Qi Yue felt somewhat embarrassed being watched by so many enthusiastic gazes. Fortunately, these people were in awe of her status and didn’t dare approach her.

Several disciples personally led the way to bring her inside.

“Is the teacher well? Has he rested properly?” Qi Yue asked while looking at the people waiting in line.

Walking into the hall, there were even more people, with even those collecting medicine crowding around the counter.

One could see how powerful the advertising effect was.

“He has rested. Senior Brother is receiving patients, and Master is watching from the side,” the disciples replied.

Seeing their group enter, those unfamiliar patients waiting for consultation showed displeasure.

“Another queue-jumper”

“These rich people are so annoying”

“Several groups have already cut in line today. I’m afraid I won’t be able to see Dr. Liu today…”

Qi Yue just smiled upon hearing this.

“I’ll just take a look at the teacher and leave,” she said. “Don’t delay his time.”

Liu Pucheng had already heard the news and came out, his arm still in a splint, hanging around his neck, looking quite comical.

“Lord, Young Madam,” he respectfully bowed and personally led them into the room.

Because Chang Yuncheng was present, the atmosphere was somewhat serious. Qi Yue personally examined Liu Pucheng’s injury before feeling relieved.

“Your arm is injured, so you can’t perform some minor surgeries. Call me over,” she said. “It’s a perfect opportunity to practice with my teacher.”

Because Chang Yuncheng was there, Liu Pucheng smiled and repeatedly said he wouldn’t dare.

While they were talking, a loud voice could be heard from outside calling for Master.

Then Hu San came in carrying a large box.

“Master,” he happily rushed toward Qi Yue.

Liu Pucheng coughed from the side.

“Lord,” only then did Hu San notice Chang Yuncheng and hurriedly bowed respectfully.

“What is it?” Qi Yue asked with a smile, pointing to the box in his arms.

Hu San showed no restraint whatsoever, happily placing the box on the table.

“Master, your needles, scissors, and forceps have all been forged. Please see if they’re acceptable,” he said while opening the box.

Qi Yue quickly stood up to look, and A’Ru naturally followed. Liu Pucheng also wanted to see, but remembering there was Chang Yuncheng in the room who couldn’t be left aside, he forcibly restrained himself from moving.

“Excellent, excellent,” Qi Yue carefully picked up each item one by one, her face full of admiration and amazement. “No wonder they say in ancient times—”

She coughed heavily twice.

“Master, what’s wrong?” Hu San immediately asked with concern.

Chang Yuncheng glanced over here, his gaze briefly sweeping over Hu San.

“Nothing, nothing.” Qi Yue swallowed the words she shouldn’t have said and smiled at him. “What truly skilled craftsmen, excellent work!”

At the same time, she noticed Hu San’s eyes were also red.

“You’ve also stayed up for several days. Take turns with others to rest,” Qi Yue said.

“I know, Master.” Hu San grinned. “I was planning to rest, but I wasn’t comfortable letting others handle these needles and knives—”

Chang Yuncheng lifted his teacup to his mouth before realizing… he didn’t drink tea outside, let alone the inferior tea of this medical hall…

“Distribute these to everyone. When everyone has time, we’ll practice suturing,” Qi Yue smiled, putting down those needles and knives.

This time Liu Pucheng couldn’t care about host etiquette and hurried over.

“We have time anytime. It depends on your schedule, Young Madam,” he said.

“Good, everyone can take turns. One shift attends class, another shift works. It might be a bit tiring though,” Qi Yue smiled.

“Master, being able to learn more things is something we could only dream of. Who would be afraid of being tired?” Hu San shouted. “Speaking of tired, it’s you who’s tired, Master.”

Really… look at that bootlicking appearance…

Chang Yuncheng glanced at Hu San again. Who was this person? He seemed somewhat familiar…

“Go distribute these to everyone, and tell them to prepare and divide into shifts,” Liu Pucheng said.

Hu San agreed but still didn’t leave.

“Master, you should also rest for a few more days, otherwise this disciple will also worry—” he continued.

Chang Yuncheng felt his throat itching, and someone coughed for him.

