“I never expected Miss Qi would still dare to say such things,” Wang Qingchun said with mockery.

Everyone laughed along.

“I’ll always dare to say such things, especially when facing a good-for-nothing like you,” Qi Yue also replied with mockery.

This woman still dared to be so arrogant!

“I think Yongqing Prefecture can no longer accommodate you,” Wang Qingchun said coldly.

The threat was self-evident.

Qi Yue laughed heartily.

“Wang Qingchun, everything has inertia,” she said.

What did that mean?

Wang Qingchun frowned at her.

“It means that last time, you were driven out of Yongqing Prefecture by me,” Qi Yue smiled slightly. “So next time, you’ll probably be driven away by me again…”

Woman! Petty person!

Wang Qingchun flicked his sleeve.

“Arrogant and conceited!” he sneered.

“Oh my, Lord Wang, please hurry,” the doctor urged.

What time was it for such verbal sparring! As doctors, they should compete in medical skills! What could be achieved through verbal arguments!

Only then did Wang Qingchun lead his people inside. The door slammed shut, shutting the woman outside.

“For difficult and complex cases, please find Qianjin Hall! For bringing back the dead, please find Qianjin Hall!”

Before Wang Qingchun could utter another mocking word, he heard the woman shouting loudly outside.

That stinking woman… she still dared to shout like that!

“Who would believe that!” he snorted coldly toward the outside.

The others inside quickly agreed.

“Yes, yes, who would believe her!”

“She really thinks she’s a miracle doctor…”

Wang Qingchun felt satisfied and nodded.

“Alright everyone, no need to pay attention to that madwoman. Let’s quickly check on Dr. Shen,” he said.

Two days later, Qi Yue saw another funeral procession at the door.

This time it was that Dr. Shen.

“He really died?” she was quite surprised.

“Oh my, Master, you really predicted it!” Hu San couldn’t help but shout.

Zhang Tong kicked him from behind.

“Scram! If you can’t speak properly, don’t speak at all!” he scolded in a low voice.

Hu San also realized he had misspoken and slunk away embarrassedly.

“This isn’t your fault,” Liu Pucheng also came over to say.

That day when Qi Yue returned and told him about this incident, she had just casually said that if they didn’t let her see the patient, he would definitely die. She really hadn’t meant to curse the man to death…

“Master, people said it wasn’t any intestinal perforation, just died from diarrhea. Even if you had opened him up, it wouldn’t have helped,” Zhang Tong went over to inquire and came back to say hurriedly.

Qi Yue looked at these two who were comforting her and smiled again.

“Yes, I don’t blame myself at all. If anyone’s to blame, it’s Wang Qingchun – he’s the one who drove me away,” she said.

Liu Pucheng and Zhang Tong laughed and breathed a sigh of relief.

“But diarrhea causes dehydration. If we had replenished fluids in time, there should have been no problem,” Qi Yue said again, frowning.

IV tubing was a problem.

“When intravenous therapy was first attempted, they used hollow tree branches,” she continued. “Last time in an emergency, I used pumpkin vines, but that’s indeed very dangerous.”

“How about this?” Hu San jumped out from somewhere, holding something in his hand.

Qi Yue’s eyes lit up.

This was a tube made of brass, similar in length and size to a drainage tube.

“I originally made this to be used as a drainage tube for Master,” he smiled. “Didn’t Master use the same thing for both IV therapy and drainage before?”

Qi Yue took it and examined it from all angles.

“Can such a fine needle tip be forged?” she asked.

“Let’s try,” Hu San said.

Qi Yue nodded, gesturing on the copper tube, thinking about how to connect it and how to install it.

“Good, let’s try it,” she looked up and smiled.

No one inside the house paid attention to the funeral procession outside.

The street quickly returned to calm.

But something was still not right.

“Someone else died?” Qi Yue, carrying her medicine box and continuing to search the streets for opportunities to obtain pathogenic bacteria, stood by the roadside watching another funeral procession approaching.

The filial son walking at the front was grief-stricken, needing two people to support him just to walk.

“So filial, to be so overcome with grief…”

The crowd on the roadside all sighed with emotion.

However, was it grief or… illness?

Qi Yue couldn’t help but step forward, wanting to see clearly.

Against the backdrop of mourning clothes, this man appeared even more pale.

It was a sickly pallor!

“How did this person die?” she couldn’t help but ask someone nearby.

“I heard he died from diarrhea…” the passerby said.

Diarrhea?

Qi Yue frowned.

Could it be that this was now a high-incidence period for diarrhea?

It seemed she needed to distribute more knowledge about diarrhea.

Just as this thought flashed through her mind, she heard an alarmed cry, then saw the filial son who was being supported collapse to the ground, convulsing with continuous vomiting.

The funeral procession was forced to stop as relatives surrounded him in panic.

“Make way,” Qi Yue raised her hand and shouted. “I’m a doctor.”

This single phrase “I’m a doctor” made the crowd part.

“Another case of acute abdominal symptoms…” Qi Yue quickly examined while unbuttoning the clothes of the already unconscious patient.

“Hey, what are you doing?” The family members couldn’t help but be surprised seeing this woman undressing a man in the street.

“I’m Dr. Qi from Qianjin Hall…” Qi Yue looked up, letting them see her clearly.

Qianjin Hall was naturally known to everyone. Seeing it was her, everyone stopped interfering.

“Miss Qi, my husband he…” a woman asked worriedly.

“This isn’t as simple as diarrhea,” Qi Yue said, turning to look at the coffin. “This person also died from diarrhea?”

“Yes, diarrhea, bloody stool, vomiting blood…” the woman said hurriedly.

