At noon, Qi Yue finally stepped through the main gate under the expectant gazes of everyone in the Xie residence.

This scene left Old Madam Xie and the others quite conflicted – they couldn’t understand how, in just one day and night, they had come to hope for this woman’s arrival.

This left Old Madam Xie and the others unsure how to speak to this woman. Welcome her? Plead with her? What a joke!

Fortunately, Zhao-ge’s wife took over all the talking, and Qi Yue had no intention of exchanging pleasantries with them either, avoiding any awkwardness.

“I only suspect it – I need to examine him properly to know for sure. I didn’t bring my medicine box either, but I’ve already sent someone back to get it. Don’t worry for now, let me take a look,” Qi Yue comforted Zhao-ge’s wife, who was crying like a person made of tears, and walked straight into the inner room.

In the inner chamber, two or three servant women were weeping while watching over the child.

Seeing them cry like this, everyone’s hearts immediately plummeted into an ice cave.

Was it already too late…

Zhao-ge’s wife’s legs gave way and she collapsed to the floor, unable even to cry.

Qi Yue stepped forward quickly.

“…His body temperature is so low,” she murmured while examining him systematically. “Give me a lamp.”

It was already broad daylight – what did she need a lamp for…

Everyone in the room stood there stupefied, no one moving.

Chang Yuncheng picked up a lamp, lit it, and handed it over.

How to use this kind of lamp… Qi Yue frowned, looked around, and lowered the bed curtains.

The bed immediately darkened. Qi Yue took the lamp in one hand, holding it close to the infant, while using her other hand to lift the baby’s eyelids.

“…Bilateral pupils unequal in size, increased intracranial pressure… light reflex still present…” she murmured. “Don’t know what the blood pressure is… but it certainly can’t be high…”

She pondered for a moment and pulled back the curtains.

“It’s fine, he’s still alive, there’s still a chance,” she said.

This statement made everyone in the room breathe a sigh of relief, and Zhao-ge’s wife caught her breath and began to cry.

“What illness does this child actually have? There was nothing else wrong, just diarrhea – how could it become this serious?” the eldest master asked loudly.

Meanwhile, Old Physician An sat in his chair, looking at his son, Young Physician An, before him.

“That’s right, according to what you’ve described, this is indeed pediatric convulsive syndrome,” he said slowly.

“But it was clearly diarrhea – how did it become convulsive syndrome?” Young Physician An looked completely puzzled. “Did I misdiagnose?”

Old Physician An’s expression was grim.

“No, don’t overthink it. This type of symptom is inherently easy to confuse. It’s normal for someone who hasn’t seen this condition before to be unable to recognize it,” he said with a sigh.

“Then Father, the people from the Xie residence are still waiting. You…” Young Physician An asked.

Old Physician An sighed.

“Go tell them that doctors do not treat those destined to die. I am powerless against this condition,” he said, waving his hand.

Young Physician An acknowledged and withdrew.

The door closed, and Old Physician An sat motionless in his chair as if in meditation.

“Another case of convulsive syndrome…”

After a long while, a melancholy sigh echoed in the room, then it fell silent again.

“…Patient showing inhibitory symptoms, drowsiness, coma, decreased muscle tone…” Qi Yue murmured. “…Various reflexes weakened… anterior fontanelle bulging, suspected subarachnoid hemorrhage… but without CT, cannot confirm specific bleeding location or amount… also don’t know what caused it…”

This string of words was completely incomprehensible to everyone in the room. They just watched Qi Yue’s grave expression and felt their hearts sink.

“Sister-in-law…” Zhao-ge’s wife choked out.

“Based on current symptoms, I can confirm it should be intracranial hemorrhage,” Qi Yue took a deep breath and looked at the family.

The family stared at her with wide eyes, completely bewildered.

“That is to say, inside the child’s head…” Qi Yue pointed to her own head, explaining simply, “there’s bleeding…”

This statement caused an uproar in the room. Bleeding was a serious matter to them, let alone inside the head!

Zhao-ge’s wife immediately burst into tears.

“Young Mistress, Young Mistress, please save Hao-ge’er,” she knelt down and hugged Qi Yue’s legs.

Qi Yue quickly reached out to pull her up.

“Get up quickly. This condition strikes fiercely – you need to go find a doctor immediately!” she said loudly.

At these words, everyone in the room was stunned.

So she had identified the condition and named the disease, just one step away from treatment, yet she was saying she couldn’t do it and to find someone else.

What kind of logic was this?

Everyone thought they had misheard.

“Hurry up and find a doctor to prescribe targeted medication,” Qi Yue urged again.

They hadn’t misheard…

“What do you mean?” Old Madam Xie struck her cane and demanded.

Qi Yue was startled by her shout.

“I don’t mean anything,” she said, then suddenly understood. “This – I can diagnose the condition, but I don’t know how to prescribe medicine. I can give this child emergency treatment now, but you need to hurry and find a doctor to prescribe medication.”

“Young Mistress, you don’t know how to prescribe medicine?” Zhao-ge asked in surprise.

How was this possible?

“That’s right, I don’t know how to prescribe medicine,” Qi Yue didn’t know how to explain, so she admitted directly. “What I originally learned was only diagnosis. I can recognize conditions, but I don’t know how to prescribe medicine.”

Old Madam Xie stared intently at her eyes, trying to find a trace of cunning or deception, but ultimately found none.

This woman’s expression was candid, her gaze pure.

“Quickly go get Physician An!” Old Madam Xie turned and shouted.

The servants immediately scattered in confusion.

Good, they were fetching a doctor. So what should be done now?

