But Qi Yue didn’t give him a chance to speak. She raised her hand and gestured to the guards.
The guards understood and three of them stepped forward to block Liu Pucheng.
“Oh, according to the Young Madam’s meaning, this isn’t Dr. Liu’s fault but yours?” Wang Qingchun also understood. His heart couldn’t hide his shock.
This Young Madam was actually going to take the blame upon herself.
Was this damn Qianjin Hall opened by her father?
Trying to use Marquis Dingxi’s mansion to pressure him?
Wang Qingchun smiled knowingly, very disdainfully.
If it were just Liu Pucheng’s crime, it would at most be a quack doctor killing someone. But if it involved Marquis Dingxi’s mansion, then the matter wouldn’t just be about a quack doctor killing someone. It would escalate to problems like treating human life as worthless and abusing power, etc. This had nothing to do with medical hall physicians like them, but those censors and court officials would certainly be very interested.
He didn’t believe that a Marquis Dingxi’s mansion would disregard their reputation and go against public opinion for a small physician.
Anyway, this patient died at Qianjin Hall, so he wasn’t afraid of anything they might say.
“This is what I taught Dr. Liu, but there’s nothing wrong with it.” Qi Yue corrected him.
“The person’s already dead, and you still say there’s nothing wrong?” Wang Qingchun sneered, turning to address the surrounding crowd loudly.
“Who says the person died? You’re ignorant and incompetent, and just because you can’t cure him, you conclude I can’t cure him?” Qi Yue also sneered, looking at Wang Qingchun.
Wang Qingchun almost didn’t know what to say. Looking at the woman before him, had Marquis Dingxi’s mansion gone blind or lost their minds? How did they marry such a daughter-in-law?
“You’re saying you can cure him?” he asked.
If someone had asked before whether acute traumatic infection could be cured, it would probably be treated as a joke, but now…
Qi Yue’s chest rose and fell, unconsciously biting her lower lip.
“Really, if you can cure him, I, Wang Qingchun, will crawl on my knees from the entrance of this Qianjin Hall to the prefecture city gate…” Wang Qingchun looked at Qi Yue’s expression and shook his head, laughing.
“Good.” Qi Yue immediately took up his words.
Wang Qingchun was stunned by her response.
“Good what?” he asked.
“If I can cure him, you’ll crawl on your knees from Qianjin Hall to the prefecture city gate.” Qi Yue looked at him, speaking word by word.
This… this was just casual joking…
Wang Qingchun was stunned.
“What? Don’t dare to bet?” Qi Yue asked.
During their conversation, the hall gradually quieted down, and the crowd outside, sensing something unusual, also quieted down, urgently inquiring about what was being said inside.
Don’t dare? Wang Qingchun laughed, looking at the woman before him.
It seemed this Liu Pucheng really was this woman’s father. She was crying and shouting, wanting to die for someone else. Only for parental grace could someone do such a thing.
If you want to go die, why should I stop you?
“Fine, let’s bet.” Wang Qingchun said with a smile. “But what if you can’t cure him?”
“Then I’ll crawl on my knees from Qianjin Hall to the prefecture city gate.” Qi Yue looked at him without hesitation.
At these words, the entire hall erupted in uproar.
Everyone at Qianjin Hall was stunned. Liu Pucheng was also stunned. He looked at the woman standing in front, blocking him—a woman about the same age as his granddaughter. She was taking all the consequences of this incident upon herself!
If the person died, it was her method that killed him.
If the person died, she admitted defeat and accepted punishment.
Just the act of crawling on her knees from Qianjin Hall to the prefecture city gate would be enough to attract everyone’s attention. Then no one would pay attention to him, a small physician.
All the consequences and impacts of this incident would be concentrated on this woman.
This woman… this woman… how could she be so crazy…
Didn’t she know what her status was?
Did she know what she was doing?
Others might not know, but A’Ru knew.
She looked at Qi Yue standing before Wang Qingchun, pressing her lips tightly together.
The Young Madam had said she had only one problem: she was fiercely protective of her own people.