Vomiting blood…

Qi Yue had already unbuttoned the man’s clothes – high fever, abdominal distension…

But there was no history of external injury.

How could there be such severe acute abdominal symptoms?

“Please take him to Qianjin Hall. He already shows signs of dehydration. If not treated immediately, I’m afraid he’ll be in danger,” she looked up and said.

The family members looked panic-stricken.

“Alright, alright,” everyone finally said. The people carrying the coffin also couldn’t care about that anymore and came directly to carry this man.

Qi Yue followed, but after just two steps, she realized they were going the wrong direction.

“Hey, our Qianjin Hall is this way,” she called out hurriedly.

“Miss Qi, our family also runs a pharmacy, so we’d better return to our own pharmacy,” the woman following said.

“Hey, hey, can you handle it then?” Qi Yue said.

This question left those people not knowing how to answer, so they simply didn’t answer and hurried away carrying the man.

“Hey, remember to replenish fluids!” Qi Yue shouted from behind.

Those people, whether they heard or not, hurried away.

Qi Yue stood helplessly in place, looking down at her gloves. They were stained with the man’s vomit and watery stool.

“Hey, good stuff,” she said, grinning as she carefully removed the gloves and put them in a small porcelain jar she carried with her. She happily ran toward the outskirts of the city.

The man’s hands hung down powerlessly.

The room immediately filled with wailing.

Wang Qingchun walked in and saw everyone’s faces looked very bad.

“Another one died?” he asked.

“Yes, Lord Wang, this is already the third one in these few days,” a doctor said with an anxious expression. “And they all died from diarrhea.”

Wang Qingchun stroked his beard.

“How could it be such a coincidence?” he muttered.

“My lord, speaking of which…” a doctor couldn’t help but say, pressing his abdomen. “Speaking of which, ever since we ate at Qingfeng Tower that day, I’ve also been feeling not quite… comfortable…”

As he said this.

“Oh, that’s right, now that you mention it…” Wang Qingchun suddenly realized, pointing at him and then looking into the room. The room still had an altar for mourning the old father, and now they had to set up another altar for the son. “Oh, that’s right, that day, that day you all, we all ate at Qingfeng Tower.”

This doctor nodded, feeling increasingly uncomfortable in his stomach.

Wang Qingchun’s face darkened as he snorted heavily.

“No need to say more – there must be something wrong with Qingfeng Tower’s food!” he said, turning to leave. “How audacious of them! I’m going to confront them!”

Everyone nodded and followed him out. In the courtyard, an old woman was crying and scolding a younger woman.

“…You damned woman… Miss Qi told us to take him there, why didn’t you listen! Your father already treated himself to death, and you still brought Brother Dou to your own pharmacy! What exactly are your intentions!”

The woman only cried and didn’t dare talk back.

Miss Qi? Wang Qingchun frowned.

Why was this woman like a lingering ghost!

“Miss Qi said that she could bring back the dead, that diseases others couldn’t cure would be fine if we found her. You damned people wouldn’t listen! If we had sent him there earlier, how could my son have died!” The old woman became more pained as she spoke, clutching her chest and crying loudly. “My son, you were killed by your wife!”

How absurd!

Wang Qingchun couldn’t listen anymore and left with a flick of his sleeve.

“That Miss Qi examined this man on the street at the time, said it was very serious, and wanted us to send him to her place…”

“If we had sent him to her place, he could have been cured?”

“Don’t you remember what Miss Qi said that day – if they didn’t let her see the patient, he would definitely die… Didn’t Dr. Shen die?”

The people behind discussed in low voices.

Wang Qingchun heard this and sneered.

“What? Are you actually believing what she said?” he asked.

Everyone quickly stopped talking and laughing.

“We don’t believe it, don’t believe it.”

“How could we believe it? If people die just because she doesn’t see them, what would that make her? The King of Hell?”

Everyone laughed.

Wang Qingchun was satisfied and turned to continue forward.

Behind these people, one of them laughed rather reluctantly.

“Dr. Zhu?” Someone patted him and called out. “What’s wrong?”

This Dr. Zhu came to his senses, said nothing was wrong, and followed everyone.

Deep in the night, the man on the bed leaned over the edge again, vomiting into the chamber pot beside the bed.

A woman with two maids rushed about in panic.

“What’s wrong with you, their father?” she asked.

The man vomited for a while, then lay back exhausted, his face deathly pale. It was the Dr. Zhu from earlier that day.

“I… I…” he gasped, holding his stomach. As he pressed, his expression showed pain.

It hurt so much… bloating pain…

He reached up to touch his chest – his heart felt like it would jump out.

“Oh my, their father, you’re so hot…” the woman touched his forehead in alarm.

The man startled and slapped her hand away.

“Don’t touch me… stay away from me…” he shouted tremblingly.

The woman was startled and immediately looked aggrieved.

“You’re thinking about that little hussy and won’t even let me touch you!” she stamped her foot and shouted, crying loudly.

The man was extremely agitated, his vision continuously filled with those three coffins…

“No, I might have… caught the plague…” he said.

The woman was startled.

“What?” she said tremblingly, turning to go outside. “I’ll go get a doctor…”

“Don’t go!” the man shouted to stop her. With this movement, he vomited again.

The people in the room were all uneasy, but this time no one dared approach. They just stood aside crying.

If I don’t see him, he’ll definitely die!

The man vomited until he nearly fainted, but that woman’s face appeared before his eyes.

Do you believe it or not?

Wang Qingchun’s cold laughter echoed in his ears.

He felt his abdomen twisting in pain. With two popping sounds, he knew without looking that he had watery diarrhea.

“I believe, I believe!” the man reached out and shouted hoarsely. “Quick, quick, take me to Qianjin Hall!”