When Qin Liusi rose from the carriage, she casually wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth and lazily inquired, "What's happening outside?"
"Master, it's an elderly woman who suddenly fell ill. People are in a state of confusion," replied the attendant.
Qin Liusi acknowledged with an "oh" and was about to instruct to continue up the mountain when suddenly, a reminder from Qihuang echoed in her mind, "We still have a thousand taels."
A thousand... taels!
Qin Liusi felt a bit vexed. As she stepped off the carriage, Chenpi immediately followed behind her.
Some commoners gathered around, murmuring and pointing, while the family members of the elderly woman cried out anxiously, asking if there was a doctor present and urging the carriage to hurry back to the city to seek medical help.
As Qin Liusi approached, some commoners glanced at her and instinctively made way. This young man was indeed handsome, but he was also like the ice on a snowy mountain, frigid and unapproachable.
Qin Liusi cast a glance at the elderly woman on the ground, about to speak, when someone announced that the doctor had arrived. She looked over and saw a thin, white-bearded old man, standing with crossed arms.
She had no habit of snatching patients from others.
"Oh, this is a stroke," the old man remarked, observing the elderly woman on the ground, her face pale, limbs convulsing, mouth slanted. Without even taking the pulse, he made a diagnosis.
Hmm, a stroke?
Qin Liusi's mouth twitched. Where did this quack doctor come from, making blind assertions!
"Doctor, Doctor, please save my mother. I will generously reward you," the middle-aged man in a brocade robe, supporting the elderly woman, hailed him as if seeing a savior.
The doctor patted his white beard with feigned compassion. "Rest assured, a physician has a heart like a parent. Since I have encountered it, there is no reason not to save."
He squatted down, placing two fingers on the elderly woman's wrist. His expression changed slightly. No pulse?
"Doctor, how is she?"
The doctor became somewhat flustered, focusing again to check the pulse. There was truly no pulse at all. Was she dead?
"This..." He gritted his teeth, took out a silver needle from his pocket, and pricked the woman's fingertips to draw blood, but there was no sign of her waking up. The man watching became somewhat anxious, his gaze toward the doctor turning unfriendly and suspicious.
"This old lady, her limbs are cold. Could it be that she caught a cold last night?" the doctor asked.
The man looked at the servant. An old woman quickly explained, "Last night, the old lady was thinking of coming to the Taoist temple to pray today, so she went to bed early, without getting up during the night, and felt no discomfort."
"That's impossible," the doctor said. "In that case, I'll prescribe a medicine and have it brewed by the nearby farmers for her to take..."
"If it's indeed a stroke, why are you treating it as a cold?" Qin Liusi couldn't bear to watch any longer. She walked forward, gazing at the old man. "You old man, you haven't even diagnosed the pulse clearly, yet you're randomly prescribing medicine. Are you trying to kill someone?"
The doctor's face changed dramatically. "Where did this impudent brat come from? How dare you spit blood at me!"
"I'd rather spit blood at you than have you, this quack doctor, prescribe medicine randomly. Following your prescription, this old lady would journey to the Western Paradise with a single dose!"
The doctor: "..."
The middle-aged man: "!"
Can't they speak properly?
The middle-aged man still had some sense left. Seeing Qin Liusi speak so convincingly, he restrained his displeasure and, after seeing her face clearly, hesitated for a moment, his voice softened as he asked, "Young master, could it be that you also understand medicine?"
"A little. Do you have money?"
The middle-aged man's forehead developed a black line. Patiently, he explained, "This humble one is surnamed Qian, a member of the Qian family from Sifang Street in Licheng. Not to mention being wealthy enough to rival a nation, I do have considerable wealth. As long as the young master can save my mother, there will be a generous reward! But human life is at stake. If you don't have the skill to save my mother, and you're just risking her life recklessly, I, humble as I am, also know that the enmity of killing one's mother is unforgivable!"
Mr. Qian's gaze was sharp, with a hidden warning.
Heh, look at my temper!
Qin Liusi raised an eyebrow. "Mr. Qian is quite accommodating. Since you have money, this kid here is indeed that diamond!"