By the time the suturing was completed, the sky had turned completely dark.

“You say using this will prevent festering?” Liu Pucheng held the small medicine bottle, examining it carefully under the lamplight, squinting his eyes with both caution and curiosity.

“Yes, this is an antibiotic,” Qi Yue said, while injecting the medicine from the syringe into a wine bottle.

“Young… Miss, these things…” A’Ru came over to ask for instructions. She had already boiled and put away the needles, scissors, and tweezers, but there was a pile of used gloves, cotton cloth, cotton balls, surgical drapes, and other items.

“Dig a pit, burn them, and bury them deep,” Qi Yue said.

“Burn them all? These can still be used…” A’Ru felt reluctant. In her view, although they were stained with blood, they could still be washed clean, especially those gloves, which were still perfectly good.

The emergency kit that had been full when they arrived was now more than half empty. Those bandages and non-woven fabrics were minor matters, but the key issue was that all the medicines were completely exhausted.

“Keep the gloves. Soak them in alcohol and then steam them over high heat in a large pot – they might still be useful. As for the rest, burn them,” Qi Yue said.

A’Ru nodded and turned to do as instructed.

“I’ll help you, I’ll help you,” Hu San said hurriedly.

“Don’t move around carelessly, you don’t know how,” A’Ru scolded him in a low voice, keeping her head down and not looking at him. “Don’t cause an infection and make trouble.”

Hu San touched his head sheepishly.

“I’ll help you boil water,” he said again, running ahead with quick steps.

Here, Liu Pucheng put down the medicine and came to look at the injured person’s bandaging. Qi Yue had used up all the external wound disinfectant and medicinal cotton, but the wound was too large, and she still felt somewhat uneasy.

“All of these can prevent festering?” Liu Pucheng asked.

Qi Yue nodded.

Liu Pucheng held up his sleeve and bent down to take the injured person’s pulse, his expression showing surprise and some confusion, but he said nothing.

“This old man has been watching from the side – how did you use this tube to transfer someone else’s blood into his body?” he stood up and asked.

Qi Yue explained it to him simply, but due to difficulties in vocabulary communication, both the speaker and listener became increasingly confused.

“So you mean, not just anyone’s blood can be randomly transferred to anyone?” Liu Pucheng asked.

Qi Yue nodded. She had to emphasize this point well to prevent another incident like Hu San randomly taking needles to sew people’s wounds.

“Who was Miss’s master?” Liu Pucheng asked.

This question stunned Qi Yue, and she didn’t know how to answer.

“Well, I had many masters, no… that’s not what they were called either…” she said. After finishing, she suddenly remembered there was still someone sitting in the room – someone who was more familiar with “herself” than she was. She changed direction and said, “…Don’t laugh at me, Doctor Liu, but I was originally a beggar…”

Liu Pucheng made an “oh” sound, showing no disdain on his face, but rather more respect.

“So, traveling along the way, I met many people. This person taught me a bit, that person taught me a bit. When bitten by dogs, I learned how to treat it; when beaten by people, I learned how to treat that too. For diarrhea and headaches – anyway, it was a bit here and a bit there, not systematic at all…” Qi Yue continued, laughing. “Also, my grandmother knew much more, and I learned everything from her. These things were also left to me by her…”

As she said this, she pointed to the medical kit that had already been packed away.

Qi Yueniang had died before being brought into the Marquis Dingxi’s residence. As an old beggar woman among the refugees, she was so insignificant that she was less than dust. No one knew anything about her. The only person in the Marquis Dingxi’s residence who had seen her was the Old Marchioness, and the Old Marchioness was no longer there now. With no one left to testify, Qi Yue could freely attribute all those inexplicable things to her.

Liu Pucheng showed no doubt on his face and nodded.

“The common world has many strange skills,” he said, stroking his beard with some reminiscence. “My Liu family’s ancestors were originally carpenters. They gave a cake to a beggar who came to the door, and that beggar left behind a prescription for treating shingles. With this prescription, my ancestor became famous and began walking this path. So the rules left by our ancestors state that descendants must never mistreat beggars who come to the door, and every year we must specifically provide porridge for beggars once…”

What a magical tradition. Qi Yue found it very interesting to listen to, and she indeed knew that many folk remedies were difficult to explain scientifically.

And this disease of shingles…

“How do you treat this acute herpes? Is that prescription really particularly effective? Usually we use acyclovir tablets, and there’s no other good method…” Qi Yue said with some curiosity.

“Herpes? What acy… lo something?” Liu Pucheng was completely confused and asked puzzled.

Qi Yue rubbed her hands and laughed sheepishly.

“Miss, it’s getting late…” A’Ru came out from behind and said quietly, interrupting their conversation.

The night was deep, and the streets had long lost their daytime bustle.

“Then this injured person…”

Qi Yue hesitated somewhat.

“Miss, rest assured. This old man will personally watch over him. Miss can come again during the day,” Liu Pucheng said.

A’Ru secretly glanced at the Prince who had been sitting to the side all along and tugged at Qi Yue’s sleeve.

