Due to the strict epidemic prevention measures for the diarrhea patient in the back courtyard, the atmosphere in Qianjin Hall was somewhat tense.

Perhaps sensing their tension, there were even fewer customers.

When two men in silk shirts, waving fans, walked in, the disciples didn’t notice them at first.

The two men were somewhat nervous, exchanging glances.

“Sir,” a disciple finally noticed and hurried over. “Are you here for consultation or medicine?”

The two men became even more nervous and couldn’t help but step back.

“Med… medi… medicine,” one said.

Oh, he has a stutter… the disciple understood, but physicians must treat everyone equally and couldn’t mock others’ defects. His demeanor became even more gentle.

“This way please. Are you filling a prescription or buying individual medicines?” he asked.

The man looked at him and stuttered, unable to speak.

“Individual medicines,” the other couldn’t stand it anymore, pushed him aside, and strode over.

Leaning against the counter, he slammed his fan-sized hand on the counter.

The disciple at the counter was startled and looked this person up and down.

He wore the kind of silk clothing typical of wealthy merchants, waved an elegant fan, and had a plump face, but somehow it all seemed… like the clothes were stolen… there was an incongruity about this person…

“This, this, this – ten pounds of each,” he said, pointing randomly.

Ten pounds!

The disciple was somewhat stunned.

“What? Think I don’t have money?” the man glared.

The disciple quickly apologized and called for help. This quantity was too large and would need to come directly from the warehouse.

“Hey, little brother, what’s this about your Qianjin Hall recently killing people?” the man asked again.

Being asked so directly was very embarrassing. The disciple turned around with some righteous indignation.

“We didn’t kill anyone,” he said. “We’re being slandered!”

“See, I told you it would be like this. The boss said Miss Qi would never kill anyone… those people are just pretending to be pitiful…” the other said excitedly.

This statement confused the disciple, who looked at him in surprise.

This person doesn’t stutter at all – he speaks quite fluently, but I can’t understand what he’s saying…

The man who had spoken earlier kicked this man, who quickly shut up.

“Yes, yes. Miss Qi would definitely never do such a thing,” he smiled at the disciple, leaning forward on the counter. “Little brother, tell me what happened.”

The disciple was naturally happy to explain. Before he could speak, disciples rushed in from outside.

“Senior Brother, something terrible has happened! Master has been arrested by Wang Qingchun…” two disciples shouted.

This news threw the entire hall into chaos.

“What happened?”

“On what grounds?”

Everyone crowded over shouting.

“He said Master was spreading rumors to disturb public order,” the disciple said, sweating profusely either from running or anxiety.

“Nonsense! How dare he say such things!” Zhang Tong also came out from the back courtyard, his expression shocked.

“Not only did he arrest Master, but he’s also coming to seal our Qianjin Hall!” the disciple shouted, pointing outside. “The people are already here…”

The disciples were in chaotic uproar.

“Quick, go find Master to come back,” everyone shouted.

This master naturally referred to Qi Yue.

“No, we can’t call her back now,” A’Ru rushed over from behind and shouted. “She’s making medicine. If we distract her, what about those medicines?”

“But, but what do we do?” Everyone was at a loss, asking anxiously.

“What do we do?” Hu San came out, gritted his teeth. “We won’t let them through the door!”

“Will this work?” A’Ru looked at him and asked.

Hu San straightened his back, looking toward the door.

“It will!” he said firmly.

The hall was in chaos, and the two men getting medicine were left aside, ignored.

“Brother, looks like there’s going to be a fight,” one said quietly.

“So what if there is? What’s to fear?” the other glared, his expression excited, feeling around on his body but only finding a fan.

“Brother, don’t cause trouble. The boss said we can’t cause problems for Miss Qi. If people find out our identity and pin charges of colluding with bandits on Miss Qi, it could mean execution!” he said quietly.

The first one calmed down.

“Then what do we do? Just watch Miss Qi’s people get bullied?” he asked quietly.

This kind of problem requiring intelligence was really difficult for them.

The man scratched his head.

“I told you we should have brought Dog-head Zhang – he’s full of clever ideas…” he muttered.

The two stood there stupidly, watching the excited, thin disciples slam the door shut and press against it with their bodies.

As soon as the door was closed, Wang Qingchun and his people’s voices rang out from outside.

“…Open the door! Think closing the door will solve everything?”

“Wang, you’re settling personal scores! Don’t think we don’t know!” Hu San shouted. “Release our Master! We have a patient here. If treatment is delayed, we’ll charge you with intercepting medical care and murder!”

What a clever application of the law!

Wang Qingchun was so angry he laughed coldly. Watching this commotion, the street instantly attracted countless onlookers.

So Qianjin Hall was truly a treasure of Yongqing Prefecture’s people – opera troupes were expensive to hire, but with them around, entertainment was never lacking…

In the crowd, two servants saw this and ran off.

“Steward, something terrible! Wang Qingchun is bullying the young mistress again!” they ran into the Marquis Dingxi’s mansion and found the steward.

“This bastard still isn’t done?” the steward stood up and pondered briefly. “Has the Prince left yet?”

