When Que Zhi knocked on Qi Yue’s door, Qi Yue was eating breakfast.
Seeing Que Zhi arrive, Qi Yue was very happy, while A’Hao snorted and turned her head away, ignoring her.
Originally, Old Madam Xie had intended to bring over all the senior maids that Qi Yue had previously used, but Que Zhi refused to come. Not only did she not come, she somehow sweet-talked Madam Xie into keeping her in the young lord’s courtyard.
“How dare you show your face here? Don’t let us delay the great future of our big sister Que Zhi,” A’Hao snorted.
Que Zhi’s expression was slightly embarrassed, but she didn’t seem troubled.
Qi Yue didn’t think much of it either—everyone had the right to choose their own life.
“How did you come? Have you eaten?” she asked with a smile.
“This servant hasn’t come to see the young mistress yet. Today I happened to have time to go out, so I ran over to take a look and put my mind at ease,” Que Zhi said, bowing as her gaze swept over Qi Yue’s breakfast table.
On the table were two dishes of food, a plate of fried pastries, and a bowl of porridge—nothing else besides these.
Looking around the room, the tables, chairs, and furnishings were clean and tidy, but everything appeared extremely simple.
Compared to the marquis’s mansion, this was truly like heaven and earth.
Que Zhi couldn’t help but feel grateful again that she hadn’t come along at the time.
“Thank you for your thoughtfulness,” Qi Yue smiled, inviting her to eat.
“No, I don’t dare stay long. Knowing the young mistress is well puts my mind at ease,” Que Zhi quickly smiled.
“Master! Master!” came urgent knocking at the door, accompanied by anxious calls.
Qi Yue quickly swallowed her porridge in two or three gulps.
“It’s Hu San,” she said.
Yuan Bao had already opened the door.
“Master, Master wants you to come quickly. There’s a severe trauma case, and Master suspects internal bleeding,” Hu San said breathlessly.
“A’Hao, you see Que Zhi off,” Qi Yue said, getting up briskly and running out.
A’Ru followed immediately.
“Young mistress, you don’t need to…” Que Zhi hurried to say, but when she looked, the courtyard was already empty.
“Let’s go, big sister Que Zhi,” A’Hao said indifferently.
“I stayed at home because I want the young lord to remember the young mistress when he sees me. That way the young lord won’t forget the young mistress…” Que Zhi said quietly with a smile.
A’Hao interrupted her with a cold laugh.
“Go on, you can think about it yourself. We’re not interested,” she said.
Que Zhi’s face reddened slightly.
“People move toward higher places—what’s wrong with that?” she said.
“Nothing wrong with that, but it’s wrong to come here and laugh at us for moving to lower places,” A’Hao replied, opening the door. “Besides, who knows who’s living better in the end?”
My goodness. Que Zhi looked at her, wanting to laugh but not daring to, and finally said nothing as she left.
In Qianjin Hall, Qi Yue examined the injured person while the patient’s family members around him also examined her.
Seeing Qi Yue lift the last covering cloth from the injured person’s body, the men could no longer bear to watch.
“Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing, woman?” the rough men couldn’t help but shout.
“I’m examining him. I’m a doctor, don’t worry,” Qi Yue said. “My surname is Qi, and I’m a doctor at Qianjin Hall. If you don’t believe me, you can ask around on the street.”
The men looked at her with suspicion as Qi Yue continued her examination.
“…The head and chest injuries are the most severe. When brought in, he was already unconscious. I first performed hemostasis and brain protection, but the situation still doesn’t look good. According to the pulse, the five organs and six viscera are injured,” Liu Pucheng said.
Qi Yue nodded, looking at the patient diagnosis Zhang Tong handed her while taking the stethoscope A’Ru passed to her.
“…No abnormalities in the circulatory and respiratory systems,” she said after listening, removing the stethoscope. “There’s fluid accumulation in the left chest cavity.”
Liu Pucheng nodded, receiving confirmation.
“The patient has never regained consciousness?” Qi Yue looked at the injured person.
Liu Pucheng nodded.
“Excessive blood loss and craniocerebral trauma can indeed cause unconsciousness. When we received him last night, I treated him focusing on the head injury and administered Wind-Dispersing Qi-Regulating Decoction, but he still didn’t wake up. Then I performed pulse diagnosis and discovered it was an internal organ problem,” he said.
Qi Yue frowned, her gaze falling on the injured person’s body. CT scan, oh CT scan—at times like this, she truly missed it with heart-wrenching intensity…
She reached up to scratch her head.
“Teacher, wake him up,” she said. “We need questioning and palpation to determine the location of the injury.”
Liu Pucheng nodded, took out golden needles, and began needling the patient’s Baihui, Shenque, and other acupoints, after which Zhang Tong brought over moxibustion.
At this point, Qi Yue couldn’t help much. She watched carefully, having to admit that traditional Chinese medicine’s anti-shock effects were truly remarkable.
After the time it took to burn one incense stick, the injured person slowly awakened, immediately letting out groans and curling up his body.
“Good man,” Qi Yue called out, having disciples hold down his hands and feet. “Can you hear me speaking?”
This call of “good man” made the injured person look at her, and Qi Yue waved her hand in front of his face.