“How is it?” The hunter’s family members still held hope, rushing over to ask.
“Severe infection syndrome.” One of them exchanged glances with the other two and said, “Incurable. Prepare for the funeral.”
At these words, crying and shouting immediately erupted.
“Quack doctor!”
“Murderous quack doctor!”
“Pay with your life!”
Overwhelming shouts crashed in from outside the door.
Liu Pucheng and the others already knew this result. Hearing this, they said nothing and lowered their heads.
The crime of a quack doctor killing someone? Destroying Dr. Liu? No, absolutely not!
Qi Yue had been frowning and thinking on the side. Now the overwhelming shouts interrupted her.
“Even if it’s incurable, you can’t say it’s our fault!” she shouted loudly.
This statement made the family members and onlooking crowd even more agitated.
“Still making excuses at this point!”
Boos erupted everywhere.
“This patient was delayed by you in the first place.” Qi Yue ignored the rising boos and looked at the family members, raising her voice again. “I wanted to treat you at the time. You wouldn’t listen and insisted on going to another place for treatment…”
She paused here.
“That’s right, you were treated at another place. Only when the person was dying did you bring him to us. How can you say we treated him badly?” she shouted loudly.
The family members were stunned by her shout, and the onlooking crowd, just learning about this matter, began inquiring in low voices.
“So you’re saying we treated him badly?” Wang Qingchun asked.
Qi Yue turned to look at him.
“You?” She didn’t react immediately.
“There’s nothing to hide. I diagnosed and treated them, but later, hearing that Dr. Liu had returned, they wouldn’t let me treat them anymore.” Wang Qingchun said calmly.
“When this person was brought in, he was already in critical condition. Don’t you know that?” Zhang Tong shouted. “Dr. Wang, put your hand on your heart and speak fairly. This was due to the patient’s critical condition in the first place. How can you blame it all on us physicians?”
Dr. Qian and the others had just learned this, and their expressions toward Wang Qingchun became somewhat grave.
The people watching inside the hall quickly passed this conversation outside, and the people outside began discussing animatedly.
“When we examined him, he was perfectly fine.” Wu Shan shouted from outside. “If he had followed the medicine we prescribed, he would be well by now!”
“You say nothing was wrong, we say something was wrong. Everyone claims they’re right! Are we supposed to just take your word for it?” Hu San jumped out and cursed at Wu Shan. “I say you clearly treated the person badly and are framing our Qianjin Hall! When this person came, he was already beyond help. All the senior brothers advised Master not to take the case, but Master couldn’t bear to see someone die before his eyes without treatment, so he insisted on trying. Good intentions truly get no good reward! If we’d known, we should have let you leave from the start!”
At the end, he pointed at the family members.
The family members were stunned by his words and felt somewhat guilty. If put this way, it seemed that indeed back then…
Now the spectators were all confused. Was this really a quack doctor killing someone, or was it a case of fate?
“Who says the person was beyond help? There was clearly still hope. My prescription was right on target.” Wang Qingchun said, sneering as he looked at Liu Pucheng. “Dr. Liu, your treatment method was wrong, wasn’t it?”
Liu Pucheng had been silent all along. Hearing his words, he raised his head.
“I…” he opened his mouth.
Wang Qingchun interrupted him.
“I just examined the patient’s wound. It was clearly cut with a knife, and the incision is larger than the original wound. Did you do this?” he asked.
Liu Pucheng nodded.
“Yes, his muscle was rotting and needed to be removed, otherwise the toxic infection would spread to his heart and lungs…” he said.
Wang Qingchun interrupted him again.
“For toxic infection syndrome, how should it be treated?” he asked.
Liu Pucheng was stunned by the question.
“Use cupping to draw out poison and drain pus, prepare raw rehmannia, water buffalo horn, coptis, and scrophularia with modifications to clear pestilence and defeat toxin decoction, supplemented with moxibustion.” Wang Qingchun had already answered himself, then looked at the other two physicians. “Is this correct?”
Indeed it was. Dr. Qian and Dr. Huang nodded.
“Dr. Liu, how did you treat it?” Wang Qingchun looked at Liu Pucheng again, asking slowly.
“This is our Qianjin Hall’s secret method. Why should we tell you?” Zhang Tong said.
Wang Qingchun laughed heartily.
“Secret method? You mean a method that can’t be seen by others?” His laughter stopped, and he looked at Liu Pucheng.
Liu Pucheng was about to speak when Qi Yue got ahead of him.
“It’s not some unspeakable method. I’ll tell you.” She said loudly. “First, wash the wound thoroughly with large amounts of clean water, then use knives and scissors to cut away the rotten flesh. This flesh must be cut away completely, not leaving a single bit, then boil disinfecting and antibacterial medicine to wash and ingest. That’s why you see the patient’s incision is much larger than the original wound.”
When she finished speaking, everyone was stunned.
“Lady Qi, this doesn’t concern you…” Liu Pucheng reacted and, ignoring his support, walked over hastily, trying to stop her.