Qi Yue stood by the bed, her mind recalling the measures modern hospitals took for this type of condition.

“Stop bleeding… oxygen… blood transfusion… reduce intracranial pressure…” she murmured, her mind rapidly running through those familiar procedures.

But now she wasn’t in modern times, she had nothing – what could she do?

“All unnecessary personnel immediately leave the room, keep the air circulating,” Qi Yue raised her hand and called out, while grabbing a pillow from the bed, gently supporting the infant’s head, and carefully positioning him in a right lateral decubitus position.

Others in the room had already withdrawn, but Old Madam Xie, the eldest aunt, and Zhao-ge’s wife all stood there, staring at Qi Yue’s every move – actions they had never seen before…

“Bring braziers, warm up the room,” Qi Yue said again.

Old Madam Xie gave the order again.

Soon several braziers were brought in, and the room immediately warmed up.

“Still not enough, still not enough,” Qi Yue called out.

“Go find more, go find more,” Zhao-ge’s wife shouted loudly, once again grabbing Qi Yue’s hand as if grasping the last thread of hope. “Young Mistress, please, please save him. He was just born, hasn’t even opened his eyes properly yet…”

“I’ll do my best, I’ll do my best,” Qi Yue said, patting Zhao-ge’s wife’s hand. “Now it depends on the doctor…”

As soon as she finished speaking, they heard commotion outside.

“Mother, Old Physician An has returned,” Zhao-ge ran in and announced.

Old Madam Xie and the eldest aunt immediately beamed with joy.

“Quickly, have you invited him?” the eldest aunt couldn’t wait for her mother-in-law and asked first.

“No,” Zhao-ge said hoarsely.

Only then did the eldest aunt notice her son’s face was nearly in tears.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, puzzled.

“Old Physician An said, said he cannot save him, this condition he cannot treat…” Zhao-ge was almost crying as he spoke.

Old Madam Xie and the eldest aunt were immediately stunned.

Qi Yue was also greatly shocked.

The doctor actually refused to come? Then what should they do? What should she do?

“Go find other doctors!” she said urgently. “Quickly, quickly, this condition cannot be delayed!”

Old Madam Xie and the eldest aunt were both shocked into stupor by the news that Old Physician An refused to treat the patient.

For them, Old Physician An’s word was the final judgment.

If he refused to treat, that meant the child was beyond help…

Old Madam Xie swayed and collapsed into her chair.

The room fell into chaos again.

Qi Yue was left aside, completely ignored.

“Hey, don’t be like this! He can still be saved! Quickly go find a doctor. Without this Old Physician An, there are other doctors!” she shouted.

Zhao-ge’s wife was actually more composed than these two elders at this moment.

“Yes, go invite all the doctors on this street, bring them all to me,” she said loudly.

The people in the room stared at her blankly for a moment.

“Since my son isn’t dead yet and can still be saved, I will save him. Even if everyone else gives up, I won’t give up, as long as he still has a breath,” Zhao-ge’s wife straightened her back and murmured.

“Quickly go invite all the good doctors in the city,” Zhao-ge stood up and commanded loudly.

The servants responded loudly and ran out.

As evening approached, torches were lit in the courtyard of the Xie family’s young mistress, crackling and burning as they illuminated the busy figures coming and going.

“Oxygen, oxygen, oxygen…” Qi Yue murmured, bending down to place her mouth over the infant’s mouth and beginning artificial respiration. She continuously inhaled, exhaled, inhaled, exhaled. Her face became sallow from oxygen deprivation, but she still repeated this action without stopping.

This time she had no thermometer, no blood pressure monitor, no stethoscope, no Professor Liu Pucheng standing behind her as support, no A’Ru to assist with nursing. Besides her past experience, she had nothing.

She knew the body temperature was very low, but didn’t know how low. She knew the heart rate must be very fast, but didn’t know exactly how fast…

“The splints are here…” someone shouted from outside the door, entering with a strange wooden board.

Qi Yue quickly stood up, but her vision went black from oxygen deprivation.

A pair of hands timely supported her.

Qi Yue closed her eyes and took a few breaths before opening them.

“How are you? Are you alright?” Chang Yuncheng’s voice whispered in her ear.

“I’m fine,” Qi Yue opened her eyes and smiled at him.

Chang Yuncheng nodded and helped her take the wooden board.

Qi Yue carefully secured two small splints around the infant’s head, then turned around.

“How is it? Has everyone figured out how to prescribe medicine?” she asked.

Seven or eight doctors stood in the room, some with heads bowed in thought, some conversing in low voices, but most were curiously watching Qi Yue’s actions.

Mouth-to-mouth breathing?

Strange wooden boards clamped around the infant’s head?

Several doctors raised their hands to wipe sweat from their foreheads – this sweat was partly from worry over the condition, and partly because the room was too hot, like a steamer.

The room temperature was very high, with braziers placed on the floor and bed. Anyone entering would feel the oppressive heat, while Qi Yue and others who had been there the whole time had their clothes soaked through.

“Young Mistress Qi, this condition is indeed…” an elderly doctor finally spoke, “really difficult to treat.”

Once he spoke, the others all nodded in agreement.

“Why not invite Old Physician An to examine him? He was once the director of the Imperial Medical Academy, he must have a solution,” another slightly younger doctor said. “We, we have shallow skills…”

Old Physician An again…

Being so revered, Qi Yue also wanted to invite him. Now without Liu Pucheng by her side, she naturally wanted to find the most skilled doctor. It was just that so many people mentioned Old Physician An…

But the problem was, he refused to treat!

This was really… completely at a loss!