Qi Yue was so moved she couldn’t speak.
What virtue did she have, what fortune did she possess!
Qi Yue looked at Liu Pucheng and said nothing, but bowed deeply.
“Teacher, thank you,” she said.
This form of address surprised Liu Pucheng somewhat, but he said nothing. Seeing Qi Yue’s complex expression, he simply smiled warmly and didn’t continue the topic.
He was a physician, and in his eyes, this woman before him was already a physician as well. Physicians all had their own rules to uphold, and he understood what complex feelings one would have when violating those rules.
Liu Pucheng looked again at A’Ru, Hu San, and Zhang Tong.
“Do you all remember?” he asked.
“We remember,” the three replied in unison.
“Good, go do what needs to be done,” Liu Pucheng said, nodding and smiling at them.
The three responded and went about their tasks.
“Master, this…” Zhang Tong held the removed spleen in a basin, asking quietly for instructions.
Liu Pucheng glanced at it.
“Put it away first. We’ll take it with us when we leave,” he said quietly.
Zhang Tong nodded.
Qi Yue took the second half of the night watch. When she came out of the room, she had no desire to sleep. After a day of rushing about and performing surgery, her mind was still in chaos. She walked leisurely and sat down on a stone bench in the courtyard.
A light cough came from nearby.
Qi Yue turned to look and saw Chang Yuncheng walking out of a room.
“How are you here?” Qi Yue asked, somewhat surprised.
“This is my home. What’s wrong with me being anywhere here?” Chang Yuncheng said indifferently.
Qi Yue laughed.
“You really don’t speak in a way that makes people like you,” she shook her head and laughed again. “No, or rather, you just don’t want to speak nicely to me.”
Chang Yuncheng didn’t speak, seemingly accepting this point.
A moment of silence.
“Not resting?” they both spoke at the same time, then both froze.
Qi Yue laughed first.
“No more resting. I couldn’t sleep anyway, and I’ll have to get up again soon,” she said.
Chang Yuncheng frowned slightly.
“Wasn’t it already successfully treated?” he said.
Qi Yue shook her head and sighed, looking at the night sky.
“The long march has only just begun its first step,” she said. “The surgery is actually the small matter—post-operative care is the big matter.”
Chang Yuncheng didn’t understand this and didn’t ask further.
The two fell silent again.
“Well, thank you for today,” Qi Yue said, rubbing her hands and looking at him.
“Thank me for nearly getting you killed?” Chang Yuncheng said with a twisted smile.
Qi Yue laughed heartily.
“I’ll settle that score with you later. For now, go rest quickly. I still need you to be this door god,” she said, patting Chang Yuncheng’s shoulder and standing up.
Speaking of rest, most people in the Marquis Dingxi’s mansion were sleepless at this time.
Nanny Su helped Madam Xie up from the prayer cushion.
“Has Shumin rested?” she asked.
“Yes, Madam Huang drank the calming soup and finally lay down after much coaxing. She couldn’t hold out any longer,” Nanny Su said, helping Madam Xie sit down and bringing over a bowl of soup from the side.
Madam Xie took it and ate slowly.
“Shumin’s fate is also…” she said, finally sighing.
Nanny Su had a very strange feeling and suddenly didn’t know how to respond.
According to usual custom, she should have said something like “surely it can be cured” or “Madam Huang is still blessed…”
But now the key was that the person who could change Madam Huang’s fate from bad to good was precisely the one they hated to death…
To say Madam Huang was blessed would be to say something about the Young Madam…
Madam Xie was obviously conflicted as well, her hand involuntarily tightening around the spoon.
How could it be that wretched servant…
This made her not know how to pray before the Buddha. Madam Xie loved children very much and had tasted the pain of losing a child, so she empathized with Madam Huang’s current feelings. But if that woman really cured him…