When morning light shone into the room, Qi Yue and the doctors were taking turns eating.
“Are you stupid? What are you doing sitting guard here?” Qi Yue said to Chang Yuncheng sitting across from her while hurriedly eating.
Her mouth was full of rice, and grains spilled out as she spoke.
Chang Yuncheng put down his chopsticks and frowned at her.
“What kind of manners is that! Swallow before speaking,” he scolded in a low voice.
Qi Yue pursed her lips and swallowed.
“Stop adding to the chaos here. Go find a place to rest, or keep your grandmother company and talk with her,” she said.
Chang Yuncheng handed over a soup bowl, seemingly not hearing her words.
Qi Yue suddenly felt a bit embarrassed to take it.
“I’m finished eating,” she said, putting down her chopsticks.
“How can you eat so fast?” Chang Yuncheng frowned.
Back when work was busy, she used to eat instant noodles before they were even properly cooked – now that was eating fast.
Qi Yue smiled and said it was fine, then hurried out of this room. Before leaving, she stopped at the door.
“Don’t stay here,” she said once more.
Chang Yuncheng turned to look at her.
“Are you concerned about me?” he asked.
“Of course I’m concerned about you,” Qi Yue immediately replied, snorting. “I’m still counting on you to carry me out of here if I can’t cure him and get attacked by your grandmother’s family.”
After saying this, she lifted the curtain and hurried away.
“This damned woman…” Chang Yuncheng said in a low voice, but this time he didn’t scowl. Instead, he smiled. At first it was just a slight curve of his lips, but he found this smile couldn’t be stopped. The smile seemed to brew from deep in his heart, overflowing uncontrollably. In the end, he could only avoid grinning by taking large mouthfuls of food.
The doctors here also only ate briefly before coming over.
Some were deep in thought, some were writing prescriptions, but most stood beside Qi Yue.
“For this type of condition, the key is to stop bleeding, reduce intracranial pressure, and prevent edema,” Qi Yue said while reviewing the records from the past day and night. “I can only point you in this direction, but the specific medication is up to you.”
Recognizing conditions but not knowing how to prescribe medicine was indeed strange, but now wasn’t the time to consider this. The doctors nodded and continued their consultation and medication research.
“Young Mistress, Young Mistress,” came a familiar female voice from outside.
Qi Yue’s face immediately lit up with joy.
“A’Ru,” she called out.
“Young Mistress, I’ll disinfect and change clothes first,” A’Ru said from outside, and footsteps could be heard going to the side.
Excellent, finally a helper had arrived. Qi Yue breathed a sigh of relief and clenched her fists.
When evening fell again, torches crackled and burned in the courtyard, and people in the room remained busy.
“Thirty-six point three degrees…” A’Ru reported the temperature once more while recording it.
“Heart rate normal, no murmurs…” Qi Yue put away the stethoscope and once again bent down to perform artificial respiration on the infant.
After checking all the data, Qi Yue briefed the doctors on the patient’s condition for discussion. After hearing her analysis, the doctors performed their own examination using observation, listening, questioning, and pulse-taking, then readjusted the prescription.
“Add and subtract gastrodia, uncaria, rehmannia, polygonatum…” one of the doctors said, looking at the others. “What do you all think?”
Everyone pondered for a moment, and most nodded.
“Good, prepare the medicine,” this doctor picked up his brush to write the prescription.
Old Madam Xie had finally been persuaded to go to a room, but it was this room, not her own.
“A maid came? To deliver the medicine box?” she asked.
Zhao-ge quickly nodded.
“That’s her… assistant,” Chang Yuncheng explained.
Assistant? What did that mean?
The people in the room were puzzled.
“She’s already taking disciples,” the eldest master, being well-informed, finally explained to everyone while nodding. “To be able to take disciples at such a young age shows she’s truly formidable.”
“Whether she’s formidable or not, we’ll only know after she cures the patient,” the second master said, glancing at Old Madam Xie somewhat flatteringly.
Old Madam Xie glared at him.
“Just by daring to take this on so boldly, she’s already very formidable,” she said slowly.
The second master’s flattery had backfired. He coughed awkwardly and stepped aside.
“She’s always been bold,” Chang Yuncheng said with a slight smile.
Everyone in the room looked at him. They were all shrewd people – if they couldn’t see Chang Yuncheng’s satisfaction with his wife, they’d truly be fools.
How strange. Hadn’t he clearly disliked this beggar wife?
Old Madam Xie naturally understood as well. She glanced at Chang Yuncheng with a complex expression, seeming about to say something but ultimately didn’t.