“Get out,” A’Ru glared at Hu San.

Hu San was still quite afraid of her and hurriedly picked up the items and left.

“Teacher, you should get busy. I’m fine,” Qi Yue said.

She had originally come out to avoid Chang Yuncheng, but now that Chang Yuncheng was following along, there was no need for that. Instead, it caused some trouble for Liu Pucheng.

Liu Pucheng nodded and personally escorted them out. Just as they reached the main hall, they heard commotion from inside.

Although the hunter incident had been resolved, it still left shadows in their hearts. Hearing the commotion, everyone’s faces changed slightly, and they hurriedly walked out to see, only to be stunned.

Four or five richly dressed young masters were crowding around the counter, their servants driving away the people in line.

“Get lost, you poor folks. Our young masters were here first…”

These wealthy and powerful people couldn’t be provoked but could be avoided. Despite their faces full of resentment, everyone still stepped aside.

“Which one is the doctor? Come examine this young master…”

“These medicines are all for sale, right? Come, come, I’ll take some medicine—”

These four or five young masters were laughing and making noise chaotically.

The assistants at the counter were at a loss.

“Young Master, what medicine do you actually want?” they asked stammering.

“Doesn’t matter what, here’s money. Just take whatever you see,” several people rattled money pouches onto the counter, and from the sound, it was definitely substantial.

How could anyone take medicine like this?

The assistants were all dumbfounded. Qi Yue and Liu Pucheng were also stunned. This kind of troublemaking was quite rare…

“But, but—” the assistants didn’t know what to say.

“Enough, just pick whatever and dispense it,” a young master stood up from the side and said.

He had been sitting in a corner the whole time, and with all the commotion, no one had noticed until he stood up.

Seeing this young man, Qi Yue and the others were all stunned.

“Young Master Huang?” she couldn’t help but say.

“This is the money your young master had them win by betting on your Qianjin Hall’s victory. Naturally, it should be spent here,” Huang Ziqiao didn’t look this way but only said loudly to the people at the counter. “It’s fine, take it and dispense medicine.”

The others immediately laughed along.

“Yes, yes, Young Master Huang has such keen insight. This is the first time I’ve won this much money…”

“…So Young Master Huang is the real gambling god…”

“Those fools who secretly withdrew their bets later must be regretting it deeply…”

Everyone chattered noisily.

“Of course, just look at who it is. Anyone who wouldn’t bet on Miss Qi’s victory is really a fool,” Huang Ziqiao snorted, while reaching out to pat his chest and abdomen. The servants beside him hurriedly protected him carefully. “Young Master, my belly was personally cut open and sewn back up by Miss Qi, and I’m perfectly fine. Just someone with an injured leg, and they’re talking about life and death – such a trivial matter, yet they opened betting on it. Isn’t this obviously giving everyone free money to spend? Anyone who doesn’t take this kind of delivered money deserves to be struck by lightning.”

Hearing his words, everyone in the hall suddenly understood.

The matter of the Young Madam of Marquis Dingxi’s residence performing surgery to cure the magistrate’s son was something some people had heard about. Even if they hadn’t heard before, through this betting and treatment opportunity, all matters concerning the Young Madam had been brought to light, and now everyone knew.

Such dangerous surgery as opening the abdomen only existed in everyone’s imagination, but now they were actually seeing the real person. The hall immediately erupted, and regardless of status, everyone looked at this magistrate’s son in a chaotic manner, as if he were a curiosity.

He’s alive…

Qi Yue watched and watched, her surprise and bewilderment disappearing, replaced by warmth in her heart.

This child…

Perhaps it was because staying up late had hurt her eyes, but she couldn’t help feeling like she wanted to cry.

So she wasn’t alone…

So there were people outside cheering for her like this…

“Hey, stop patting. If you rupture the wound, it’ll have to be sewn up again,” she raised her voice.

Huang Ziqiao was about to raise his hand to pat his belly again when he heard this and couldn’t help but shiver.

