Chang Yuncheng’s actions caused Marquis Dingxi’s accumulated anger to explode.

Toward women, no matter how angry Marquis Dingxi was, he would still maintain his dignity, but toward men, especially his own son, he no longer needed to maintain any dignity.

“Do you know what you’re doing? You stupid idiot bastard!” Marquis Dingxi unleashed a torrent of abuse, even looking around for something to throw.

Though Madam Xie was so angry at her son’s actions that she could spit blood, she still immediately stood in front of her son.

“He’s been bewitched by that woman. It’s all your fault—if you hadn’t spoiled that woman, how would we have today!” she shouted.

Chang Yuncheng supported his mother’s shoulders.

“She didn’t bewitch me. I chose to do this,” he said.

Madam Xie’s whole body trembled, biting her lower lip hard to prevent scolding and questioning words from spilling out.

Her son—she could scold him, she could beat him, but when another person wanted to beat and scold him, what she had to do was protect her son.

“Why are you doing this? Do you know what you’re doing?” Marquis Dingxi was trembling with anger and finally grabbed a porcelain bottle to throw at him.

Chang Yuncheng turned and blocked in front of Madam Xie.

The porcelain bottle hit his shoulder, rolled down, and shattered on the ground.

“I’m doing this to show that the Marquis Dingxi’s mansion is not a coward!” he suddenly raised his voice.

Someone who had been tempered on the battlefield, once he released that kind of pressure, his aura was truly intimidating.

Marquis Dingxi was startled by this sudden roar and involuntarily stepped back.

“If it’s a bet, then it’s a bet. Can’t the Marquis Dingxi’s mansion afford to bet?”

“We’ve bet, we’ve bet, but there’s no winner or loser yet. Are we already afraid?”

“A weak woman isn’t afraid, so what are we afraid of?”

Marquis Dingxi couldn’t help but step back several more steps and sit in a chair.

Madam Xie also couldn’t help but clutch her chest, looking at her son with some bewilderment.

“At this time, not letting her enter the door—what will outsiders think? They’ll think the Marquis Dingxi’s mansion admitted defeat before even competing!” Chang Yuncheng withdrew his aura, his gaze sweeping across the room. “I can’t afford to lose that face.”

After he finished speaking, the room fell silent, with only slightly disordered breathing sounds.

“Then… then what if we lose?” Marquis Dingxi said with a trembling voice.

“It’s not too late to divorce her after losing,” Chang Yuncheng said. “It would also be our explanation to the people, showing the Marquis Dingxi’s mansion’s attitude toward quack doctors who kill people—even if it’s our own family, we absolutely won’t tolerate or protect them.”

The courtyard that had once treated the Prefect’s son became lively again.

“These gloves must be worn,” Qi Yue distributed the gloves Hu San had brought to everyone.

Liu Pucheng and others nodded, watching Qi Yue demonstrate washing hands, disinfecting, putting on gloves, and holding hands in front of the body.

“According to what you said, Madam Qi, about things that can drive away evil, I added bitter ginseng, golden cypress, eucalyptus leaves, and cnidium seed to the previous base and boiled this medicinal soup,” he said again.

Qi Yue nodded, instructing A’Ru to find a watering can from the flower room and fill it with the disinfectant soup.

“You should regularly spray the room and courtyard with this,” she said.

The other two disciples who had come along nodded busily, nervously accepting the two watering cans.

“This disease has no other cause—it just needs large doses of broad-spectrum antibacterial treatment,” Qi Yue said, looking at Liu Pucheng. “Find all the Chinese medicines that can have this effect. Teacher, you understand this better than I do. You can prepare the medicine yourself, increase the dosage, and use it for washing, rinsing, applying, and administering.”

Liu Pucheng nodded, and everyone acted according to their assignments.

Darkness quickly enveloped the Marquis Dingxi’s mansion.

When Chang Yuncheng came over, Qi Yue was sitting on the steps outside the door looking at the sky.

“What? Is the person about to die?” Chang Yuncheng asked directly, looking at her expression.

Qi Yue smiled.

“No,” she said.

But soon…

Qi Yue reached up to rub her face, forcefully smoothing out her furrowed brow.

Those medicines simply didn’t work, or rather, couldn’t produce quick miraculous effects. Oral administration naturally couldn’t compare to intravenous medication or IV drips…

If this continued, she would definitely lose.

Lose?

When Qi Yue found herself standing in a pristine white corridor, her first thought was that she was dreaming.

Am I asleep? Wasn’t I clearly talking to Chang Yuncheng?

Qi Yue stood dazedly in the corridor. It seemed that in the blink of an eye, her surroundings became lively, with patients walking back and forth and busy nurses, all of whom ignored her existence.

Qi Yue was no longer panicked. She was dreaming. She couldn’t help but exhale and look up at the corridor.

This was the first floor, the registration and pharmacy area—the busiest and most chaotic place.

Qi Yue slowly walked over.

“Doctor Qi, off work?” a passing nurse smiled and greeted her.

Qi Yue responded instinctively with a smile.

The nurse had already walked away.

Can’t see me?

Qi Yue looked at her retreating figure. It’s a dream, after all.

“Little Qi, Little Qi,” someone called her from the side, then a hand rested on her shoulder.

Qi Yue was startled by this suddenly real increase in pressure.

A woman a few years older than her was supporting her with one hand while adjusting her shoe with the other.

“…These new shoes don’t fit well, I put on a bandage…” She finished adjusting her shoe, didn’t remove her hand, and looked at Qi Yue with a smile.

“Sister Zhang, you’re on day shift today?” Qi Yue slowly asked.

