"I..." Xia Wenjin was montarily stunned.
She had lived two lives and viewed life and death with indifference.
Moreover, in her previous life, she had fought countless battles on the battlefield, aiding villains like Huangfu Yuxuan. The poisons she developed had hard countless people because of him.
That was committing evil.
If in this life she could save so people through her dical skills, it could be considered atonent for the sins of her past life!
Huangfu Jingchen could tell her decision just by looking at her expression. He said casually, "I know what you’re trying to say, and I know you’re looking out for . But I’m not a child; I will take responsibility for my own decisions. I’m not staying for you. If things really get that serious, having one more person here can help."
Xia Wenjin wanted to say sothing but opened her mouth without uttering a single word.
Things weren’t that bad yet, perhaps not at all?
She said, "Fine, I won’t interfere. Stay if you wish."
"If there’s anything I can do, just let know!"
Xia Wenjin nodded, "I will. I know."
She mounted her horse.
Huangfu Jingchen asked, "Where are you going now?"
Xia Wenjin turned back, "Just having a look around, and also seeing if there are any herbs I can use." She smiled, "I’ll be back soon, a bit hungry. Could you ask Auntie Kang to prepare so food for to eat when I return?"
Huangfu Jingchen wanted to go with her but hearing she was hungry, he hurried into the house to ask Auntie Kang to prepare food.
Xia Wenjin smiled. She wasn’t going to look for herbs or just wandering around. Earlier at Doctor Zhang’s, she received a list of those who had visited the dical hall days ago due to the illness. It was an uncle living at the village’s end. It had been five days since he sought treatnt.
After he initially sought dical attention and received dication from Doctor Zhang, he never returned.
Xia Wenjin wanted to check on his situation. If he had recovered, it would prove it was the poison from miasma.
But it was just one case; it didn’t an everyone was the sa. Further investigation was needed!
She had already inquired about the route. The uncle surnad Liu lived not far from Zhuzi’s house.
The village was composed of mud-brick houses with trees or bamboo before them. The hos weren’t densely packed, but they weren’t far apart either. You could hear the sounds of chickens and dogs while each household preserved its own space.
Standing at Uncle Liu’s door, Xia Wenjin called out, "Excuse , is Uncle Liu here?"
A sturdy man ca out from inside. Seeing a stranger, his tone was unfriendly, "Who are you looking for?"
Xia Wenjin replied, "I’m from Doctor Zhang’s dical hall, here to check on Uncle Liu’s recovery!"
It didn’t help to ntion Doctor Zhang’s dical hall. The mont she did, the man flared up in anger, "Oh, you dare co back. My father’s illness wasn’t this severe initially, but under that Doctor Zhang’s care, it worsened. Charging so much money — heartless! Get out..."
Xia Wenjin scratched her nose. Wasn’t she directly leading into the topic? But Doctor Zhang indeed deserved criticism, being both ruthless and exorbitantly priced while arrogant. Every patient visiting had to put on a smiling face, and he would be indifferent, speaking harshly. Those patients could only endure it. Xia Wenjin eventually couldn’t stand it, dragged him into a room, and gave him a beating before he behaved.
If she had known earlier, she would have beaten him more.
At the mont, she had no choice but to take on a humble attitude and say, "You misunderstand. I wasn’t sent by Doctor Zhang. I work at Doctor Zhang’s dical hall. After Uncle Liu visited the hall, he never returned. I was worried, so I ca during my day off to check."
Upon hearing this, the man’s fiery deanor instantly changed. He scratched his head, "I see. Little brother, I’m sorry. I lost my temper without asking questions first. Sorry, truly sorry!"
At that mont, a woman erged from the door, worry etched on her face, "Brother Hai, father coughed up blood again."
The sturdy man rushed indoors hurriedly, not caring about Xia Wenjin. Xia Wenjin followed urgently.
In the east room, an elderly man looked withered, his eyes listless yet wide open and bloodshot, breathing heavily like a wind box was in his throat, making a wheezy sound. Perhaps due to difficulty in breathing, his mouth was agape. His emaciated hands clutched the bedspread tightly, gnarled and blackened like a chicken claw.
The sturdy man pushed open the door, called out "Father," and imdiately rushed to the bedside.
Xia Wenjin’s heart skipped a beat at these symptoms...
She stepped forward, "Let take a look."
The man was about to say sothing, but Xia Wenjin interjected, "I work at the dical hall. I know a bit!"
Upon hearing this, the man and the woman retreated to the foot of the bed. Xia Wenjin stopped them, "Stand by the door for now and let check first."
They obediently stepped back, leaving the space for Xia Wenjin to examine.
Xia Wenjin went over, checking the withered old man’s eyelids, taking his pulse, then rolled up his sleeve to look...
She examined with seriousness and detail. Throughout the process, the sturdy man watched her closely, fearful she might not know what she was doing and make his father worse.
The woman occasionally glanced at the man but knew it wasn’t the ti to ask questions, just clutching the man’s shirt anxiously.
Yet, Xia Wenjin’s brows furrowed slightly. Though the weather wasn’t extrely hot now, it was oppressively humid. However, the old man was cold while his forehead was hot to touch; his breathing was labored, and yellowish saliva, tinged with slight blood, trickled from his mouth, speech impossible.
Doctor Zhang had ntioned Uncle Liu was in his forties or fifties, with a sturdy build. He ca to the hall on his own with his son’s company.
She called the husband and wife outside, washed her hands with clean water, then turned to ask, "Is the person on the bed... Uncle Liu?"
The man replied unhappily, "You already know. Why ask?"
A man in his forties or fifties, now resembling a sixty or seventy-year-old nearing the end of life?
How many days had passed?
Xia Wenjin said, "Uncle Liu’s condition is this serious. Why didn’t you invite the doctor back for a check-up?"
ntioning the doctor, the man angrily retorted, "I would love to, but that Zhang character won’t even look at my shabby house. I even knelt and said I’m willing to be an ox or a horse this lifeti, and I was still chased out."
That damned Doctor Zhang, worthy of a thousand cuts, treating human lives like they’re just about money.
The man probably realized this shouldn’t be said in Xia Wenjin’s presence, partly because she looked frail and was rely a worker.
He didn’t doubt Xia Wenjin’s identity much, knowing Doctor Zhang was one of the best-dressed in town, just thinking this young man looked too good-looking, speaking with cautious concern even while saddened and angry.
He asked in a softened tone, "Little brother, can my father still be saved from this illness?"
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