“Who’s cursing this young master…” he said angrily, turning to look in the direction of the voice. He saw Qi Yue standing there with a smile, couldn’t help but freeze, then his face turned red, and he actually remained rooted to the spot.

“Young Master, what’s wrong with you?” The servants, who were already trembling with fear, were almost scared out of their wits. “Why is your face like that? Why are your eyes fixed? Doctor, doctor, someone come quickly…”

Huang Ziqiao, both embarrassed and annoyed, slapped this servant who was shouting hysterically aside.

The remaining people also looked over curiously. They didn’t recognize Qi Yue, but they all recognized Chang Yuncheng, and immediately showed joy followed by alarm.

“Lord, are you also here to see—” one person began to greet him respectfully, but felt it was inappropriate to greet him in this medical hall setting, “see the excitement?”

Chang Yuncheng gave a faint “mm,” which counted as returning the greeting.

The originally lively hall became quiet.

“What’s this nonsense? Don’t interfere with people’s normal business if you have nothing to do,” Chang Yuncheng said, his gaze sweeping over these people.

“Yes, yes,” these people hurriedly said, cupping their hands. “We’ll take our leave now.”

With that, they squeezed toward the exit.

Huang Ziqiao naturally followed along.

“Young Master Huang,” Qi Yue called out.

Huang Ziqiao’s steps stopped, and he turned around somewhat stiffly and unnaturally.

“Since you’re here, it’s time for a follow-up examination. Let Dr. Liu take a look,” Qi Yue smiled.

Huang Ziqiao snorted.

“This young master doesn’t have time for follow-up examinations. The consultation fee has been paid, so make house calls,” he said roughly, then walked away as if his feet didn’t touch the ground.

The servants hurriedly bowed to Chang Yuncheng and Qi Yue before following him out.

Qi Yue smiled with pursed lips.

Liu Pucheng was also smiling.

“Miss Qi, you can rest assured. As I said, justice lies in people’s hearts. There’s nothing to worry about,” he said.

Qi Yue nodded.

“Yes, teacher, I understand,” she said. “I take back what I said about the hunter’s family.”

Liu Pucheng nodded and smiled with some relief.

On the way back, A’Ru sat outside the carriage and told Qi Yue about the citywide betting that she had learned from Hu San.

“Wow, if I had known, I would have placed a bet too, betting on myself. Wouldn’t I have made a fortune?” Qi Yue laughed heartily, then thought of something. “A’Ru, when you go back, pick something suitable from the storeroom and send it to the magistrate’s residence. It’s my gift of thanks to Young Master Huang for supporting me.”

A’Ru agreed.

Being blocked at the door by her own family with divorce papers, while outsiders were waving flags and cheering for her – this feeling probably wasn’t pleasant.

Chang Yuncheng lowered his gaze. He still didn’t speak much, just sat quietly with a calm expression that revealed neither joy nor anger.

The carriage returned to silence, racing through the streets with guards protecting both sides, while pedestrians on the road made way.

People dodging on the roadside collided with each other in their haste.

“Ouch, my foot, my foot, my new shoes,” the person cried out.

The one who bumped into him quickly apologized, but looking back, couldn’t help but spit.

“Ugh, Coffin Boy, how unlucky!” he said, quickly stepping away.

Coffin Boy curled his lip, dusted off his new clothes, and stomped his new shoes.

“Coffin Boy, I heard you won big money?” a young shop assistant nearby smiled at him. “Look at you dressed up like a bridegroom.”

Coffin Boy grinned at him.

“Yeah, my luck has really turned,” he said, putting his hands in his pockets and thinking of something, turning back to look. “Marquis Dingxi’s residence—”

The luxurious carriage surrounded by guards had already gone far down the street.

“That Marquis’s Young Madam who bet on saving someone? The woman who can perform abdominal surgery?” he murmured, with some curiosity looking once more at the distant carriage.

Was there really such a woman? What kind of woman was she? But what did it have to do with him anyway?

Coffin Boy shook his head with a smile and walked slowly along the dark winter wall corner—

Author’s Note: I’ve been emotionally off lately, feeling lazy and lacking energy. I’m working hard to adjust and hope to resume double updates soon.