“Yes, an old classmate brought a relative, so I have to take care of them,” Sister Zhang said while linking arms with her. “Come, let’s go eat…”

Such a realistic dream. Qi Yue couldn’t help but be pulled along by her.

Thinking about this, she laughed again. When did returning to modern times become a dream while being in ancient times became reality?

Qi Yue suddenly stopped.

“What’s wrong?” Sister Zhang asked in confusion.

Qi Yue stepped back two steps, looking at the door sign.

Western Medicine Pharmacy…

Penicillin… penicillin… could such a realistic dream… take some back?

This absurd thought flashed through her mind, and Qi Yue could no longer control herself. She pushed Sister Zhang aside and knocked on the pharmacy door.

“Doctor Qi?” Before the person opening the door could ask, Qi Yue had already rushed in.

Qi Yue rushed directly to the shelves and began searching.

Penicillin… penicillin…

Found it!

Qi Yue looked down and saw she was wearing a white coat. She immediately took it off and swept all the penicillin into it…

“Doctor Qi, what are you doing?” Countless voices sounded behind her, and someone came to pull her.

“Don’t pull me, don’t pull me. Deduct the money from my salary,” Qi Yue shouted while hugging the bundle of medicine and running outside.

Behind her, there was chaotic talking.

Qi Yue couldn’t be bothered to listen. She ran out, clutching those medicines tightly.

Wake up, wake up, wake up quickly…

She felt herself running in the corridor, seemingly unable to reach the end no matter how she ran, then she collided with someone, and everything in her arms scattered.

She couldn’t be bothered to apologize and hurried to pick things up.

“This is from our Chinese medicine pharmacy, don’t take it randomly…” a female voice said.

Qi Yue’s hands couldn’t help but stop. She looked up.

“Cui Xiu…” she murmured.

The woman in front of her smiled at her.

“Qi Yue, I have good news for you,” she said, her eyeliner-defined eyes even more charming. She shook a vial of injection. “Look, Chinese medicine injection. We got new stock.”

Qi Yue looked at her, finally controlling the urge to smash this woman’s face with the medicine in her hands.

“Then I wish you good luck, and may you never encounter adverse reactions!” she said, grabbing the scattered medicine on the ground.

“Don’t you have adverse reactions too?” Cui Xiu grabbed the clothes wrapped around the medicine and said loudly, “Writing reports to refute theories! You’re such a busybody! With that time, you might as well take care of your boyfriend…”

She smiled again at this point.

“Oh, right, he’s not your boyfriend anymore, he’s my boyfriend,” she smiled, shaking the medicine in her hand at Qi Yue. “Also, he’s the one who told me you were secretly writing reports. He said you worked very hard and even personally experimented and made it once…”

Qi Yue looked at her.

“He said you’re really stupid,” Cui Xiu smiled.

Qi Yue yanked the clothes back forcefully, but because she used too much force, she fell backward…

“Bastard!”

A hand supported her neck.

Qi Yue snapped alert and opened her eyes, looking up to see the pitch-black night sky with scattered stars.

“How did you fall asleep?” Chang Yuncheng asked, somewhat awkwardly withdrawing his hand that seemed about to lift her up. “You can even fall asleep sitting…”

Was it because she was too tired?

“Anyway, things are already like this. You should still sleep for a while…” he said hurriedly.

“I fell asleep?” Qi Yue said in a daze.

This woman had only said a few words before falling silent, her head drooping to her knees. He thought she didn’t want to talk to him, but she had actually fallen asleep…

Already this tired? It must be mental exhaustion…

Lonely…

“My medicine!” Qi Yue suddenly stood up and began searching around.

“What?” Chang Yuncheng asked in confusion.

The cold ground was so clean there wasn’t even a small stone. Where would there be medicine she had wrapped…

It’s a dream, how could it be possible…

Qi Yue laughed self-mockingly, shook her hands, then suddenly stopped.

“Medicine…” she murmured.

Before Chang Yuncheng could question again, this woman raised her voice again.

“Medicine!” she shouted, turning and running toward the courtyard, disappearing into the house in the blink of an eye.

Chang Yuncheng was left standing there, stunned for a moment.

“You’re saying to use… use… a syringe to inject the medicinal soup into the patient’s body?”

In the room, listening to Qi Yue’s words, Liu Pucheng looked shocked.

“Yes, although the medicines we use have antibacterial and anti-inflammatory effects, first, their efficacy indeed can’t compare to Western medicine, and second, because they’re taken orally, the effect is further weakened. If this continues, we can’t control the condition, so I think we must find a way to do intravenous injection,” Qi Yue said.

Under the lamplight, the surrounding disciples were all confused.

“Is it like what you used before, Master… to supplement body fluids?” Hu San asked. “Rapid fluid supplementation?”

“Right, that’s exactly what I mean,” Qi Yue said.

“Good,” Liu Pucheng nodded without hesitation.

A disciple beside them even brought the medicinal soup directly over.

“Madam, this is newly boiled medicinal soup. You can inject it,” he said.

Qi Yue smiled and shook her head.

“If we inject this directly, the patient will die immediately,” she said.

Everyone was even more confused.

“I need to purify it,” Qi Yue took a deep breath and said. “But I don’t know if I can succeed, and I don’t have much time left. Taking another step back, even if I manage to make it, I don’t know if it will actually work, because such medicine has great adverse reactions, so…”

“So we still have a way to try, right?” Liu Pucheng continued, looking at Qi Yue with a gentle but firm smile, his wrinkled face glowing with spirit.

Qi Yue looked at him and finally nodded.

“Yes,” she said with a smile. “That fellow named Wang has a few more chances of kneeling in the street.”