The servants shook their heads – they didn’t know.

“Ride quickly to Shanning Prefecture to see if the Prince has departed yet. If not, tell him,” the steward said.

“What if he has left?” a servant asked blankly.

“Then… it wasn’t meant to be,” the steward sighed.

What did this have to do with fate? The servants didn’t understand but didn’t ask, hurrying off.

Here at Qianjin Hall, the door was finally knocked open because the patient’s family was crying outside.

“We don’t want you to treat him anymore. We’re taking him away,” Dr. Zhu’s wife cried.

If the patient’s family demanded to leave, they really couldn’t refuse.

Wang Qingchun shook his robes, looking disdainful.

A bunch of small fry – what could they possibly do!

Using a patient to threaten him to release Liu Pucheng? How stupid! Did they think he was the only doctor in Yongqing Prefecture?

Ridiculous!

Dr. Zhu’s wife cried as she went toward the back, with several officers following to carry the patient.

“No!” A’Ru blocked their way. “You can’t take him away.”

“That’s my husband! You, where did this woman come from?” Dr. Zhu’s wife was startled by the woman suddenly blocking her path and immediately shouted.

“I’m the head nurse here. No one can take this patient away,” A’Ru said. This was her first time facing so many people. She was trembling with nervousness but stood firm with her arms spread, refusing to move. “This patient is contagious and must be quarantined. He absolutely cannot be moved, or more people will catch this disease.”

The people in the room were stunned.

Contagious…

Dr. Zhu’s wife remembered her husband’s mention of plague and immediately stepped back two paces, looking terrified.

“Is it really the plague?” she cried tremblingly.

At these words, the crowd outside erupted.

“What?”

“Plague!”

“Oh no! We’re doomed – there’s plague!”

Wang Qingchun was furious and quickly shouted to the crowd.

“It’s not plague! Don’t listen to Qianjin Hall’s nonsense! It’s from eating bad food and having diarrhea!” he shouted loudly. “The owner of Qingfeng Tower used spoiled vegetables and meat, causing several people to vomit and have diarrhea continuously.”

He shouted several times before the scene quieted down.

“How dare you speak such nonsense! This could cause civil unrest!” Wang Qingchun raised his eyebrows and shouted sternly. “Men, arrest them all and seal the shop!”

The scene immediately erupted into chaos.

“No, absolutely cannot take him away!” A’Ru desperately blocked the doorway.

Dr. Zhu’s wife raised her hand and slapped her.

“Little hussy! What are your intentions!” she cursed.

A’Ru was struck hard, immediately turning red on half her face.

Before Dr. Zhu’s wife’s hand could drop, someone rushed over and gave her a resounding slap.

Dr. Zhu’s wife was unprepared and couldn’t withstand this sudden powerful blow. She was knocked down and fell to the ground, almost unable to breathe.

“Hit someone! You dare hit her! I’ll beat you to death!” Hu San furiously pointed at Dr. Zhu’s wife and cursed.

This sudden violence stunned everyone.

“How can you, a man, hit a woman?” a doctor couldn’t stand it and cried out tremblingly.

The people from Qianjin Hall were simply too crude!

And they called themselves a medical clinic – more like a black shop!

“I don’t care if you’re a woman or man!” Hu San glared viciously at the doctor. “Whoever hits her, I’ll hit them!”

Dr. Zhu’s wife came to her senses, sat on the ground crying loudly. The relatives who came with her were outraged and all rushed toward Hu San.

Hu San couldn’t fight so many alone, but still protected A’Ru.

Seeing them start fighting, the other disciples naturally had to help Hu San, and the scene immediately became chaotic.

“What’s going on! What’s going on!” A deafening roar suddenly rang out from the crowd, and two people rushed in, separating the fighting crowd in just a few moves.

Wang Qingchun’s people looked at these two who had suddenly appeared.

They were obviously not from Qianjin Hall.

“Who are you?” Wang Qingchun demanded suspiciously. “What do you want?”

Under countless gazes, the two burly men in silk shirts seemed somewhat dazed.

“We…” one stammered, “…getting… getting medicine…”

Getting medicine?

Everyone looked at them suspiciously.

“We’re getting medicine! What are you doing? Hurry up and package our medicine!” the other man glared and shouted, pointing at the Qianjin Hall disciples.

Were these two idiots? At this time and place, they were still getting medicine?

“Gentlemen, Qianjin Hall is being sealed, so we can’t sell medicine. Please go to another establishment,” Wang Qingchun said sternly.

“Sealed! Before it’s sealed, we need to get medicine – that has nothing to do with now. Hurry up and give us our medicine!” the man glared and shouted.

Where did these lunatics come from…

Everyone stared at the two men in bewilderment.

“What are you doing? What do you want? You want to stop us from getting medicine?” the two men glared and shouted, rolling up their sleeves. “Stopping us from getting medicine means you want our family to die – this makes you mortal enemies! You’re committing murder!”

What nonsense!

The scene was at a standstill.

“Senior Brother! Sister A’Ru! The patient is dying!” came shouts from the courtyard.