“Miss, the medical clinic has been shut down. What are we going to do now?” Dongxue’s face was full of worry.
Liu Mingxin, who was already preparing to leave, heard this and let out a cold laugh. This was what happened when someone crossed her—and she hadn’t even lifted a finger yet.
Ye Shaohua crumpled the paper in her hand into a ball and told Dongxue to go back and burn it.
“It’s fine. We don’t rely on the clinic to make money.” Ye Shaohua had wanted to open the clinic in the first place to carry on the Ye family’s legacy. Now that the Ye family’s wound medicine had made a name for itself, she naturally wasn’t worried.
In time, the Jiangnan prefect and those people would realize just how foolish it was to shut down Ye’s Medical Clinic today.
In the future, Ye’s Medical Clinic would spread across the whole Central Plains—yet Jiangnan alone would have none. They would beg several times, but the Ye family would refuse to ever open one in Jiangnan again.
Dongxue didn’t know any of this. She was simply fretting. “If we don’t make money from the clinic, then how will we make money?”
The good news was that thanks to the wound medicine, Ye’s Medical Clinic had indeed made a substantial profit.
If she didn’t pursue a luxurious life, she and her miss could live comfortably for the rest of their lives.
Thinking of this, Dongxue decided to take out half the money and go find the cousin.
It was thanks to the money the cousin had provided back then that Ye’s Medical Clinic had its first startup funds. Remembering what Song Jingshu had said, Dongxue could guess that she wasn’t doing well at the prefect’s residence.
She hesitated and looked at Ye Shaohua, unsure whether to tell her about this.
Song Jingshu still hadn’t found a chance to speak, because the moment Ye Shaohua returned to the backyard, Sikong Mingchen was already pestering her, calling her “Divine Doctor” over and over. “Divine Doctor, what acupuncture technique did you just use on my fourth brother?”
“The Nine Yin-Yang Needles,” Ye Shaohua replied with just four words.
But those four words left Sikong Mingchen stunned beyond words. He wasn’t a medical student, but the history books recorded that several hundred years ago, these Nine Yin-Yang Needles could channel the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, clear the body’s meridians, and bring back a dying person who had only one breath left!
It was just a pity that the Nine Yin-Yang Needles were extremely demanding when it came to a doctor’s aptitude. Very few could fully comprehend them, and each generation grasped less than the one before.
Over time, they gradually became lost, leaving only an illustration book that later generations couldn’t understand.
But who would have thought that this orphan girl of the Ye family had actually mastered the Nine Yin-Yang Needles!
Sikong Mingchen had almost forgotten how to react. This excited him far more than when he’d seen the “glue” or the return of the “wound medicine.”
He paced back and forth in place, then fixed Ye Shaohua with a burning gaze.
Dongxue was utterly baffled.
Ye Shaohua knew exactly what Sikong Mingchen was scheming and paid him no mind at all.
Sikong Mingchen was internally spitting blood.
Before coming to Jiangnan, he had only heard of the Jiangnan Divine Doctor Liu’s bizarre methods. The unknown Ye Shaohua couldn’t possibly compare to Divine Doctor Liu, so he hadn’t taken Chu Yunmo’s words seriously.
How was he to know that although that Divine Doctor Liu’s skills were extraordinary, he only knew something called “surgery” and was completely ignorant of ancient medicine’s acupuncture and the “observing, listening, questioning, and pulse-taking” tradition?
And now Ye Shaohua had even mastered the Nine Yin-Yang Needles—no wonder she could neutralize the poison in his fourth brother’s body!
“Fourth Brother, Fourth Brother, you’re close with the Divine Doctor. Could you put in a word for me with Miss Ye? Just one sentence, that’s all. From now on, I’ll do whatever you say, I swear!” Sikong Mingchen had been plagued by poison gas for so many years, and now that there was finally hope for a cure, he was clutching at the last straw.
However, Chu Yunmo was completely unmoved. He even raised an eyebrow. “I warned you before.”
Hearing that answer, Sikong Mingchen knew his fourth brother had no intention of getting involved. He couldn’t help but beat his chest and stomp his feet, cursing himself for casually refusing back then!
Although Ye Shaohua’s refusal was obvious, Sikong Mingchen had no intention of giving up.
He even bought two courtyards next to Ye Shaohua’s, connected them, and moved in.
Citing the danger of two young women living alone, he even connected Ye Shaohua’s courtyard as well and installed a door.
But these two—especially Chu Yunmo—were indeed good to them, so Dongxue didn’t stop it. It saved them the trouble of hiring guards.
“Miss, it seems someone from Young Master Chu’s household has arrived,” Dongxue said in a low voice to Ye Shaohua the next morning. “I saw a very ornate carriage. What kind of people do you think those two really are?”
Ye Shaohua wasn’t particularly interested in what Dongxue was saying.
Just as the two were talking, the sound of shattering porcelain suddenly came from next door.
“He thinks their Duan Prince Manor is something special!” That was Sikong Mingchen’s voice. Since the two courtyards were connected, the sound carried very clearly.
Someone with hearing as sharp as Ye Shaohua’s naturally heard it plainly.
Just then, Chu Yunmo came in from next door. Seeing Ye Shaohua, he didn’t hesitate and asked if she could take a look at someone.
“That’s fine, but I can’t treat every kind of illness.” The more worlds she experienced, the more awe Ye Shaohua felt toward the world and the universe. She was never arrogant or conceited—in terms of intelligence, she was merely on par with the most developed minds of the interstellar era.
Although the Nine Yin-Yang Needles could bring back someone with a single breath left, if that person’s time had come and all their internal organs were failing from old age, Ye Shaohua was powerless to help.
“Thank you.” Chu Yunmo’s eyes were pitch black, and only after hearing Ye Shaohua’s words did they warm slightly. “I’m already surprised you agreed.”
Ye Shaohua followed Chu Yunmo next door.
She found Sikong Mingchen—usually such a carefree wastrel—now kneeling on the ground, his palms dug bloody by his own nails.
“Mother, it’s all because your son is useless,” Sikong Mingchen said, looking at the noble lady lying on the grand master’s chair, his eyes full of unwillingness. “If I weren’t ill, I wouldn’t have let you—ranked first among the four consorts—have no real power in the palace. Now you’ve come to Jiangnan to find a divine doctor for the Empress Dowager, your heart condition acted up, and when you went to the Duan Prince Manor to beg for a heart-saving pill, the old princess consort had you thrown out!”
He slowly closed his eyes, deeply feeling his own uselessness.
Even a Duan Prince Manor that had been banished by the Emperor dared to treat his mother like this.
He finally understood what situation the Ye family had been in back then.
After understanding the whole story, Ye Shaohua looked at the noble lady lying on the grand master’s chair. Seeing that her lips were entirely purple-blue, she had a good idea of what was wrong. “Excuse me, do you need a doctor?”
