Not to mention that right now, everyone in Jiangnan only knew of that Divine Doctor Liu.
And now the Emperor was also widely recruiting divine doctors, hoping to wake the comatose Empress Dowager. If anyone was going to be won over, it should be that Divine Doctor Liu—the one with strange methods, like a living immortal.
How could Li Mingde have climbed from being the son of a poor farmer to his current position without a shred of cunning?
He understood the ways of the times better than anyone.
Seeing Li Mingde say this.
Concubine Shen finally felt at ease.
She slightly turned her head and gave Song Jingshu a provocative and smug smile.
When Song Jingshu had been locked up by Li Mingde a month ago, she had already given up on him. If not for her son, she wouldn’t have stayed at all.
Seeing Concubine Shen’s provocation, her expression remained completely calm.
It made Concubine Shen feel like she had punched a ball of cotton—utterly unsatisfied.
**
When Dongxue returned.
Ye Shaohua had spent some time and finally prepared some wound medicine, along with several other medicinal powders commonly used in ancient times.
Although Dongxue had tidied herself up before coming back, how could someone as observant as Ye Shaohua fail to notice her red, tear-swollen eyes?
“Miss, are all of these wound medicines?” Dongxue lowered her head and came to Ye Shaohua’s side, pretending to be curious, trying to hide her feelings.
Since she didn’t want to talk about it, Ye Shaohua didn’t ask.
She also hadn’t sensed any fluctuation in the spiritual energy she had left on Dongxue, so she figured she hadn’t been hurt.
“Yes,” Ye Shaohua said lightly, “For ordinary wounds, they’ll heal in less than three days, without leaving scars.”
Dongxue, who had already tested it herself, naturally knew she was telling the truth. “Once our Ye Family Medical Hall opens, it’ll definitely be much more popular than Huichun Hall.”
Right after Dongxue said this, a clear and crisp laugh suddenly rang out.
It was the voice of a young man.
Hearing this sudden voice, Dongxue’s expression changed. She immediately shielded Ye Shaohua behind her. “Who’s there?”
Ye Shaohua’s expression didn’t change much. Her gaze settled on a large tree in the courtyard of the Ye Family Medical Hall.
Sure enough, two men jumped down from the tree.
One wore a magnificent Shu brocade robe, with a snow-white jade pendant hanging at his waist. Just from his appearance, he looked extremely noble.
The other man wore an ordinary black robe. Judging by his clothes, he didn’t seem as noble as the one in Shu brocade, but his face—with eyes like bright stars, unmatched in the world—was far more striking than the noble-looking man.
Of course, Ye Shaohua glanced at that spotless black robe, then looked away.
“Apologies, ladies. This… I am Mingchen. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop on your conversation,” said the man in the Shu brocade robe, cupping his hands in a very refined manner. “It’s just that today I went to line up for Divine Doctor Liu but didn’t get a spot. On my way back, I saw a petty thief and chased him in here.”
“But you’re also a medical hall?” Mingchen said this because he had clearly heard Ye Shaohua and Dongxue’s earlier conversation. “Also, not to mention that the formula for that wound medicine has long been lost—one that can make a wound disappear without a trace within three days—even Divine Doctor Liu can’t do that.”
Dongxue had previously followed Ye Bozhong and the others, and had even seen the Empress Dowager.
The two men before her had an extraordinary aura, but they didn’t scare her.
Hearing his words, she immediately defended her young miss. “Our young miss is naturally amazing. Once she becomes even more famous than Divine Doctor Liu, you won’t have to line up anymore—you can just come to us.”
In Dongxue’s understanding, her young miss was so talented that even without the Governor, she would eventually rise above others.
Thinking of Li Mingde, Dongxue’s expression turned cold again.
“Of course, of course.” Mingchen smiled and said something very perfunctory.
But he still couldn’t help laughing, thinking these two young girls really were fantasizing.
Liu Mingxin’s reputation had spread throughout Jiangnan and even the martial arts world. Moreover, Mingchen knew that Liu Mingxin wasn’t just a divine doctor—she had other identities in the martial arts world. Not only that, but her medical skills were truly extraordinary. She never used golden needles; instead, she carried a set of very thin, specially forged blades.
People called her a living immortal, and it wasn’t without reason.
Just look at how many people were lining up at Huichun Hall now—especially with her emphasis on everyone being equal.
This girl kept saying her medical skills could surpass Liu Mingxin’s. To Mingchen’s ears, it didn’t sound like much—it actually seemed a bit ridiculous.
“Miss, can you see patients now?” Mingchen was lost in his own thoughts when a slightly deep voice suddenly sounded beside him.
He turned around, saw who had spoken, and couldn’t help but widen his eyes. “Fourth Brother?!”
Ye Shaohua looked at the man in black robes and nodded thoughtfully. “Yes, but for your condition… you’ll need to pay a deposit of one thousand taels first.”
Wanting a deposit before even starting treatment—even Dongxue thought this seemed a bit unreasonable.
Unexpectedly, the man with the jade-like face said nothing at all and simply took out a bank note worth one thousand taels of silver.
The two agreed to begin the first treatment tomorrow. Ye Shaohua also learned the name of the man before her—
Chu Yunmo.
She packed up the things in the medicine room, repeated the name to herself, and rubbed her fingers together.
Not far from the Ye Family Medical Hall.
“Fourth Brother, why did you agree so readily just now, to that half-grown girl?” Sima Mingchen glanced at Chu Yunmo, then suddenly rubbed his chin. “Say, you’re not interested in that young lady, are you?”
Thinking about it, Sima Mingchen recalled the face of that young lady.
She was as beautiful as a spring flower—just a bit too pale. A few days ago in Jiangnan, he had seen the region’s number one beauty, but comparing them, Sima Mingchen found that the young lady just now was actually a bit more striking in terms of pure looks.
“She is Ye Bozhong’s daughter,” Chu Yunmo said.
“Imperial Physician Ye?” Sima Mingchen was stunned. “No wonder… But even if you sympathize with her, you’re not really going to let her treat you, are you?”
“Why not?” Chu Yunmo looked at him, raising an eyebrow slightly.
“She’s so young, and when Imperial Physician Ye was alive, I never heard of his daughter having any remarkable talents. Fourth Brother, don’t be reckless…” Sima Mingchen tried to persuade him.
“She’s more skilled than Liu Mingxin.” Chu Yunmo didn’t act on impulse—he had personally seen Ye Shaohua prepare the wound medicine.
Since childhood, his five senses had been sharper than ordinary people’s, so he could naturally tell that this wound medicine was no different from what was used in the imperial palace.
Such a lost formula, reborn in Ye Shaohua’s hands.
If this news got out, it would absolutely shock many people.
He wondered what those who had tried every method to bring down Ye Bozhong would think—thinking they had left behind an orphan girl who couldn’t make any waves, only to find she was even more outstanding than her father?
As for Chu Yunmo’s words, Sima Mingchen didn’t take them seriously at all.
