Quick Transmigration: The Mad Beauty Refuses to Be the Scapegoat! Chapter 507 - 20: The Cannon Fodder Vase in the Scheming Nov

In the crowd, Zhao Ziyuan’s jet-black hair was all tied up high, like the style won wore when riding horses, fully exposing her makeup-free face to the sun.

No matter if she was facing a foul-slling beggar or a child suffering from abdominal swelling and endless crying, Zhao Ziyuan remained calm and composed, her lips curling into a faint smile, as dazzling and eye-catching as a pristine snow lotus.

On the entire street, everyone passing by would certainly look her way.

It was the first ti seeing a female doctor offering charitable dical consultations, where seeing the doctor and getting dicine didn’t cost a di. Everyone, whether sick or not, wanted to join in the excitent.

Behind Zhao Ziyuan, there followed two attendant-dressed maids, responsible for distributing and administering dicine to those holding diagnosis slips.

At first, Little He found the lively scene fascinating, but eventually, sothing felt off, and she frowned, looking at Jiang Lai.

"Miss, is her dicine also being given away for free?"

There weren’t any procedures for collecting money at all; obviously, they were being given away for free.

Little He couldn’t help but mutter.

"Where does she, an inner courtyard female doctor, get the Silver to buy so much dicine to give away for free?"

As the queue grew, the street beca impassable, with a swarming crowd surrounding Zhao Ziyuan. In the back, people started fighting over their place in line, and as chaos erupted, Zhao Ziyuan, unaware of the commotion, continued to calmly diagnose the people in front of her.

"A newly graduated hospital intern, can she really accurately diagnose these patients without relying on instrunts?"

After all, most modern dical students study Western dicine, where understanding traditional Chinese dicine’s pulse diagnosis is rare. They can make a rough diagnosis based on patient descriptions but still need precise, advanced instrunts for a final diagnosis.

Little Buding watched her examining several patients, her brows furrowed.

"Wow, no matter the illness, it’s all about reducing inflammation and heat. Well, it’s not wrong to play it safe, better than prescribing the wrong dicine and causing harm."

Jiang Lai sat steadily, continuing to drink tea.

Finally, when the scene below beca uncontrollable, Zhao Ziyuan, who had been sitting steadily as a mountain, stood up and called out to the crowd.

"Today’s charitable dical consultation ends here."

"Doctor Zhao, when will you co again next ti?"

Zhao Ziyuan nodded with a smile.

"I will be here for you all in the middle and latter part of each month for a charitable consultation, not charging a single penny."

"And the dicine, will it still be free?!"

This was what everyone cared about the most.

Zhao Ziyuan nodded again, smiling gently with her eyes.

"A charitable consultation is, of course, completely free."

"Doctor Zhao is truly a Divine Doctor reborn! Your dical skills are remarkable!"

"Doctor Zhao, you will surely live to a hundred years. Young as you are, your dical skills are outstanding! I am in awe!"

Those who received free dicine certainly didn’t skimp on their words of praise, and soon enough, the na of the Divine Doctor Zhao Ziyuan spread around Zhuangyuan Street.

Not far away resided the nobility, and the servant won and n who went shopping would rember these nas in their hearts and spread them upon returning, which would quickly reach the ears of their masters.

Seeing Zhao Ziyuan had not yet left after packing up and continued strolling along the street.

The vendors along the way were extrely respectful towards her, eagerly and earnestly addressing her as Doctor Zhao.

Indigenous people of ancient tis were sincere, coupled with Zhao Ziyuan’s unprecedented act of giving dicine for free, everyone was even more curious about her origins, and tales began to spread that she was the daughter of a Divine Doctor family, wealthy but with a Bodhisattva’s kindness, highly skilled and humble, earning people’s admiration and respect.

"These ancient folks are even more outlandish than modern entertainnt reporters, turning Zhao Ziyuan into the daughter of a Divine Doctor family in just a morning, she’s truly adept at managing public opinion."

Even though the body she ti-traveled into was nothing but an ordinary little palace maid, she now directly acquired a noble identity.

Little Buding sighed, seeing Jiang Lai had no reaction, but rather looked excitedly at sothing from the teahouse below.

"Look, soone’s coming."

Little Buding hurriedly looked over; Zhao Ziyuan was still strolling at a stall, but beside her appeared a man wearing a black robe with a silver belt, clearly soone trained in martial arts given his stature.

"Who is this?"

"You should ask, who is behind him."

Jiang Lai took a sip of tea, looking at the bitter tea left in the cup, frowned, and then pushed the cup away.

"Master... oh, I understand, so Zhao Ziyuan’s charitable consultations are just a gimmick. Her true aim is to attract the nobility on this street!"

Little Buding’s mind worked swiftly, coupled with the storyline, he imdiately figured it all out.

"I got it! The female protagonist and the antagonist Chu Yunci are connected because the female protagonist healed Chu Yunci’s leg, so... the master behind this person is likely Chu Yunci, right?"

Jiang Lai nodded, resting his chin on his hand, watching Zhao Ziyuan board a carriage with the man at the street corner.

"Zhao Ziyuan relies on Chu Yunxuan, and through him, she knows everything about the people living on this street, who needs a doctor, and who’s at their wit’s end, ready to try anything. She knows it all."

The one most pressing is none other than Chu Yunci.

His biggest hurdle is his crippled legs. If he had the chance to heal them, even stand again, he would have the opportunity to vie for the throne.

Hearing about a Divine Doctor on the street, he naturally had to try.

Little Buding was a bit concerned.

"So what do we do now? The female protagonist healed the antagonist, and if the antagonist falls for the female protagonist, your flattery skills might be of no use."

Jiang Lai was in no rush.

"Rest assured, his legs won’t be healed in just a day or two."

In the original plot, the antagonist eventually stood up, becoming the biggest obstacle and danger for the male and female leads’ developnt.

As for how he stood up, it surely had to do with the female protagonist.

"I’ve seen Chu Yunci’s legs; they’re not sothing Zhao Ziyuan’s level can treat."

Ancient Divine Doctors were rare, but for the Royal Family, recruiting them was no difficult task.

If so many Divine Doctors couldn’t cure his legs, how could a regular modern intern doctor?

The plot didn’t describe how she treated him, only that she went in and out of the palace daily, and eventually, Chu Yunci stood up.

Jiang Lai also speculated.

If Zhao Ziyuan did heal him, she must have seized so opportunity during the process.

After all, the female protagonist’s character setting was with extraordinary fortune and learning ability. If she were to et a truly capable Divine Doctor and learned an exceptional skill in a short period, it wasn’t impossible.

"Let’s wait and see."

In any case, now she had to go back and settle accounts.

Upon returning to the residence, Jiang Lai headed straight for the small room, which was locked, with the key in Little He’s hand.

"Open it."

The old steward followed, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, sweating profusely and persuading, unable to stop Jiang Lai from blocking the door, he dared not act rashly.