Chang Yuncheng was the first to rush into the room, with Old Madam Xie following close behind.

Inside the room, Imperial Physician Zhou stood up from beside the bed and shook his head at everyone.

Chang Yuncheng dropped to his knees beside the bed with a thud.

“Then… Madam’s burial clothes are all prepared. Should we change them now…” a servant woman said unconsciously.

As soon as these words were spoken, Old Madam Xie, who was standing nearby, struck her with her walking stick.

Watching the servant woman fall to the ground, wanting to cry but not daring to, Concubine Zhou, who was standing behind the crowd, couldn’t help but pat her chest.

Fortunately, it wasn’t her who had spoken those words… though she had already been screaming that very sentence in her heart.

“Death! Death, even if she dies, we must exhaust all efforts before she dies!” Old Madam Xie muttered, gripping her walking stick tightly and striking it forcefully against the ground. “If the mountain won’t come to me, I’ll go to the mountain! Come, carry Madam. We’re going after her.”

Marquis Dingxi, the master of the household, was completely ignored as Old Madam Xie and Great Master Xie commanded the servants, creating chaos as they prepared to carry Madam Xie.

“Lord Marquis, disturbing Madam like this, how can this be good…” Concubine Zhou squeezed through the crowd to stand beside Marquis Dingxi, speaking with worried urgency while dabbing at her tears with a handkerchief. “If Madam were to… to breathe her last breath halfway there, or outside… that… that would be so improper!”

Marquis Dingxi stood there in a daze, watching the courtyard full of people in chaos.

Mother…

Why did you have to die earlier than this old lady of the Xie family…

“Lord Marquis.” Concubine Zhou shook his arm. “Qi Yueniang obviously harbors jealousy and resentment toward Madam. She won’t treat her. Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence that she went out for house calls… If we send her there… and get rejected, wouldn’t that be even more humiliating…”

Marquis Dingxi was shaken back to his senses.

He suddenly jerked his hand away.

“She’s not that kind of person!” he roared.

Concubine Zhou stumbled back several steps, caught off guard, looking at Marquis Dingxi with surprise.

She’s not that kind of person?

Why… why did they all believe she wasn’t that kind of person?!

Why couldn’t she be that kind of person?!

In Sanli Terrace Village, Qi Yue only felt her nose itching. She raised the back of her hand to rub it, and her hand came away covered in blood.

This was the most severe trauma she had witnessed since arriving here.

In the courtyard, the injured person lay on the ground. A plow blade had pierced his thigh, blood flowing like a river. No, this wasn’t even the most serious injury—the most serious was his chest.

A bamboo pole attached to the plow blade had pierced through the injured person’s chest.

The scene was extremely gruesome. The crowd gathered outside the courtyard gate continuously burst into cries.

They were terrified…

“Master, he can’t be saved, he can’t be saved…” Even several disciples couldn’t help but mutter.

“Shut up!” Qi Yue shouted. “When is it your turn to say someone can’t be saved!”

The disciples came to their senses and responded with some shame, continuing to busy themselves.

“Master, it’s no use—he’s lost too much blood,” one disciple called out, his hands and body also stained with blood.

Qi Yue bit her lower lip.

Massive blood loss—without blood replenishment, survival was absolutely impossible!

Blood transfusion! Blood transfusion! Blood transfusion!

She raised her head, her gaze falling on the melon vines in the courtyard.

“Pick pumpkin vines and wash them clean,” she shouted.

The disciples didn’t know what this was for, but in emergencies, following their master had become an instinct ingrained in their bones. One responded and rushed toward the pumpkin vines.

“Family members,” Qi Yue called out again.

The old and young huddled on the ground in the courtyard looked over in panic.

This was a woman with three children ranging from three to ten years old, and another old woman who had already fainted on the ground.

“I need blood. Your children are the most likely to be suitable, so I need their blood,” Qi Yue said.

The woman’s face turned deathly pale. She stretched out her arms to hold the three children tightly, looking at Qi Yue as if she were seeing a demon.

