Qi Yue received the news just as she was getting up and washing in her room. Actually, she had already finished washing, but was deliberately pretending to wash in order to avoid eating at the same time as Chang Yuncheng.

The news came from Hu San, who through a combination of coaxing and deceiving, plus the fact that everyone in the mansion knew the Young Madam was a divine physician, when they heard it was about a doctor, they didn’t dare to delay carelessly and quickly passed the message inside.

When A’Ru heard that Liu Pucheng had been beaten, she was scared out of her wits and rushed in to tell Qi Yue.

Qi Yue was stunned on the spot upon hearing this.

“…Young Madam, don’t worry too much. That Hu San is prone to exaggeration, perhaps it’s not that serious…” A’Ru, seeing Qi Yue’s expression and fearing she might be frightened, hurriedly said more. Before she could finish speaking, she saw Qi Yue rush out.

Chang Yuncheng was coming out of the dining room when he saw that woman’s figure running away like a streak of smoke.

This woman… always had moments when she didn’t seem like a woman…

But what good legs she had…

He couldn’t help but bend his mouth slightly, but then it drooped again as he forcibly withdrew his gaze.

“Que Zhi, get clothes, get the large cloak…” A’Ru ran out in a panic holding a medicine bag, shouting loudly.

Que Zhi and the other maids first saw the Young Madam run out like she was on fire, then saw A’Ru running out frantically, and they all panicked too.

“A’Hao, A’Hao, get me money… however much there is, take it all…” A’Ru took the cloak that Que Zhi was hastily warming, and shouted again.

A’Hao rushed into the room, rummaged around, and grabbed a money pouch.

Chang Yuncheng’s expression became slightly grave.

What had happened? He couldn’t help but walk forward a few steps.

“What’s happened?” Seeing A’Ru about to run out the door, he finally asked loudly.

“Doctor Liu is in trouble,” A’Ru stopped and turned back to say. She looked at Chang Yuncheng, opened her mouth, thought of Qi Yue, and finally swallowed back the words “Prince, please accompany the Young Madam.”

That woman seemed calm, but had stubborn determination.

All she could have was this soul. Then let her do as she pleased. He shouldn’t give her unnecessary constraints – that wouldn’t be good for her. Being good to her meant letting her go as she wished.

A’Ru turned and ran out.

How could Chang Yuncheng not understand A’Ru’s meaning?

Even her maid wanted to draw a clear line with him?

In the future, she would never pay attention to him again…

Chang Yuncheng clenched his fists tightly, as if gripping his throat, unable to breathe…

“Isn’t this the Marquis’s mansion? Don’t we eat and use the best of everything? Isn’t your horse supposed to be a thousand-li steed? How is it running slower than a person walking?” Qi Yue said, sitting in the carriage.

A gentleman can be killed but not humiliated. The coachman cracked his whip and displayed his true horse-handling skills.

The horse shot out like it had broken free from its reins, charging out of the Marquis Dingxi’s mansion gate, frightening the gatekeepers who thought the horse had been spooked.

Hu San saw the runaway horse pulling a swaying carriage coming out and immediately knew it was Qi Yue. He stood up and waved.

The coachman’s skills were fully displayed today – he stopped when told to stop.

“Who did it?” Qi Yue asked directly.

“Medical treatment, hunters. Seven or eight people,” Hu San answered simply and concisely, hitting the key points.

Medical malpractice dispute?

Those disciples at the medicine shop with their thin arms and legs probably wouldn’t be enough for even one of them to practice on.

“Gatekeeper, I need to go out. Get me seventeen or eighteen guards,” Qi Yue said.

The gatekeepers were stunned for a moment. Of course, when the master’s family went out, they naturally needed guards to follow, but this Young Madam had never brought any when she went out…

They hurriedly responded and called for people.

“Bring weapons,” Qi Yue shouted again.

