When morning light shone into the room, Qi Yue and the doctors were taking turns eating.

“Are you stupid? What are you doing sitting guard here?” Qi Yue said to Chang Yuncheng sitting across from her while hurriedly eating.

Her mouth was full of rice, and grains spilled out as she spoke.

Chang Yuncheng put down his chopsticks and frowned at her.

“What kind of manners is that! Swallow before speaking,” he scolded in a low voice.

Qi Yue pursed her lips and swallowed.

“Stop adding to the chaos here. Go find a place to rest, or keep your grandmother company and talk with her,” she said.

Chang Yuncheng handed over a soup bowl, seemingly not hearing her words.

Qi Yue suddenly felt a bit embarrassed to take it.

“I’m finished eating,” she said, putting down her chopsticks.

“How can you eat so fast?” Chang Yuncheng frowned.

Back when work was busy, she used to eat instant noodles before they were even properly cooked – now that was eating fast.

Qi Yue smiled and said it was fine, then hurried out of this room. Before leaving, she stopped at the door.

“Don’t stay here,” she said once more.

Chang Yuncheng turned to look at her.

“Are you concerned about me?” he asked.

“Of course I’m concerned about you,” Qi Yue immediately replied, snorting. “I’m still counting on you to carry me out of here if I can’t cure him and get attacked by your grandmother’s family.”

After saying this, she lifted the curtain and hurried away.

“This damned woman…” Chang Yuncheng said in a low voice, but this time he didn’t scowl. Instead, he smiled. At first it was just a slight curve of his lips, but he found this smile couldn’t be stopped. The smile seemed to brew from deep in his heart, overflowing uncontrollably. In the end, he could only avoid grinning by taking large mouthfuls of food.

The doctors here also only ate briefly before coming over.

Some were deep in thought, some were writing prescriptions, but most stood beside Qi Yue.

“For this type of condition, the key is to stop bleeding, reduce intracranial pressure, and prevent edema,” Qi Yue said while reviewing the records from the past day and night. “I can only point you in this direction, but the specific medication is up to you.”

Recognizing conditions but not knowing how to prescribe medicine was indeed strange, but now wasn’t the time to consider this. The doctors nodded and continued their consultation and medication research.

“Young Mistress, Young Mistress,” came a familiar female voice from outside.

Qi Yue’s face immediately lit up with joy.

“A’Ru,” she called out.

“Young Mistress, I’ll disinfect and change clothes first,” A’Ru said from outside, and footsteps could be heard going to the side.

Excellent, finally a helper had arrived. Qi Yue breathed a sigh of relief and clenched her fists.

When evening fell again, torches crackled and burned in the courtyard, and people in the room remained busy.

“Thirty-six point three degrees…” A’Ru reported the temperature once more while recording it.

“Heart rate normal, no murmurs…” Qi Yue put away the stethoscope and once again bent down to perform artificial respiration on the infant.

After checking all the data, Qi Yue briefed the doctors on the patient’s condition for discussion. After hearing her analysis, the doctors performed their own examination using observation, listening, questioning, and pulse-taking, then readjusted the prescription.

“Add and subtract gastrodia, uncaria, rehmannia, polygonatum…” one of the doctors said, looking at the others. “What do you all think?”

Everyone pondered for a moment, and most nodded.

“Good, prepare the medicine,” this doctor picked up his brush to write the prescription.

Old Madam Xie had finally been persuaded to go to a room, but it was this room, not her own.

“A maid came? To deliver the medicine box?” she asked.

Zhao-ge quickly nodded.

“That’s her… assistant,” Chang Yuncheng explained.

Assistant? What did that mean?

The people in the room were puzzled.

“She’s already taking disciples,” the eldest master, being well-informed, finally explained to everyone while nodding. “To be able to take disciples at such a young age shows she’s truly formidable.”

“Whether she’s formidable or not, we’ll only know after she cures the patient,” the second master said, glancing at Old Madam Xie somewhat flatteringly.

Old Madam Xie glared at him.

“Just by daring to take this on so boldly, she’s already very formidable,” she said slowly.

The second master’s flattery had backfired. He coughed awkwardly and stepped aside.

“She’s always been bold,” Chang Yuncheng said with a slight smile.

Everyone in the room looked at him. They were all shrewd people – if they couldn’t see Chang Yuncheng’s satisfaction with his wife, they’d truly be fools.

How strange. Hadn’t he clearly disliked this beggar wife?

Old Madam Xie naturally understood as well. She glanced at Chang Yuncheng with a complex expression, seeming about to say something but ultimately didn’t.

“Is your mother still at the An residence?” she turned to ask Zhao-ge.

Zhao-ge nodded.

“We invited her back, but mother just won’t come…” he said, both helpless and moved. “Physician An said to let her stay there for peace of mind, and they’ll take good care of her.”

Old Madam Xie nodded and said nothing more.

The room fell quiet again, everyone’s gaze unconsciously turning toward outside, ears perked up, hoping to hear the good news they had once thought hopeless.

The night seemed to pass in the blink of an eye.

The torches that had burned all night appeared much dimmer in the morning light.

A maid leaning against a pillar and dozing accidentally bumped her head.

“Mama, don’t hit me, I won’t do it again,” she instinctively covered her head while still closing her eyes.

Opening her eyes, she found no one in front of her.

