Lin Miao isn’t offering free dical treatnt and dicine; the money should be paid. Although Old Qu’s family isn’t wealthy, they’re not poor either and can afford the consultation fee and dicine costs.
Can a life be equated with a bit of dicine money?
"Rest assured, you won’t miss a penny of the consultation and dicine fees."
"Co back regularly for follow-up exams. His condition is very dangerous; don’t take it lightly. Even if he recovers, he should still co for check-ups," Lin Miao advised.
"Okay, we’ll follow your advice." Xiao Qu paid the consultation and ergency dicine fees, thanked them profusely, and helped Old Qu ho.
"Xia Zhu, tonight’s lesson is focusing on types of strokes, ergency treatnt, and differential diagnosis and dication..."
"Understood." Xia Zhu knew why Lin Miao was informing her—to quickly find a way to notify her father, Xia Yuan.
The content of the nightly lessons was spontaneous; sotis they discussed peculiar cases, other tis diagnostic thods.
Xia Yuan didn’t co every day, as he was also getting on in years. Traveling back and forth at night was quite taxing.
Guan Biyun also called Lien Yurou over to go to Mr. Jia’s house to inform him of this news.
He should be interested in this too.
Xu Qixi didn’t forget to notify Uncle Xu An either.
Thus, the evening lesson at the inn turned into a large lecture. Lin Miao spoke at great length for over an hour, with questions and discussions.
The class ended just before midnight.
Everyone was shocked after hearing it. The knowledge in Lin Miao’s mind was simply all-encompassing; so points were unheard of. Even Xia Yuan and Xu An, who were knowledgeable, realized over ti that Lin Miao’s studies were broad and profound in every subject. It seed there was nothing he didn’t know, utterly unfathomable.
Is he really just a seventeen-year-old boy?
He’s extraordinary.
What kind of people could have cultivated such a genius? The late Sun Simiao was rely an interdiate physician.
They couldn’t imagine how soone of his caliber achieved this; it seed to defy common sense.
Moreover, Sun Youwei, as Sun Simiao’s daughter, was sitting there listening to the lecture too. Clearly, she hadn’t been exposed to what Lin Miao was teaching.
Sun Simiao didn’t have to avoid teaching his daughter in the presence of his disciple. Besides, won studying dicine wasn’t uncommon, although it was relatively more challenging for them and their career prospects weren’t as promising as n’s.
Even if passing knowledge from male to male was traditional, Lin Miao wasn’t Sun Simiao’s biological son; he was his adopted son and disciple, then son-in-law. Why not teach his own daughter?
Those who study dicine with a conservative and unenlightened mindset rarely achieve great success.
The most likely possibility is that Lin Miao had another master, but who that master might be is unknown to anyone—it’s their secret, not sothing you can easily inquire about. After all, they’ve been teaching their dical skills without compensation; if you demanded to know every detail, it would be overstepping.
Only Sun Youwei knew that Lin Miao had no second master. His dical skills were a result of an "awakening of previous knowledge," but this secret was sothing she absolutely couldn’t share with anyone.
Because it was too bizarre, and if it got out, it could harm her junior brother.
...
"What? A stroke patient, nearly paralyzed, was awakened by him in an instant?" Chief Physician Sang Shuhuo of the dical Bureau was startled upon hearing the report from his subordinate.
"Yes, that’s the word on the street. The man who had the stroke is an old man who runs a breakfast shop, nearly sixty. He was fine in the morning, then suddenly collapsed; it was patrons of the shop who carried him over," Sang Shuhuo’s apprentice described.
"I find it a bit hard to believe!" Sang Shuhuo muttered to himself. It sounded too miraculous; stroke is almost incurable.
This young man must have truly miraculous hands.
"Many people don’t believe it either, but many saw it with their own eyes. Moreover, Mr. Lin also taught the ergency thod to everyone present..."
"What, he taught this technique to everyone openly?" Sang Shuhuo drew in a sharp breath; such magnanimity was unheard of. Had he misjudged?
"Yes, Mr. Lin said this ergency thod is a race against ti, so if applied promptly, the patient’s survival chances are high, and post-recovery complications would be minimal, hardly affecting their future self-care," the apprentice confird.
...
Sansheng Hall, Dongshan Branch.
"Sir, that’s how it was..."
"I didn’t expect it. With Ye Xizhao gone, Lin Miao is even more outstanding and talented. Zhong Lin, you’ve t your match!" Zhong Yu put down a dical book he was holding and remarked wistfully.
The sa situation occurred across many dical halls in Dongshan Prefecture’s Apricot Grove. The thod taught by Lin Miao was being widely disseminated, and suddenly everyone was discussing this ergency technique, just waiting to test it on a case.
If it could be replicated successfully on another person, it would be worthy of great recognition.
...
In the Ye Family, Ye Shengyuan listened with a grim expression to the report. Any situation at Lin Miao’s end had to be known to him imdiately.
Therefore, that night, Ye Shengyuan learned that Lin Miao used the "acupuncture and bleeding" technique for ergency treatnt on a stroke patient, with astounding results.
This thod was simply unheard of.
Ye Shengyuan’s first thought was that Lin Miao might have staged the whole thing, but he quickly dismissed that idea.
Because he had used Lin Miao’s prescription on Mr. Xue’s mania, which was highly effective—this person had genuine skills.
Those with real talent have their pride. Although staging sothing could quickly make one famous, if it’s exposed as ineffective, the reputation would plumt into an abyss instantly.
Such logic is sothing any intelligent adult would understand—how could he not realize it?
If it wasn’t staged, then it was real, which was frightening. This young man possessed such miraculous dical skills and managed to win people over. If this continued, his reputation would only grow, and in ti he’d beco prominent. After that, any actions against him would face more obstacles and repercussions.
"Patriarch, Young Master Mi Yuan requests an audience."
"Let him in," Ye Shengyuan instructed.
Ye Mi Yuan entered from outside; his injury had mostly healed, but the scars and psychological trauma weren’t so easily removed.
"Mi Yuan greets the Patriarch." Ye Mi Yuan bowed upon entering.
"Mi Yuan, have you heard about Lin Miao?"
"I’ve heard, Patriarch." Ye Mi Yuan had also co for this matter. "Patriarch, we can’t let him continue like this. The larger his reputation grows, the worse it is for us."
"Indeed, Mrs. He is also pushing for us to resolve the matter quickly. But now he and another person are alert and must be guarded against," Ye Shengyuan said.
"The Green Blade Sect has ntioned that if we can find a way to lure him out of the city, they can surround and eliminate him, making it look like an accidental death," Ye Mi Yuan stated.
"You have contact with the Green Blade Sect?"
"They asked to investigate a case of a missing disciple." Ye Mi Yuan explained that having a mutual enemy allowed him to temporarily set aside past grievances and align as allies on the sa front.
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