Doctor Ye was filled with unease, the reputation of Yun Jiao was too great. Even though they hadn’t compared their skills, everyone believed Yun Jiao was more skilled in dicine.
He was also worried that he might have misdiagnosed.
Yin Suo, on the other hand, tried to comfort him, "Doctor Ye, you don’t know, our family had so unpleasantness with that Doctor Gu before, she deliberately cursed my son."
"I only trust you. After taking the dicine, my son will surely get better."
Doctor Ye’s mouth twitched, and his heart was in turmoil. Seeing that Yin Suo was about to leave, he quickly instructed, "In three days, rember to bring your child for a follow-up consultation."
Yin Suo agreed.
The family got on the carriage, wandered around for a while, and found an inn to stay.
Hongxia borrowed a stove to brew dicine for her son.
Yin Suo stayed inside the room to take care of the son.
Zhao Lizheng was very uneasy, pacing back and forth in the inn’s courtyard.
He was still serving as the village head, his ssages were much more knowledgeable than ordinary villagers.
He heard that Yun Jiao had been granted the title of National Lady by the emperor for her great achievents in treating epidemic diseases.
Although he had not personally experienced Yun Jiao’s dical skills, there were many in the village cured by her.
He believed Yun Jiao’s dical skills were undoubtedly superior to Doctor Ye’s, otherwise, why wouldn’t the emperor dispatch Doctor Ye to treat the epidemic?
Moreover, what Yun Jiao said to him today was sincere. He could see it was heartfelt, not because she harbored any grudge against their family.
After all, she’s a first-class lady, what reason would she have to be so polite to him, a re village head?
Ignoring him would be the normal behavior.
The clearer Zhao Lizheng understood everything, the more he realized that his grandson was beyond saving.
But now, he could do nothing but watch helplessly, just waiting.
Zhao Lizheng had paced downstairs for a long ti, then went upstairs to see his daughter-in-law feeding dicine to his grandson.
Watching this scene, his eyes showed deep helplessness.
By late morning on the third day, Zhao Lizheng suddenly heard wailing from the next room. He rushed over and saw Hongxia crying nonstop while holding the child on the bed.
Yin Suo seed to be in shock, standing stiffly at the bedside, looking at his son.
Suddenly, he pushed Hongxia away, picked up his son from the bed, and ran out frantically.
Zhao Lizheng hurriedly chased after him.
Hongxia got up from the floor and ran outside too.
When they reached downstairs of the inn, Yin Suo placed his son on the carriage and drove it straight towards Doctor Ye’s pharmacy.
Zhao Lizheng and Hongxia didn’t manage to get into the carriage in ti, stumbling behind it as they ran.
Upon reaching Doctor Ye’s Hui Chun Hall, Yin Suo rushed in with his son in his arms, shouting wildly, "Doctor Ye, please save my son!"
Seeing the situation, Doctor Ye also started to panic, "What happened?"
Holding his son, Yin Suo explained incoherently, "No, the child, after taking two days of dicine, seed better this morning. I thought he was recovering, he even had half a bowl of porridge, but suddenly, he just wasn’t fine anymore."
Doctor Ye reached out to check, but there was no pulse, he shook his head, "There’s no saving him, he’s already gone."
Yin Suo let out a scream, "Impossible, didn’t you say two days ago that his illness wasn’t life-threatening?"
Doctor Ye was embarrassed into silence, he didn’t know why it turned out this way either.
Zhao Lizheng and Hongxia, who had flagged a car by the roadside, finally arrived.
Suddenly, Yin Suo put his son on the ground, rushed at Doctor Ye, grabbed his collar, "You owe my son, you owe my son’s life!"
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