“Alright then. Everything that should be done has been done. We’ve done our human duty and must leave the rest to heaven,” Qi Yue said. “I’ll come early tomorrow morning. Don’t stop this IV drip tonight.”

IV drip… Liu Pucheng followed her pointing to look at the inverted wine bottle.

“How this inside is prepared, I’ve already had A’Ru tell your students…” Qi Yue said.

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Liu Pucheng stand up straight solemnly.

“Which one?” he asked loudly. “Which one knows how to make Miss’s IV… IV drip?”

Upon inquiry, immediately a small apprentice came running over trembling with fear.

“Kowtow,” Liu Pucheng said sternly.

The small apprentice fell to his knees before Qi Yue with a thud, kowtowing.

“What is this for?” Qi Yue was startled and hurried to stop him.

“You swear to Miss that from now on you are under Miss’s tutelage, and will never betray your master or reveal even half a secret formula…” Liu Pucheng said sternly.

The apprentice looked at Liu Pucheng, then at Qi Yue, his face full of conflict.

“Master, your disciple I…” his eyes were red.

“No, what secret formula? It’s not a secret formula, it’s just salt and sugar water…” Qi Yue laughed, hurrying to stop Liu Pucheng’s overreaction. Ancient medicine placed great emphasis on lineage, and was extremely secretive about medical techniques and secret formulas. While she admired this old man in her heart, she didn’t want him to be so formal. Without waiting for his refusal, she quickly explained.

“This isn’t anything rare. Everyone knows it now, and using it can save many people. Besides, there’s nothing special about it – it’s not as effective as your medicines. It’s just for quickly replenishing body fluids. Without IV tubes and intravenous injection, it’s useless anyway,” Qi Yue said.

Only then did Liu Pucheng feel somewhat at ease, but he still respectfully bowed to thank Qi Yue.

“Miss, rest assured. I will take good care of this injured person,” he said again.

Qi Yue nodded and gestured to A’Ru with her head.

“Then we’ll go,” she said.

A’Ru hurriedly picked up the packed medical kit and followed. Seeing that Qi Yue didn’t even glance at the Prince sitting nearby, she hurried to tug at her again.

“Prince…” she called softly.

“I’m going back now. You all stay here and watch over Jiang Hai,” the Prince of Marquis Dingxi stood up and said to Hei Dahan and several other men.

“Prince, rest assured.”

“Prince, please go back quickly.”

“Thank you, Master Chang…”

Amid the chaotic sounds of thanks and farewells, the Prince of Marquis Dingxi stepped out the door.

Outside the door, servants were already waiting with horses. Without looking at Qi Yue and A’Ru, he mounted his horse and rode away, leaving A’Ru both shocked and frightened.

“Prince…” she couldn’t help but chase after him a few steps, but how could she match the speed of a horse?

The clatter of hooves echoed down the street, and the person had long since disappeared, even the servants running alongside had gone far.

“Young Mistress, the Prince must be angry,” A’Ru turned around crying.

For one’s own wife to violate propriety by showing her face in public and secretly coming out to treat people’s injuries – probably no husband could stand it, let alone considering the face of the Marquis Dingxi’s residence.

This was the end…

Who would have thought that after three years of separation, this couple would meet again in such a scene.

Qi Yue pursed her lips and walked slowly and leisurely. No manly character at all – in the middle of the night, he just threw two women down and ran off, especially when one of these women was legally his wife…

Qi Yueniang, oh Qi Yueniang, what kind of unlucky fate is this, ending up with such a person.

“This person is that Chang Yuncheng?” Qi Yue asked.

“Yes,” A’Ru answered with a worried face.

He looked better than a terracotta warrior, but this temper really was… Qi Yue shook her head.

“Really too much, actually injuring people randomly, not treating people as human beings…” she said indignantly.

“What kind of people are we servants in the Prince’s eyes…” A’Ru smiled bitterly and shook her head at her instead.

What more could Qi Yue say? Popularize the concept of human rights? A’Ru would just think she was crazy. She could only shake her head and not continue this topic.

“What should we do when we go back?” A’Ru had no such thoughts, and was anxious and restless all the way, crying again. “We’ve been out so long, how can we explain to the family…”

As she spoke, she raised her hand to hit herself, blaming herself for causing trouble. Qi Yue had to comfort her. With crying and talking, they walked to the front door.

“Let’s go around this way – it’s closer to the side door…” A’Ru said sobbing, wiping her tears while thinking about how to explain when they returned. Suddenly her eyes lit up. “Prince…”

Qi Yue followed her gaze and saw that indeed, not far from the Marquis Dingxi’s residence, there were several people standing and waiting. She squinted and distinguished the tall figure of that man in the night.

“That woman still hasn’t returned?” Madam Xie asked coldly.

“Yes, Madam. Should we go to that girl’s home to look for her…” Nanny Su said quietly.

“Look?” Madam Xie laughed, then her smiling face turned stern. “A dignified young mistress of a marquis’s residence not returning home at night – she can never stay in this family anymore…”

That was natural. Nanny Su nodded.

“Madam, I’ve already ordered the side door to be barred…” she said quietly, her face full of smiles.