Qi Yue felt her eardrums throbbing.

Who could make A’Ru kneel and call “Prince”? Among the people she’d met since coming here, she could count them on one hand, but this Prince was all too familiar—though only by name…

How could it be such a… coincidence? Living so close at home they never met, yet going out once they come face to face…

If she fainted right now, would that feel better? But pretending to faint was also a technical skill she hadn’t mastered yet, so she could only stare dumbly at this handsome face before her.

The handsome man also looked at her, his expression calm, gaze deep, brow slightly furrowed, seeming quite surprised.

Under this gaze, Qi Yue felt as if hands were reaching over to tear away the skin she wore with a ripping sound, exposing her shameful soul as Qi Yue to the sunlight, where it would burn up like fire and scatter to the winds.

Husband and wife—this was husband and wife! One day as husband and wife, a hundred days of grace! No wait, three years of complete indifference didn’t seem like any grace—more like hatred. But whatever it was, grace or hatred, this man who was closest to Qi Yueniang wasn’t as easily fooled as those two young maids.

Qi Yue still felt that fainting would be the best outcome, but in reality, she stood steadily and even said something quite foolish.

“Where is the injured person?” she asked.

If A’Ru kneeling on the ground was already terrified and trembling, then hearing Qi Yue’s words made her soul scatter to the winds.

“Prince, Prince, it’s this servant’s fault, this servant was persistent… in coming here, it’s all this servant’s fault,” she kowtowed repeatedly while crying, and even in her confused state remembered not to reveal Qi Yue’s identity.

The handsome man looked at A’Ru crying on the ground.

“You are…?” A flash of confusion crossed his face. An attendant nearby promptly came forward and whispered something in his ear. Only then did he understand, and looked at Qi Yue with even greater surprise.

But he quickly regained his composure, ignoring A’Ru crying on the ground, and gestured to Qi Yue.

“Over here,” he said simply, his voice flat and emotionless.

This was answering her question. Qi Yue swallowed and looked in the direction he indicated.

With the handsome man’s gesture, the crowd that had been standing together in confusion instantly parted.

“Doctor, doctor, over here, over here!” a large man shouted loudly at her. In front of him was a door plank with an injured person lying on it.

Qi Yue stepped toward that direction, but A’Ru threw herself forward to hug her legs.

“It’s all this servant’s fault, all this servant’s fault…” she cried, looking up at Qi Yue with tears streaming down her face, shaking her head in terror.

You can’t, you can’t! If you go over there, how will you explain in front of the Prince…

Qi Yue understood her meaning and patted her head.

“Refusing to save someone dying will bring down lightning,” she said with a smile.

Whatever happens, happens. Things were already like this. Qi Yue broke free from A’Ru and strode over.

This injured person startled Qi Yue.

“My heavens, is this your enemy?” she couldn’t help shouting.

“This is my brother, a brother I’d trade my life for,” Hei Dahan felt very insulted by these words and shouted while glaring and beating his chest.

Qi Yue laughed.

“Then with him injured so severely, you don’t care and just leave him lying here like this? This person is about to go into shock—aren’t you trying to kill him?” she said in surprise.

“We were waiting for you, the divine doctor, to come save him,” Hei Dahan said loudly, his eyes full of wonder. “So you really can sew up wounds! Quick, quick, we’ve seen it now—hurry and treat my brother…”

Qi Yue frowned. She understood the meaning in this statement. Her hands, which had been quickly cutting away the layers of clothing and bandages wrapping the injured person, stopped. She looked at Hu San cowering to one side.

“Hey, did you really try to do it? Didn’t I tell you…” she shouted.

Hu San, who wanted to pretend he didn’t exist, buried his head between his knees.

“Yuan Bao’s injury…” Qi Yue remembered Yuan Bao’s earlier words, and suddenly everything connected. She straightened up abruptly. “Oh, you did this!”

Obviously this Doctor Hu had seen the injured person and, regardless of how it happened, told them about treating wounds. These people probably didn’t believe it, so naturally they brought the living specimen Yuan Bao…

“Sister, I didn’t say anything, I didn’t say anything, they…” Yuan Bao’s voice came as he spoke to A’Ru. “I wasn’t fighting with anyone. I was at the blacksmith shop when they grabbed me. When I wouldn’t talk, he… they cut me…”

“You went too far!” Qi Yue shouted, truly angry now. “How could you do such a thing!”

A’Ru quickly reached out to stop Yuan Bao from speaking further, shaking her head at him while pressing him to kowtow to the man before them—Prince of Marquis Dingxi.

