"Whether this treatment is effective or not, everyone can see for themselves. I know that Miss Song is a skilled doctor and inevitably a bit arrogant, but there is no end to learning medicine."
"Although Miss Song is very capable, she still needs to continuously improve herself. Just like me, I only gained the title of divine physician because of everyone's kindness, but I feel that I am still far inferior to other doctors." Liang Yue said this with a smug look on her face, as if she really regarded herself as the divine physician Liang Yue.
Perhaps she was somewhat blinded by the flattery she had just received, which made her unconsciously swell up and subtly lecture Song Zhiyu, with a rather sarcastic tone.
If you keep deceiving yourself, you'll start to believe that what's fake becomes real.
Song Zhiyu chuckled. She didn't agree with the first half of Liang Yue's statement. "You're right, medical skills do require continuous learning and improvement."
However, some incorrect treatment methods are unnecessary to continue. Failing to correct them in time will only harm both the individual and others.
Even Shen Muxun stopped what he was doing.
He knew Song Zhiyu's abilities, but even the most capable person can make a mistake in judgment.
Shen Muxun held onto a sliver of hope. He had taken the pulse several times, and each time it was diagnosed as inflammation and poisoning. This was the only treatment option, and there was no doubt about it.
Liang Yue also pursed her lips in disapproval, "Miss Song, you don't even know what poison the princess has been poisoned with, yet you've already concluded that Young Master Shen's treatment method is wrong. This is really not the behavior of a physician."
The other doctors present echoed this sentiment, saying that although Song Zhiyu's medical skills were unparalleled among the younger generation, they were still somewhat lacking compared to the divine physician Liangyue.
“Miss Song, what Physician Liangyue said is not without reason. No matter how skilled a doctor is, he must understand the patient’s condition before making a decision.”
You know nothing about it, so how can you be so sure that Mu Xun's method is wrong? Young man, you still need more experience and practice.
Before they finished, they didn't forget to give them a few words of advice in the tone of an elder.
"You couldn't even tell if she was poisoned. All those years of medical training have been for nothing." Song Zhiyu shook her head. In her previous life, Shen Muxun almost killed the Prince's heir because of his poor medical skills and excessive arrogance.
Now, it seems we're going to repeat the same mistakes.
Song Zhiyu didn't remind him of his thoughts; some people only learn their lesson after they've been taught a lesson.
“The symptoms on the princess’s face are clearly caused by inflammation and poisoning. How could she not be poisoned as you say?” Shen Muxun’s hands continued to move. He had some doubts about Song Zhiyu’s words, but as she became more and more outrageous, his heart finally settled down.
He can't even tell if a patient is poisoned; he must be crazy to believe Song Zhiyu's words.
Moreover, the divine physician Liangyue also said that his method of treating the inflammation was too conservative, and the toxins were not completely cleared, which led to the situation just now, and it was definitely not as Song Zhiyu said.
Song Zhiyu shrugged indifferently, a mischievous smile appearing on her face. Suddenly, a hint of wickedness crept into her eyes. "Have you thought this through? This injection will ruin her face."
Shen Muxun's hand holding the silver needle trembled. He ignored Song Zhiyu's reminder and quickly inserted the silver needle into Princess Nanyang's face.
After a moment, seeing that nothing unexpected had happened, Shen Muxun breathed a long sigh of relief, his eyes slightly upturned, with a hint of smugness.
Liang Yue's expression visibly relaxed. She had been genuinely frightened, but unexpectedly, the treatment method turned out to be correct. It was truly a stroke of luck.
After her moment of triumph, Liang Yue turned to look at Song Zhiyu with a defiant expression, mercilessly trying to sow discord between Song Zhiyu and Princess Nanyang.
“Miss Song, even if you can’t accept that your medical skills are inferior to others, you don’t need to curse the princess so viciously. A woman’s appearance is so important. You should watch your words.”
Song Zhiyu wasn't angry; instead, she smiled meaningfully, "Really? Then take a look now."
As soon as she finished speaking, Princess Nanyang, whose symptoms had previously improved slightly, suddenly let out a scream, blood gushing from her face, making her look even more seriously injured than before.
"Princess!"
With a heart-wrenching scream from the maid, Princess Nanyang collapsed to the ground, the blood flowing on the ground emitting a foul stench.
"How could this happen?" Shen Muxun subconsciously took two steps back, his eyes wide with fury as he stared at the chaotic crowd.
The change happened so fast that there was almost no time to react before Shen Muxun was firmly grabbed by the guards of the Prince Xian's mansion. No matter how hard he struggled, it was to no avail.
"If anything happens to my daughter, I will take your life. Guards, take him away." The wise king personally came to arrest him, and before the elder of Huisheng Hall could even plead for him, Shen Muxun had already been taken away.
Left with no other choice, he could only turn his gaze to Liang Yue, who was about to quietly leave, and began to question her.
"Divine Physician Liangyue, what exactly happened? Didn't you say that Mu Xun's treatment method was correct? Why did the princess suddenly faint?"
These words seemed to have stirred up a hornet's nest, and everyone stared at Liang Yue with bright eyes, wanting an explanation from her.
Logically speaking, with the skills of the Divine Physician Liangyue, she would never make such a basic mistake.
“This…” Liang Yue’s face turned bright red, and she fumbled with her handkerchief helplessly. No matter how cunning she was, this was the first time she had ever encountered such a situation.
Just as the atmosphere became tense, Song Zhiyu's clear and melodious voice rang out, breaking the deadlock and completely tearing away Liang Yue's false facade.
"That's because she's not the real Liangyue Divine Doctor."
His words caused a huge stir, and everyone's eyes kept darting back and forth between the two of them, as if they had sensed something was amiss.
"What evidence do you have to prove that I am not the Divine Physician Liangyue?" Liangyue composed herself and remained defiant.
The young lady said that the Divine Physician Liangyue is on his way to the Northern Territory, which is far from the capital. It is impossible for the Divine Physician Liangyue to suddenly appear.
Song Zhiyu might be bluffing her, trying to throw her off balance. She needs to calm down.
"Evidence? Of course there is." Song Zhiyu curled her lips and looked up at the door.
Chief Li was dressed in a simple blue long gown. His white beard was unkempt and looked somewhat sloppy. He walked slowly in from outside the door with a stern face.
He walked with extreme composure, as if he had heard something unpleasant, and his eyelids drooped slightly.
"Song Zhiyu, the evidence you're talking about isn't this old man, is it?" Liang Yue thought Song Zhiyu was so confident because she had some trick up her sleeve, but it seems she overestimated Song Zhiyu.
Did she really think that finding a slovenly old man would scare her? What a joke!
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