The gatekeepers stumbled. When chatting idly, they used to talk about so-and-so’s son from such-and-such family, how he acted tyrannically, always calling guards with weapons to fight. But that was all ancient history. Most of the princes, marquises, and earls from the founding era had earned their wealth following the High Ancestor Emperor in battle from horseback. The fathers had gained wealth but couldn’t change their temperament from years of warfare. Their sons had mostly grown up rough with their parents. When encountering problems, they weren’t even eloquent with words, so what they loved most was grabbing weapons and settling disputes with fists.

At that time, they heard that officials in the capital were most troubled by these noble sons fighting. But as the old generation passed away and the new generation was influenced by wealth and etiquette, with censors watching for faults among these noble families, the kind of fighting with weapons at the drop of a hat was almost never seen anymore. For the Marquis Dingxi’s mansion, it was something they had never seen.

The current Marquis was a refined man who had grown up pampered, wholeheartedly pursuing elegance. Fighting was such a crude thing that even saying it would insult his refinement. Although the Prince had a rough character, he was a lone hero who relied only on himself when fighting, disdaining to call for help. As for the other young masters, they were naturally taught to look up to the Marquis. Therefore, the gatekeepers and guards of Marquis Dingxi could only pass their idle time by telling stories about other families’ old affairs.

They never expected to hear such words in their lifetime, to participate in such an event…

Even more unexpected was that these words came from the Young Madam of the house.

The gatekeepers ran out tearfully to spread this good news…

Qianjin Hall was already in complete chaos.

The inside was blocked solid. Seven or eight burly men and four or five women had blocked Qianjin Hall. None of the disciples and shop assistants clamoring to report to the authorities could get out. If it weren’t for Hu San’s familiarity with being surrounded due to his family background, allowing him to slip out at the first opportunity, Qi Yue wouldn’t have known so quickly.

The outside was also packed with people. The entire street was so crowded it was like watching a theatrical performance, with not even water able to flow through.

“…This Qianjin Hall killed someone…”

“…A perfectly good person, they kept him overnight, and he died…”

“…They said it was treatment, but who knows how they treated him. They wouldn’t let family members in to see him while he stayed there. Who knows what they did inside…”

“…They cut away quite a bit of flesh…”

Wu Shan was providing commentary in the crowd. Getting sick meant encountering difficulties, and having such an experience on top of difficulties made everyone very sympathetic. People eat grains and nobody can guarantee they won’t get sick, so they love doctors deeply and therefore hate them deeply too.

“This kind of quack doctor deserves to be beaten…”

“…If we don’t teach him a lesson, he’ll harm more people…”

“Money-grubbing heartless doctors deserve to be beaten to death…”

However, there were quite a few expressing doubt.

“Doctor Liu isn’t like that…”

“Right, Doctor Liu is a good doctor…”

“Doctor Liu is a divine physician. I heard that when the prefect’s son was sick recently, others couldn’t cure him but Doctor Liu did…”

“Yes, yes, I heard about it. My relative works as a shop assistant at another medicine shop. He personally heard their doctor say so…”

Suddenly the situation was a bit off. Wu Shan got anxious.

“What do you understand? Even if Doctor Liu cured the prefect’s son, do you know how he was able to cure him?”

This was indeed a more attractive topic. Everyone asked questions.

“He had to cut open the belly,” Wu Shan said.

The crowd was in an uproar. This challenged their understanding. Even accidentally cutting yourself could hurt terribly – wouldn’t cutting open the belly mean certain death?

“You don’t understand. This isn’t impossible,” Wu Shan said with some mysterious profundity.

“So Doctor Liu can really perform abdominal surgery?” Everyone was even more surprised now, asking questions.

Seeing everyone’s instant surprised and worshipful expressions, Wu Shan cursed inwardly.

I’m not here to promote Qianjin Hall’s reputation!

“Abdominal surgery – can anyone just perform abdominal surgery?” he snorted. “That’s all practiced.”