Hearing Qi Yue’s words, several people including Hei Dahan looked at each other.

“This lady, we were desperate to save someone, but this boy just wouldn’t talk…” Hei Dahan said hesitantly.

“Your brother’s life is a life, but his isn’t?” Qi Yue laughed angrily. What kind of logic was this?

“Enough. I was the one who cut him. What’s the big deal? Who told you doctor to be so mysterious?” Prince of Marquis Dingxi snorted, interrupting her words. As he spoke, he untied a money pouch from his waist and threw it down in front of Yuan Bao and A’Ru with a slap. “Reward for you. Take it to recover from your injury.”

Qi Yue’s eyes widened even more.

This was exactly the insufferable behavior of those rich second-generation officials she often heard about in modern times! This was the Prince that A’Ru and A’Hao described as just slightly mischievous with a slightly quick temper, but actually a good person? If this were modern times, the onlooking crowd would smash his face with bricks!

Evil old society! Look at the expressions of the crowd around—they showed more gratitude and appreciation.

“Thank the Prince, this servant dares not, dares not,” A’Ru, the victim’s family member, pulled Yuan Bao to kowtow in fear and gratitude, but dared not take the money.

Yuan Bao, the victim, now knew who this man was too. He was no longer angry, just somewhat aggrieved, and followed his sister in lowering his head without speaking.

Looking at this man, Qi Yue simply couldn’t express her indignation.

“This person is dying!” a loud voice suddenly shouted.

It was the senior disciple of Qianjin Hall who had been monitoring the injured person.

This statement made everyone look at the injured person.

“Jiang Hai, Jiang Hai,” both Hei Dahan and Prince of Marquis Dingxi hurried over, shouting loudly.

“Stand back,” Qi Yue shouted, stopping the people who suddenly crowded around, and tore open the injured person’s upper clothing with a ripping sound.

“Expression dull, consciousness confused… lips pale turning purple… heart rate accelerated, extremity temperature decreased… external traumatic bleeding causing hemorrhagic shock…”

Qi Yue turned and pulled out a pack of large elastic bandages from her medical box.

“Two venous access points…” Qi Yue looked at the single rubber tube in her hand, gritted her teeth and cut it with scissors.

“A’Ru, get up. Don’t waste time crying there. Go boil the salt-sugar water I taught you…” she shouted. “Get me alcohol, charcoal fire, and water…”

A’Ru bit her lip on the ground, steeled herself and stood up, loudly responding yes.

“Please take me to where I can boil water, and I need sugar and salt, plus find me a bottle, an empty bottle…” she said loudly.

Only then did the apprentices in the hall come to their senses, all looking at the senior disciple.

With the master absent, he was their backbone.

The senior disciple was also shocked, his expression conflicted. Looking at Qi Yue, he himself was a doctor. Though not yet graduated, he could already hold up half of Qianjin Hall and had treated countless patients. Qi Yue’s methods were completely foreign to him, but looking at her expression now, that expression was very familiar—it was the expression his master had when treating patients: confident, calm, with everything under control. He looked at Yuan Bao sitting nearby, and finally gritted his teeth and waved his hand.

Anyway, this doctor was brought by them. If something went wrong, it had nothing to do with Qianjin Hall. At worst, it would be watching a farce, at most being unlucky enough to serve as a witness at the magistrate’s office.

“Follow me,” an apprentice immediately said.

The other apprentices also scattered like headless flies.

This injured person’s wounds were mostly concentrated on his right arm and chest.

“Help me lift him up,” Qi Yue shouted.

With her shout, Hei Dahan and others immediately stepped forward, lifting the injured person flat while watching Qi Yue efficiently begin wrapping the injured person with various sized white cloths.

“This won’t stop it. Didn’t you say to sew it up?” Hei Dahan shouted.

“He’s in shock. First we need to treat the shock,” Qi Yue answered while busy, beginning to apply pressure to blood vessels.

Soon A’Ru came running with a wine bottle.

“Cooled in cold water,” she shouted. “I’m still boiling more.”

Qi Yue was applying pressure to stop bleeding and nodded at her.

“Put on those rubber gloves, cut off a piece, wrap it around the bottle mouth, then stick the needle on it and connect this rubber tube…” she said.

“Me… do I do it?” A’Ru looked panicked, holding the wine bottle with trembling hands. “I can’t…”

“A’Ru, you can do it. You’ve seen how I do it,” Qi Yue shouted at her, nodding encouragingly.

