Wen Mohan chuckled when he heard this, "She's actually fallen to the point of being a sitting doctor. She must be regretting leaving me."
Yunying: "Do you need help?"
"No need." Wen Mohan narrowed his eyes and glanced at the figure arguing in the clinic, then retracted his gaze and said, "Her affairs have nothing to do with me. Going to Baiji Restaurant is more important."
Just as the carriage was about to leave, Su Yujiao's voice suddenly came from behind, "Ahan."
He left and opened the curtain to look out, "Sister Yujiao, why are you here?"
Su Yujiao's forehead was covered in sweat, probably because she had been chasing him all the way. "I heard you were going to see the head of the Bai family. I know him, so it would be easier for me to go with you."
"Okay, come on up." Wen Mohan got off the carriage himself and helped her get on.
Inside the clinic, Jiang Mengli suddenly saw this scene. The man was talented and the woman was beautiful, a perfect match. He had always been so gentle and considerate towards Su Yujiao.
It had been several months since she had been married to him, and she had never been treated so gently. This was the difference between people.
The shopkeeper pushed her away and said, "Do you hear me? Get out!"
Jiang Mengli was immediately furious and kicked the shopkeeper away with a "bang". "I heard it! Why are you hitting me?!"
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The shopkeeper fell to the ground, groaning in pain. He struggled to get up, holding his waist and saying, "When did I hit you? I was pushing you out!"
"Pushing is hitting, there is no difference to me!" Jiang Mengli roared angrily.
After she finished yelling, she looked at the peasant woman and asked, "If you believe me, I will help you heal. If it's not here, you can go somewhere else. If you don't believe I can heal you, just tell me. I won't force you."
Upon hearing this, the peasant woman hesitated and said nothing.
Someone started to jeer, "Don't believe it. You might not be able to cure it and they might even extort money from you."
"The old doctor is helpless, how can a little girl like her be cured?"
Hearing this, the peasant woman gritted her teeth and said, "My...my husband is incurable. I don't want to lose both my husband and my money. I have elderly parents and young children at home."
Jiang Mengli: "I won't charge any money, whether you want to treat me or not."
She wanted to let those who looked down on her see whether she was as useless as they said.
At this time, the shopkeeper smiled and said, "In that case, Madam, please agree. I am willing to lend you my space. But let me make it clear first, whether you can be cured or not has nothing to do with my clinic."
Upon hearing this, the peasant woman immediately nodded in agreement.
Soon someone carried the patient behind the curtain inside the clinic. There was a bed behind the curtain specially for the patient.
Jiang Mengli didn't dare to delay and hurried over.
The shopkeeper chuckled and said, "Let's see how she embarrasses herself. She claims she can save a half-dead man. She's not afraid of getting her tongue lashed out when she boasts."
A doctor smiled faintly and said, "She's probably afraid of losing face. Unfortunately, she'll lose face even more later. I've been practicing medicine for twenty years and I can't help her. How can she possibly be cured?"
Not only the shopkeeper and the doctors, but also the patients who come here feel that it is unlikely to be cured.
Even if this kind of injury doesn't kill immediately, more than 80% of the time it will cause death from infection and fever.
Lingqiao was furious when she heard what they said. "My lady said she can cure it, and that's it. Just wait and see! Those who say women are inferior to men are all ignorant and worldly-wise. They're shameful!"
The shopkeeper, still holding his injured waist, was so angry when he heard a maid's sharp words that he couldn't speak for a long time. "You, you, you..."
"You stuttered after falling?" Lingqiao scoffed, "You deserved it! If you hadn't hit my young lady, you wouldn't have gotten kicked like that!"
The shopkeeper was so angry that his face turned blue. He took a deep breath to calm down the anger in his heart.
As the owner of a clinic, he naturally knew that getting angry was not good for him, and it was not worth it to make himself sick.
After calming down, he shouted towards the curtain, "Then I'll see if I can cure it. If I can't, you have to pay the venue fee. If I can, not only will the venue fee be waived, I'll also prescribe medicine for free!"
Jiang Mengli responded quickly, "Thank you for your generosity, shopkeeper."
He has waived the cost of these medicinal materials, otherwise he will bleed heavily!
In order to facilitate the treatment, she asked the woman to leave, and then asked Lingqiao to guard behind the curtain to prevent anyone from entering and disturbing her.
She took out a syringe from the space laboratory, injected some bleeding-stopping medicine, and then tested her blood type. Fortunately, the laboratory had some blood in stock.
He immediately took out suitable blood and asked Kong Kong to warm it up with his spiritual power. Not long after the blood was transfused into the patient's body, the patient's complexion improved a lot.
A series of tests were still needed. After some thought, she decided to send him to the space laboratory. "My method of treatment cannot be learned by outsiders, so none of you can come in."
After the reminder, he took the patient into the space.
More and more people were waiting outside to see the results, whispering in groups of three or four.
Time passed by minute by minute, and some people were getting impatient and asked, "It's been so long, how is the treatment going?"
"If you don't let me in, who can know how the treatment is going?"
"Maybe he's dead, but he didn't prepare a statement and didn't dare to come out."
A doctor stood up and walked towards the curtain. "I'm a doctor. It should be no problem for me to go in and take a look. I might even be able to help."
Lingqiao immediately reached out to stop him, saying firmly, "You can't go in. If the treatment fails because of you going in, you will be held responsible."
After hearing this, the doctor didn't dare to insist any longer.
After all, he didn't want to take responsibility, as the risk of this treatment was 90%.
Inside the space, Jiang Mengli's brows were furrowed, with sweat pouring down his forehead. His hands never stopped moving, and he was already treating the fractured part of his leg.
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