expression was extremely arrogant, and her eyes were full of contempt and disdain.
She wore a pink dress embroidered with dense peonies, a gold hairpin in her hair, jade pendants in her ears, and her wrists were adorned with jewelry; she was clearly from a prestigious family.
Upon entering, she glanced at the heritage hall, snorted coldly, and said disdainfully, "Isn't this the so-called heritage hall? What's so great about it? It's dilapidated and run-down. No wonder it's just a folk clinic and can't be considered a proper place!"
Ye Wanning frowned, ignoring her unwarranted provocation, and continued to take the old man's pulse—she didn't want to delay treating the patient because of such pointless provocation.
Su Ning couldn't help but stand up, her tone filled with displeasure: "Miss, you should know your place. Although our Heritage Hall is a private medical clinic, my master's medical skills are superb, and he saves lives. You can't just slander him like that!"
"So what if I slander you?" the woman said, tilting her head back. "A mere folk healer dares to call herself a miracle doctor? What a joke! I am Xiao Ruowei, the daughter of a powerful prince in Jiangnan. I have seen countless famous doctors. Your little clinic is not even worth my attention!"
The daughter of a prince of Jiangnan? Ye Wanning's heart sank.
The emperor had reprimanded the Jiangnan prince over Zhou Hu's previous actions, and he must still be angry with him. Sending his daughter to provoke him was simply a way to give him a warning.
Ye Wanning put down the pulse pillow, stood up, looked at Xiao Ruowei, and said in a calm tone: "Miss Xiao, if you come to see a doctor, I can treat you for free; if you come to provoke me, please leave. This institution does not welcome unreasonable people."
"Leave?" Xiao Ruowei smiled charmingly. "I haven't seen enough yet. I heard you can cure difficult and complicated diseases. I've been having a lot of minor illnesses lately, so you can treat me."
She paused, her tone threatening: "If you don't get treatment, it means you're not worthy of the name, and this heritage center shouldn't be open anymore."
Ye Wanning knew perfectly well that Xiao Ruowei wasn't sick at all; she was just trying to extort money. If she didn't answer, she'd be accused of being cowardly; if she did, the other party would definitely try something funny.
But she wasn't afraid. Her medical skills were earned through merit, not something that could be negated by a few slanderous words.
“Okay, I’ll show you,” Ye Wanning said. “Please sit down.”
Xiao Ruowei sat down as instructed, extended her wrist to take her pulse, and asked arrogantly, like a mistress, "How is it?"
Her wrist was long and slender, with a beautiful white skin, adorned with an expensive jade bracelet. Ye Wanning had barely touched it when she sensed something was amiss.
Her pulse was as thin as a mosquito's buzz, weak and feeble, a sign of a cold and deficient constitution. Yet her complexion had an unnatural flush, as if she regularly took warming tonics.
Ye Wanning carefully examined her pulse again and found that in addition to weakness, there was also a coldness in her pulse. A cold constitution with a coldness in it could only mean one thing—she often took cold tonics, which aggravated her deficiency and coldness, and the cold stimulation caused symptoms of deficiency heat.
Just then, an apprentice quietly approached Ye Wanning and said, "Sir, a gentleman outside asked me to give this to you."
Ye Wanning took it and saw that it was a small note that read: "Xiao Ruowei has a cold constitution. She should take cold and cooling tonics regularly. Treatment should be based on the symptoms."
It was Pei Zhi's handwriting. So he knew Xiao Ruowei was coming to provoke him, and specifically sent someone to remind her.
Ye Wanning felt a warmth in her heart and looked outside. Sure enough, she saw a familiar figure—it was Pei Zhi's subordinate. He was always like this, quietly helping her when she needed him.
She turned her gaze away and looked at Xiao Ruowei: "Miss Xiao, what tonics have you been taking these days?"
"What? Do I have to report to you for taking some tonics?" Xiao Ruowei was taken aback for a moment, then said unhappily, "I am the daughter of a prince, what's so strange about me taking some tonics?"
“Tonic herbs are good, but they must be appropriate for the condition,” Ye Wanning said. “Miss Xiao has a cold constitution and should take warm tonic herbs such as ginseng and deer antler, but you are taking cold herbs such as dendrobium and ophiopogon.
"This will not only fail to nourish your body, but will also worsen your symptoms of deficiency and cold, causing you to experience dizziness, fatigue, palpitations, insomnia, and other symptoms. Am I right?"
Xiao Ruowei's face turned deathly pale instantly. She had all the symptoms Ye Wanning described. She had always thought it was due to lack of rest, but she never expected it was because she had taken the wrong tonic.
The tonics she took were all prescribed by the imperial physicians in the palace. She thought everything was foolproof, but unexpectedly, something went wrong.
"You... how did you know?" Xiao Ruowei swallowed hard, her previous arrogance completely gone, and her eyes were full of disbelief as she looked at Ye Wanning.
“I am a doctor, I can tell just by taking your pulse,” Ye Wanning said. “If Miss Xiao trusts me, I can prescribe a remedy for you; if not, just pretend I didn’t say anything.”
Xiao Ruowei gritted her teeth, knowing that Ye Wanning was telling the truth, but not wanting to lose face. She stood up and snorted coldly, her tone stiff: "So you do have some skill. But a folk doctor is still just a folk doctor, that's all you've got. I don't deign to take your medicine."
After saying that, she turned and left, her steps hurried, without looking back. Her attendants quickly followed.
The patients in the heritage center couldn't help but laugh.
"This Miss Xiao has really shot herself in the foot."
"Yes, she thought she was something special just because she was the daughter of a prince, but she was still rendered speechless by Doctor Ye's rebuttal."
"Dr. Ye's medical skills are truly superb; he spotted the problem at a glance."
Ye Wanning smiled, said nothing, and sat down again to continue taking pulses. Her heart, however, remained warm because of Pei Zhi's note.
Xiao Ruowei returned to the inn, growing angrier the more she thought about it. She had come intending to cause trouble for Ye Wanning and embarrass her, but instead, she had her shortcomings exposed and lost face herself.
"That wretched Ye Wanning!" Xiao Ruowei grabbed the teacup in front of her and smashed it on the ground, shards flying everywhere. "I'll make her apologize to me!"
The maid quickly stepped forward to sweep up the shards, then pulled her to her side and whispered, "Miss, please don't be angry. Ye Wanning's medical skills are indeed quite renowned; forcing the issue won't work."
"Why don't you find an opportunity to embarrass her in front of everyone, so that everyone knows that she is a folk doctor who is not what she seems."
Xiao Ruowei's eyes lit up, and she turned to look at her: "What good idea do you have?"
The maid whispered a few words in her ear. Xiao Ruowei's eyes grew brighter and brighter as she listened, until finally her gaze was filled with malice: "Fine, that's how it'll be! I'll make her look bad in front of everyone in the Imperial Hospital, and let everyone know that she's all talk and no action!"
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