“No, no.” She shook her head and said in a trembling voice.

“No, don’t be afraid. Just a little bit—it won’t harm the children,” Qi Yue hurriedly explained.

The woman still held her children and shook her head with a terrified expression.

“Mine. Use mine,” the unconscious old woman awakened and heard this, crawling toward them. “Use mine. He’s my son. Use mine.”

Time was running out—there was no time left.

Qi Yue stopped trying to reason with the three of them and rushed directly to the old woman, kneeling on the ground for convenience.

“Syringe, infusion bottle,” she called out.

A disciple ran over carrying the medicine box.

Sterilization, needle insertion, blood drawing.

The crowd outside erupted in commotion again. Not just the women and children, but even the men turned pale with fright.

This… this was truly an unprecedented scene.

“The pumpkin vines are ready,” a disciple called from the other side.

Here, Qi Yue had drawn two syringes of blood, but really couldn’t draw any more. The old woman was so shocked that her entire body had stiffened, and Qi Yue was certain that if she continued drawing, the old woman would die of fright.

Previously, they would bring infusion sets for emergencies, but one of their three tubes had already broken, and the remaining two were more often used as drainage tubes and were no longer brought out, creating a crisis for emergency transfusions.

Fortunately, the pumpkin vines were similar in size and thickness to the tubes. She quickly connected the porcelain bottle filled with blood to the vine, attached the syringe needle, and hung it upside down.

This took only a few blinks of an eye, but Qi Yue felt as if she had lived a lifetime.

Blood dripped from the needle.

Qi Yue clenched her fist and let out a shout.

“Master, didn’t you say that mismatched blood types couldn’t be transfused? That it would be fatal?” Zhang Tong asked.

“Nothing is absolute,” Qi Yue said, inserting the needle into the patient’s vein while a disciple brought over a stand to hang the porcelain bottle.

Qi Yue looked up at the porcelain bottle—red could be faintly seen in the pumpkin vine tube.

“The history of blood transfusion… In the first three hundred years after blood transfusion was invented, without blood type compatibility, even without vascular compatibility, many lives were lost. But despite this, it ultimately saved many lives,” she sighed. “So, many times, treating illness is like gambling.”

Three hundred… three hundred years…

How had he never heard of this?

Could it be that Master’s master was truly a godlike figure?

These techniques must come from overseas immortal mountains, where naturally there was no knowledge of spring, summer, autumn, and winter.

Zhang Tong looked up at the blood transfusion device made from pumpkin vines, not knowing what expression to show…

Gods…

Only gods could think of such an incredible method.

Here, the disciples’ emergency anti-shock herbal medicine was also poured in, using needles and moxibustion—in short, all methods were employed. They forcibly pulled this man back from the gates of the King of Hell.

“Can you hear me speaking now?” Qi Yue shouted loudly, extending her hand toward the man. “I’m a doctor. Do you know what happened to you?”

The man’s unfocused eyes looked at her, and his lips moved slightly.

Good, there was a response!

“Listen to me. Don’t be afraid. I’m treating you now, and you’ll definitely get better,” Qi Yue said.

“…Don’t… don’t need to… I’m dying…” the man murmured.

This voice carried out, and everyone around cried out in amazement.

He was really saved! He was really still alive!

Of course, this didn’t mean the man was fine. In fact, he was still lying on his side on the ground, with the bamboo pole piercing through his front and back presenting a horrifying scene.

Qi Yue picked up scissors, supporting the bamboo pole with one hand while cutting the back portion with the other.

“Master, should we also cut the front part?” a disciple asked, already prepared.

Qi Yue shook her head.

“No need,” she said, raising her hand. “Quick, return to Qianjin Hall immediately for emergency chest exploration surgery.”

The disciples responded and began preparing the stretcher.

“No, no…” the woman who had been trembling on the ground suddenly screamed. “You, what are you doing…”

“His condition is very critical. We need to take him back to Qianjin Hall for surgery,” a disciple hurriedly explained.