The little maid felt the joy of escaping disaster and grinned while rubbing her nose and standing properly.

Just then, a shout came from inside the room.

“Young Mistress, the temperature has risen! The temperature has risen!”

A’Ru shouted this with tears almost coming out.

“Really? Let me see,” Qi Yue rushed over from the other side and took the thermometer from A’Ru’s trembling hands.

The three doctors on duty shook their heads, and one of them reached out to feel the infant’s body himself.

Couldn’t they tell the… temperature just as well this way? Was that thing just used for this? Such an exquisite object – who knew what precious stone or crystal it was made of…

Carefully feeling the infant’s gradually warming body, the doctors couldn’t help but exhale, all feeling their hearts racing. Had they… had they really done it?

Was it really possible? Could they really cure a condition that Old Physician An said was incurable?

The doctors who were supposed to be resting in the outer room hadn’t really slept soundly. Hearing this, they all rushed in.

“Shh, shh,” the doctors on duty quickly waved at them. “Keep the air… air flowing… don’t crowd…”

After two days together, they could now casually use the incomprehensible terms this woman used.

“The situation has improved greatly,” Qi Yue removed the stethoscope, looked at the numbers on the blood pressure monitor, and finally raised her head to address the expectant doctors.

Clearly this woman seemed to have done nothing, yet everyone felt that only her words constituted the final verdict.

Such a strange feeling…

With her words, some doctors couldn’t help but clench their fists in joy, while the more composed ones, though not making small gestures, couldn’t hide their excitement in their eyes.

The eldest aunt of the Xie family sat in the An family’s reception hall, leaning against a cushion with a blanket over her legs and her hand propping up her head, drowsily nodding off before waking up. She moved her body slightly, and the maid beside her was almost in tears.

“Madam, let’s go back. If you exhaust yourself, what will we do?” two maids pleaded while hugging her legs.

The eldest aunt sat up straight.

“I’m not going back,” she said decisively. “I’ve sat here this long, I don’t believe…”

With these words, a trembling voice came from outside.

“…Madam… Madam… there’s news… from home…” a servant stumbled in.

The eldest aunt shot to her feet.

News from home…

Had Hao-ge’er… passed away…

The eldest aunt pressed her hand to her chest. The exhaustion from the day and night had taken its toll, and she couldn’t catch her breath.

The servant hadn’t finished speaking when he saw the madam faint in her chair, and immediately began wailing.

There were benefits to staying at the An residence – the eldest aunt was quickly revived.

“My poor Hao-ge…” she gasped and cried before even opening her eyes.

Knowing this moment would come, Young Physician An sighed.

“Madam, please accept my condolences…” he said gravely.

Before he finished speaking, the servant who had nearly frightened the madam to death and was still kneeling on the ground hurriedly spoke up.

“No, no, Madam, the young master is fine…” he shouted loudly. “The young master has awakened…”

The eldest aunt’s wailing took a sharp turn, and she nearly couldn’t catch her breath again.

“What… what did you say?” she suddenly sat up and stared at the servant.

Young Physician An was also stunned, staring blankly at the servant.

“The young master is fine, the young master woke up. Old Madam asks you to come quickly…” the servant raised his voice again. Before he could say “home,” he saw his madam push herself up from the ground, needing no help from the maids, and stride out quickly.

“…home…” the servant finished the remaining word, seeing that all the maids had followed out. He too quickly got up, holding his cap, and ran out to catch up.

The group disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Young Physician An maintained his bent posture from examining patients, staring blankly at the doorway.

The young master… awakened?

Had he heard wrong?

He came to his senses and quickly chased after them. Outside, the eldest aunt’s carriage had already started moving.

“Are you saying your young master awakened or died?” Young Physician An called out loudly.

“Bah, your young master is the one who died,” a servant turned back and spat. “Our young master is alive and well…”

After saying this, watching the carriage speed away, he quickly ran after it.

Young Physician An stood there in a daze.

This was impossible… how could this be possible!

“Father,” he turned and ran toward the inner residence, so emotionally agitated that he couldn’t help but call out.

“What?” Old Physician An, who was sitting at his desk reading, also looked shocked. “He lived?”

“Yes, that’s what the Xie family servant said…” Young Physician An’s forehead was again covered with fine sweat.

Old Physician An put down his book.

“Did you see for yourself?” he asked.

“Not yet, I… I… I’ll go right now,” Young Physician An said hurriedly.

He turned and hurried out.

The room returned to silence.

“Cured? How is that possible!” Old Physician An muttered, grabbing a piece of paper from the desk and crumpling it into a ball, his expression complex. “Absolutely impossible! This type of condition cannot be saved! Cannot be saved!”

He became more agitated as he spoke, his expression twisting as he swept all the brushes, ink, paper, inkstones, and books from the desk.

The crashing sounds in the room alarmed the servants outside, but no one entered, as if everyone was already accustomed to such commotion.

After sweeping everything from the desk, Old Physician An also pushed over the desk, grabbed porcelain from a nearby cabinet and smashed it, until the room was in complete chaos and he finally calmed down.

“Someone come,” he said.

Only then did two servants enter with lowered heads, calling “Master” and moving forward to push his chair. The chair rolled as it carried Old Physician An out.

As the chair moved and his robe fluttered, it revealed Old Physician An’s empty, missing legs below.