A’Ru bit her lower lip, swallowed, and nodded heavily, turning to stand by the tools laid out beside the medicine box.

“Disinfect first…” Qi Yue reminded her.

A’Ru nodded, picked up scissors with trembling hands, and following Qi Yue’s example, put them in the bowl of alcohol nearby. Then she took out a glove from the sealed bag—this glove could no longer be called a glove, having been cut into pieces. She clumsily cut another circle from it…

“Done,” she said, holding up this crude IV drip for Qi Yue to see, her expression anxious.

“Very good,” Qi Yue nodded. A’Ru definitely couldn’t handle inserting the needle…

She turned her head to look around.

“You, the one surnamed Hu,” she called.

Hu San, who had been standing in the crowd, was startled by the call.

“Come here and hold this for me,” Qi Yue gestured to him.

“Me?” Hu San stared wide-eyed, equally incredulous.

“You caused this trouble. Don’t you want to take any responsibility?” Qi Yue glared and scolded.

Hu San felt his whole body trembling and actually fell to his knees with a thud.

“What are you doing?” Qi Yue was startled.

“Thank you for your favor, madam!” he kowtowed heavily.

Qi Yue was baffled. What was this about?

“Hurry up,” she shouted.

Hu San stumbled to his feet and came over in two or three steps.

“Wash your hands with alcohol and get gloves,” Qi Yue glared at him.

Hu San awkwardly stepped aside, indeed splashing alcohol to clean his hands, but these gloves… how to put them on?

“Like this, put them on this way…” A’Ru came over and said quietly, pointing to one of the sealed bags.

“Thank you, miss,” Hu San said with an ingratiating smile, which contained more apology.

After all, he had caused this incident and made the girl’s brother get injured innocently.

A’Ru turned away without acknowledging him further.

Hu San felt snubbed and awkwardly put on these difficult gloves, full of curiosity.

What was this made of? This feeling…

“Come here, press this side,” Qi Yue was already impatient with waiting and shouted.

Hu San hurried over, following Qi Yue’s directions while also watching the people around him defensively, especially his fellow apprentices.

“Like this? Here?” he finally pressed down, groping and testing.

After much effort, Hu San finally pressed the right spot, and only then could Qi Yue hurriedly disinfect again and take the needle to insert into the injured person.

“What… what is this thing?” seeing the strange object pierce the skin, everyone couldn’t help asking. The senior disciple spoke up.

“This is salt water, um, sort of anyway. It’s to supplement fluids… uh, fluids are just… fluids…” Qi Yue explained vaguely.

Once the senior disciple opened his mouth, and seeing that Qi Yue wasn’t the type to say nothing, immediately a group of people began asking questions in a rush.

“Shut up, all of you shut up,” Hei Dahan banged on the table and shouted. “You useless bunch, all shut up.”

This made these people quiet down, their faces very uncomfortable.

“People can’t know everything. What? Just because you’re a doctor doesn’t mean you should cure all diseases? If you can’t cure someone, you’re useless? You become a criminal? What logic is that? Others know something you don’t, so you’re useless?” Qi Yue snorted.

Comparatively speaking, she still felt closer to her colleagues, and besides, these people… hmph… I’m saving lives out of duty, not because I’ve forgiven you.

Hei Dahan glared.

“For the sake of you being from Master Chang’s household, I won’t argue with you,” he snorted and stopped talking.

Not expecting Qi Yue to speak up for them, the apprentices all looked pleased, but no one asked questions anymore.

“If you encountered shock, how would you treat it?” Qi Yue actually started talking with them.

Everyone perked up.

“I… we…” Hu San rushed to speak, opening his mouth only to realize he didn’t know.

“Madam, this shock… shock you speak of, that would be yang collapse syndrome, right?” the senior disciple spoke steadily.

Oh right, that’s how Traditional Chinese Medicine puts it. Qi Yue nodded.

“Naturally we would consolidate qi and prevent collapse, decocting raw astragalus, cornus, Chinese yam and administering it,” the senior disciple answered.

“Then quickly prepare it for him to take. Two approaches together will work faster,” Qi Yue said hurriedly.

The senior disciple hesitated briefly, then finally nodded. With one command, apprentices immediately went to work. Soon they brought the medicine and used a spouted pot to pour it down the injured person’s throat.

Just as they had watched Qi Yue earlier, Qi Yue also curiously watched their methods.

After a while, taking out a blood pressure cuff to measure, Qi Yue breathed slightly easier. Whether black cat or white cat, there was hope of catching the mouse.