Everyone made acknowledging sounds and became even more curious.

“How… how do you practice that?”

Wu Shan sneered.

“To perform abdominal surgery on people, naturally you practice on people…” he said.

The crowd was in an uproar.

“Could it be that this patient was locked up by Qianjin Hall and cut up?”

Someone asked loudly.

Wu Shan wanted to applaud and call them wise.

As this news spread, the outside onlookers immediately became one-sided.

“Beat him, beat this quack doctor!”

Hearing the commotion outside, the hearts of the disciples in Qianjin Hall grew cold.

Although it wasn’t rare for medicine shops or doctors to be troubled by patients, since Qianjin Hall opened, relying on Liu Pucheng’s skills and character, they had been smooth sailing and built a reputation among the townspeople. They never expected to encounter this day.

As the saying goes, if you often stand by the river, how can you not get your shoes wet? They weren’t immortals either. When treating patients, how could they guarantee everything would be cured? When encountering unreasonable patient families, there was nothing they could do – it was fate.

Which doctor or medicine shop owner hadn’t been beaten, scolded, or had their shop smashed… this was normal.

The disciples held their heads and waited for this moment to come.

“Move aside!”

Urgent hoofbeats and loud, steady shouting came from outside the door.

The crowd surrounding Qianjin Hall immediately became chaotic. When they saw the arriving group’s weapons and the Marquis’s mansion insignia, they became even more chaotic.

But the road was quickly cleared.

Seeing the arrivals, Wu Shan’s heart skipped a beat. He had heard that when treating the prefect’s son, it was at Marquis Dingxi’s mansion, and supposedly the Young Madam of Marquis Dingxi’s mansion had played a big role.

Quack doctors could be criminally charged. Besides, this Qianjin Hall couldn’t escape responsibility this time. Even if Marquis Dingxi’s mansion intervened, it couldn’t change public perception. Regardless of whether it could be suppressed or charges brought, the public would be convinced that Qianjin Hall had quack doctors, and that was enough.

Wu Shan snorted and retreated to the side with the crowd to watch coldly.

But this Liu Pucheng was something – he could actually establish connections with the Young Madam of Marquis Dingxi’s mansion…

He was thinking this when he saw over ten guards carrying sticks and clubs stop, followed by a horse-drawn carriage that also stopped as if spooked. A young woman jumped down, followed by another young woman…

Then the first young woman seemed rather delicate – after getting off the carriage, she nearly stumbled after taking just two steps, causing the onlookers to burst into low laughter.

“Young Madam,” A’Ru supported Qi Yue, looking at her with concern.

This carriage was going to kill her… Qi Yue suppressed the churning in her stomach, steadied herself, and walked straight toward Qianjin Hall’s entrance.

Four doors were blocked by four men facing inward, cursing enthusiastically.

“…Beating you quack doctor to death wouldn’t be wrong…”

“…You heartless quack doctor, one less of your kind means one less…”

This sentence reached Qi Yue’s ears, making her nose and throat burn. She looked left and right, then grabbed a club from a nearby guard’s hand.

The short, fat man was getting more and more unsatisfied with his cursing. He simply rolled up his sleeves, preparing to give these quack doctors a proper lesson. Just as he raised his hand, he heard wind behind him, followed by a dull pain in his shoulder and the muffled sound of a stick hitting.

The short, fat man cried out “Ouch!” and turned around.

“Which bastard…” he cursed. Before he could see clearly who the attacker was, another stick enlarged in front of his eyes. Fortunately, being a hunter by birth, he instinctively leaned back to dodge, and the stick only hit his shoulder.

His body also tumbled inside, and the door was cleared.

The commotion here made the chaotic noise in the hall stop as everyone looked over.

They saw a beautiful woman walking in, wearing a fine jacket and skirt with gold thread embroidery, holding a whistle stick in her hand that didn’t quite match her clothing.

Seeking medical treatment? Or… robbery?