The Young Madam of Marquis Dingxi’s mansion had made a bet with someone!
The Young Madam of Marquis Dingxi’s mansion was going to treat a patient!
The Young Madam of Marquis Dingxi’s mansion was actually a physician!
Of course, none of this was the key point.
The key point was that the patient the Young Madam of Marquis Dingxi’s mansion wanted to treat was someone who had been sentenced to death by other physicians and declared incurable!
All the other physicians said he couldn’t be treated, but the Young Madam of Marquis Dingxi’s mansion said she could treat him. Did she think she was some divine immortal?
Did she think that just by pointing her finger, she could make people live or die at will?
If this wasn’t madness, what else could it be?
However, some people didn’t think so. Along with this news spreading, there was also the matter of the prefect’s son nearly dying some time ago and then being saved by someone. The person who made the prefect’s son come back to life when he was supposed to die was precisely the Young Madam of Marquis Dingxi’s mansion.
If the outcome was one-sided, this matter would only be regarded by everyone as a madman’s joke. But if the outcome was fifty-fifty, then it would be very exciting for everyone.
“Master, I’ve already inquired clearly. At that time, the prefect’s son was indeed cured by this Young Madam of Marquis Dingxi.” Wu Shan said with some trepidation.
A flash of worry crossed Wang Qingchun’s face. Could this woman really have extraordinary skills?
“Did you inquire about the specific circumstances?” he asked.
Wu Shan nodded, with some mystery.
“I inquired clearly. At that time, the Young Madam of Marquis Dingxi’s mansion performed abdominal surgery and suturing techniques, while Liu Pucheng used medicinal decoctions for support. This is the prescription Liu Pucheng used at that time.” He took out a piece of paper from his bosom and handed it over.
Wang Qingchun was startled.
He could even get the prescription?
He was somewhat excited and nervous, almost unable to breathe. With trembling hands, he took the prescription and examined it word by word, reading it several times over.
That’s right. That’s right, these were all medicinal decoctions for strengthening the constitution, expelling evil, consolidating the foundation, and correcting the source. The dosages and combinations were all very precise, but they were nothing more than that. For Wang Qingchun, there was nothing particularly special about them. In other words, any physician would use medicine this way—of course, this was only speaking of physicians at Wang Qingchun’s level.
This meant that the medicinal diagnosis and treatment at that time were actually all done by Liu Pucheng. That Young Madam didn’t have any life-saving medicine; she only had extraordinary abilities in examining the abdomen and internal organs.
“Where did you get this?” Wang Qingchun asked.
These medical prescriptions were all closely guarded secrets, not to mention written so clearly and in detail. Even the timing of use was marked. This was almost a medical case personally compiled by Liu Pucheng.
“It was written by Liu Pucheng himself.” Wu Shan said.
Wang Qingchun was fortunate he wasn’t drinking tea, or he would have choked to death.
“You… you, have you also gone mad?” He finally managed to steady his breathing and looked at Wu Shan, demanding an answer.
Wu Shan chuckled.
“No, Master, this is absolutely true. I got this from Qianjin Hall…” he said in a lowered voice.
There was a mole in Qianjin Hall? Wang Qingchun’s first thought flashed by. This kind of thing wasn’t uncommon…
It seemed that knowing Liu Pucheng couldn’t escape this disaster, his disciples were seeking their own way out.
“Is it really true?” he still asked with some worry.
How could what that person gave him be false? He said he personally interrogated Liu Pucheng, and it was written by Liu Pucheng’s own hand.
The Imperial Medical Academy, such a frightening place—how would Liu Pucheng dare to deceive anyone?
Wu Shan thought to himself and nodded solemnly again.
“Master, it’s absolutely true. If you don’t believe it, you can go compare the handwriting.” he said.
Speaking of handwriting, Wang Qingchun slapped his forehead and busily examined the paper carefully again. He remembered that the couplet at the entrance of Qianjin Hall was written by Liu Pucheng himself. Thinking carefully now, it was indeed the same handwriting as on the paper before him.
All doubt disappeared from Wang Qingchun’s eyes.
This time, Liu Pucheng already had no way to save the patient with medicine and stones. So what could this Young Madam of Marquis Dingxi, who only knew how to cut open stomachs, do?
After all, she just wanted to take all the blame upon herself, trying to use her status as a member of Marquis Dingxi’s mansion to evade investigation.
“Since she’s being so righteous, let’s fulfill her wish.” Wang Qingchun sneered, looking at Wu Shan. “You quickly spread this news, the more exaggerated and lively the better. Let everyone know that the Young Madam of Marquis Dingxi’s mansion has boasted that she’ll treat patients and save lives, and if she loses, she’ll crawl on her knees from Qianjin Hall to the city gate. I’d like to see what Marquis Dingxi’s mansion will do then!”
If she lost and had to crawl, Marquis Dingxi’s mansion would completely lose face. If she lost and didn’t crawl, then Marquis Dingxi’s mansion would equally lose face. In any case, this time Marquis Dingxi’s mansion was going to become greatly famous!
This wasn’t deliberately targeting Marquis Dingxi’s mansion—if anyone was to blame, it was the daughter-in-law they had married!
Perhaps Marquis Dingxi’s mansion should really investigate thoroughly.
“Investigate what?” Wu Shan asked in confusion.
“I heard that this Young Madam of Marquis Dingxi’s mansion is of unknown origin, a beggar by birth. So they should investigate whether this Young Madam was deliberately arranged by their enemies.” Wang Qingchun said seriously. “Otherwise, how could she be so determined to destroy Marquis Dingxi’s mansion?”
After saying this, he put away his serious expression and burst into hearty laughter.
Wu Shan also laughed along.
“Do you know what you’re doing?”
In Qianjin Hall, Liu Pucheng shouted at Qi Yue with a hoarse voice.
The spectators in Qianjin Hall had all left. The disciples were cleaning up the smashed tables, chairs, and benches. Qi Yue was carefully examining the injured person, with the family members standing nearby, watching like hawks.
She seemed not to hear Liu Pucheng’s words.