The woman gasped, staring with wide eyes.

“Here. Here, no, you can’t leave,” she said in a trembling voice.

“This won’t work here—the surgical environment isn’t suitable,” Qi Yue loudly said. “Our Qianjin Hall, don’t worry, saves people.”

The old woman who had fainted from blood drawing woke up again. Hearing this, she crawled over and struck the woman.

“You cursed wretch, you want to watch my son die?” she cried and scolded, kowtowing toward Qi Yue. “Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, please save my son…”

Qi Yue nodded. They were about to lift the injured person onto the stretcher when the woman stumbled to her feet and lunged forward.

“No, no, you can’t take him away,” she cried out in panic, her voice frantic and her expression somewhat mad.

Seeing her rushing over, the disciples quickly protected the stretcher.

“Don’t move, don’t bump into him…”

“…Watch out for secondary injury!”

“Block her…”

The scene immediately became chaotic.

Had this woman gone mad from excessive grief? Qi Yue was anxious and stepped forward, taking a deep breath to explain to her, but the woman absolutely wouldn’t listen, just repeatedly saying that he couldn’t be taken away and had to stay here.

“Fellow villagers, please help us—we can’t delay any longer!” Qi Yue urgently called out to the surrounding onlookers.

The villagers outside looked at each other, and several women ran out.

“Can’t cause such trouble…”

“…If we delay further, this person will be gone…”

Everyone grabbed the woman and dragged her aside.

The woman struggled.

“He can’t be taken away,” the woman finally broke down crying. “He can’t be taken away, or he’ll have died for nothing…”

What? Everyone was confused by these words, thinking the woman was speaking nonsense from shock, so they didn’t pay attention and dragged her away with much effort.

Here, the disciples called out as they lifted the stretcher, but before they could take a step, there was another commotion outside with people and horses in chaos.

“Doctor, doctor, save us!” Four or five servants and attendants shouted at the top of their lungs.

They shouted all the way here, both to clear the path and to get timely directions.

Old Madam Xie sat outside the cart, striking her walking stick against the cart with a constant knocking sound.

“Shout, shout, shout loudly for me,” she called out hoarsely.

Another person needing rescue?

The crowd gathered outside the farmhouse gate scattered in panic to make way.

Qi Yue and the others were also stunned. Before they could react, they saw four or five people carrying someone rushing in.

“Doctor, doctor,” Imperial Physician Zhou took the lead, running faster than if it were his own mother or son, rushing to Qi Yue’s side. “Quick, save someone, quick save someone.”

He spoke while looking back, then froze, his excitement immediately dissipating.

Madam Xie on the door plank already had an ashen complexion with blue-tinged lips.

He stepped forward and felt for her pulse with one hand while checking her heart with the other.

“It’s over, it’s over, no heartbeat, no saving her, no saving her…” he muttered with a face full of regret. Now he wouldn’t get to see divine techniques.

Old Madam Xie, who had followed closely, went weak in the knees and was supported by Chang Yuncheng. Before she could speak, she saw Qi Yue stride over in a few steps.

“Acute laryngeal obstruction, difficulty breathing!” Qi Yue shouted at a glance, pushing aside the Imperial Physician who was still shaking his head and sighing. She positioned herself in front of Madam Xie, who was still being carried, and pulled Madam Xie’s head back with her hand. “Give me a needle!”

The disciples had already formed a conditioned reflex to her words. Without any consideration, as soon as they heard, someone immediately rushed over with a needle attached to a syringe.

Qi Yue reached out to take it, and without half a moment’s hesitation or pause, she thrust the bright, sharp needle directly into Madam Xie’s exposed throat.

Everyone around let out a piercing scream.

Today’s scenes had been so shocking one after another that finally some women couldn’t bear the stimulation and fainted with rolled-back eyes, while the men watching also started screaming like women.

So terrifying! So terrifying!