- Spatial Farm Life: Raising My Kid, Abusing Scum, and Keeping Busy With Life
- Chapter 301 - Chapter 301: Is He Really Alright?
Chapter 301: Is He Really Alright?
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
She hurriedly sent someone to investigate and discovered that the day the leader and deputy leader died happened to be the same as Qiao Mai, Mr. Yuan’s wife, returned to Tianshui Town.
Moreover, the location where they died happened to be in the northern region.
The more she thought, the more terrified she became. Madam Liu couldn’t help but shiver all over.
She didn’t want Royal Physician Liu to know about it. She was afraid that he wouldn’t take her seriously anymore, and her status in the Liu family would decline.
In the evening, she contemplated and immediately wrote a letter, urging someone to deliver it urgently to her maiden family.
Although she couldn’t deal with Madam Qiao, her maiden family should be able to. The Deputy Leader’s family could do so, right? She must take revenge for the death of her son.
If she exposed that Madam Qiao killed the Leader, Madam Liu wondered if those who had received favors from the Leader in the martial world would tear Madam Qiao apart.
Thinking of the miserable fate of that woman, Madam Liu couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
The New Year went by. Wang Zongsheng and his wife left. Their son, Wang Zihan, stayed behind. Like Chuan’er, he would take the imperial examination this year.
Therefore, right after the fifth day, Old Master Wang didn’t let the two of them play anymore and urged them to review their lessons at every available moment.
Yuan Jiaqi and Fengyun had taken official positions. Ling’er had also opened her shop. Only Qiao Mai and Miss Mu were left at home.
Miss Mu, managing the household, was also pretty busy. After the New Year, Xiao Qingling did not come again. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, but the Xiao family did not want her to come out again before her marriage.
Before the wedding, one should not frequently appear in one’s husband’s family; that was the rule.
Qiao Mai would wander around the house when she had nothing to do and plant some things when she had free time.
Or she would read books in the room. She found herself becoming more and more interested in medicine.
She realized that medicine, including elixirs, medicinal herbs, and even what people ate, drank, and their lifestyle, were all related. The more she read, the more she found it fascinating.
Whenever she had time, she would read medical books. With her exceptional memory, she had memorized all the contents.
Currently, what she lacks is practical experience. During the day, she would disguise herself as a middle-aged man, set up a stall on the streets, and offer free consultations. At night, she would return home.
Sometimes, she wouldn’t be at home for an entire day. She wasn’t worried; she had six squirrels and three sheep. Even if more people came, she wasn’t afraid.
Speaking of setting up a stall for medical consultations, she placed it not far from the famous Mingren Medical Hall. She set up a small table with a sailcloth hanging on it, stating “Free Pulse Diagnosis.”
She didn’t mention free prescriptions. She focused on practicing pulse diagnosis and prescribing medications.
Offering free pulse diagnosis wasn’t a big deal, but she hadn’t decided to provide prescriptions for free yet. After all, if the neighboring medical halls found fault with her, it could lead to trouble.
Well, she could leave if that happened. However, it would be difficult if she wanted to set up a stall again.
She wasn’t afraid of trouble, but she didn’t want inconvenience. She would first pass the pulse diagnosis before considering other things.
First, she would diagnose the pulse, then use divine consciousness, mental power, and spiritual energy to compare them and check if her diagnosis was correct.
Although the sail stated “Free Pulse Diagnosis,” she was still capable of wound dressing and orthopedic procedures.
Especially with her cultivation level, if she claimed to be the second-best in the Ming Dynasty, no one dared to say they were the best.
Now, here comes a case!
She held a medical book behind the table when she heard a commotion not far away.
“Quick, make way, make way!”
She tilted her head and saw several men carrying an injured man rushing into Mingren Medical Hall. She raised an eyebrow.
Qiao Mai observed a trail of blood on the ground, flowing from the injured man.
At the current bleeding rate, it wouldn’t be long before he died.
However, she sat there motionless, withdrew her gaze, and continued reading her book. Better to let them handle it first; if they couldn’t, she could step in later.
Rushing to compete with Mingren for business would make people think she was a fraud.
After a while, the men carrying the injured man came out of the medical hall. Their faces looked unsightly.
One of them saw Qiao Mai’s stall and brightened. “Look, there’s a wandering doctor over there. Maybe she can help!”
“Even the famous Mingren Medical Hall couldn’t do anything. What can a wandering doctor do?”
“Let’s give it a try. If we don’t, he might die.”
The few men carrying the injured man came to Qiao Mai. “Sir, we have a
patient here. Do you think—”
Qiao Mai put away her book and glanced at the injured man
“Where is the injury?”
“The thigh. It’s cut from top to bottom, and it seems like the bone is broken.”
“Put him on the table. Don’t block the way.”
The men quickly placed the injured man on her table. Strangely, although her table looked rectangular, it was just the right size for a person to lie on.
Qiao Mai looked at the wound on the man without any expression. “Five taels of silver. I’ll set his bone and bandage the wound.”
“Ah, will he survive?”
“Who said he will die? Hurry up and tell me if you agree or not.”
“We agree. We’ll each contribute one tael of silver. Sir, please save him quickly.”
Qiao Mai took a wooden box from under the table and quickly retrieved the tools. By this time, the man had fallen into a coma.
Surprisingly, he showed no response to the painful procedure of setting bones.
More and more people gathered around. Her hands covered in fresh blood, Qiao Mai first set the bones in place and then sutured the torn flesh.
The operation was neat and clean. A kind-hearted person brought a basin of clean water for her.
“Sir, you’re truly a miracle physician.”
“I dare not claim that. I can only handle such wounds.”
She cleaned the wound, checked the man’s pulse, and flipped his eyelids.
Seeing that the pupils hadn’t dilated and the pulse was steady, she spoke.
“He’s fine. Take him away. After going home, take good care of him. It’ll take a hundred days for the injury to heal. His bones are severely injured, so he needs to rest for half a year. Come to me for a change of medicine every three days. It will cost one or two taels of silver.’
“Is he really okay?”
“Don’t believe me? Find another physician to check his pulse.”
The physician from Mingren Medical Hall had been quietly watching. “No need to look for another. Let me check.’
An elderly man with a white beard walked up, checked the man’s pulse, and was amazed when he saw Qiao Mai. “Truly a master! Did you save this man?” “I set the bone and sutured the wound to stop the bleeding. Naturally, he’ll be fine.
“Oh, you’re so skilled. It’s a waste for you to set up a stall here.”
Qiao Mai received the silver from those men and looked at the old man with a cold face.
“I’m used to freedom and don’t want to be restrained.
Anyway, she had a bad impression of Mingren. The old man felt embarrassed.
“Can we have a private conversation?”
“No. Let’s talk here.”
“I can see that your medical skills are impressive, especially with how you handled that just now. Can you teach us? We will surely reward you generously.”
“Why not? This is a great cause for the country and the people.”
Not again. Qiao Mai’s eyes, frosty like winter, nearly froze the old man.
“Did Mingren Medical Hall’s prescription ever contribute to the Ming Dynasty? Have you ever shared it with other medical halls?”
In front of so many people, the old man’s face turned from white to red, and he didn’t say anything. He turned and left. The impression the commoners had of Mingren Medical Hall was somewhat tarnished.
Some people even muttered quietly, “How shameless, using the guise of serving the country and the people to snatch others’ medical skills.”
“Exactly. I used to have a good impression of Mingren Medical Hall. It turns out they’re not worth it.”
Exiting the crowd, the old physician who was walking started jogging away.
Several men bowed to Qiao Mai. “Thank you, Sir. Your medical skills are amazing, and your charges are reasonable. We admire you.”
“Alright, take him away. Let him rest well at home. Come back here for medicine in three days..”
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