As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the hall was shocked. A’Ru turned around and rushed inside. At this point, she couldn’t be stopped. Doctor Zhu’s wife immediately followed her in, and the others also rushed in with a whoosh.

The hall was suddenly left with only two men.

The two men looked at each other.

“Brother, what should we do?” one said in a low voice.

“Since Miss Qi said not to let them take the person away, we absolutely won’t let these people take him away,” the other said through gritted teeth.

“Should we continue saying we’re preparing medicine?” the first one said in a low voice. “Will this work?”

“It has to work even if it doesn’t!” the other man said.

The two men nodded heavily and stood on either side of the back courtyard gate, like two door gods firmly guarding it.

The crowd surged into the back courtyard but was still blocked.

“Don’t let them get close!” A’Ru shouted with raised eyebrows.

Hu San immediately led his men to form a line blocking the surging crowd.

A’Ru didn’t rush into the sickroom but instead rushed into the disinfection room nearby, quickly emerging dressed in surgical attire.

Her appearance frightened all the non-Qianjin Hall people in the courtyard.

“What… what is this for?” someone couldn’t help but ask.

“This can isolate the transmission of germs,” Zhang Tong said loudly. “Masks, caps, gloves, boots—because the patient’s excretions are all highly likely to be infectious, so these must be used to cover oneself to prevent infection.”

They understood about contagion.

“Records say that during the plague of dead rats in southern Yunnan, people infected each other just by talking…” a doctor said in a low voice.

Wang Qingchun became furious.

“Shut up! What are you saying! Is this the plague of dead rats?” he shouted angrily.

If this really was the plague of dead rats, then all of them wouldn’t survive…

Within three days, all of Yongqing Prefecture would become a dead city…

The people present suddenly fell silent.

“Nonsense, this is just eating something bad, what plague!” Wang Qingchun was furious. He lifted his foot and walked toward that room. “This official wants to see if I’ll die just by going over there!”

As he stepped forward, the doctors around him all blocked him.

“Sir, you mustn’t.”

“Sir, let’s wait and see a bit more…”

Hearing such words, Wang Qingchun was so angry his lungs nearly exploded.

Did this show these doctors cared about him?

Bullshit!

This showed that these doctors actually believed that woman’s words!!

What bastards!

What cowards!

They were frightened by this!

Wang Qingchun struggled angrily and finally broke free from these doctors and rushed over.

Doctor Zhu’s wife, who had come to her senses, also cried as she tried to go over.

“Father of my child, don’t abandon us…” she shouted.

Hu San and the others firmly blocked her.

“How can you not have someone by your side before you close your eyes? This way you won’t die in peace. Qianjin Hall, you’re committing a sin!” Doctor Zhu’s wife cried out.

“Are you sure you want to go in?” Zhang Tong asked through gritted teeth.

“Of course!” Doctor Zhu’s wife cried out.

“Someone, disinfect her and change her into isolation clothes,” Zhang Tong shouted.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was stunned.

“Senior brother,” the disciples said with some doubt and hesitation.

“Let her take a look, otherwise she won’t believe us,” Zhang Tong said. “We are saving people. I don’t want people to think we’re killing people again. I don’t want Master to be questioned like this when he’s doing good for them!”

When he said this, Doctor Zhu’s wife’s crying paused slightly.

“Are you sure you want to go in?” Zhang Tong looked at her and asked sternly.

Being spoken to so solemnly by him, Doctor Zhu’s wife actually became somewhat timid.

“I want to go in,” Wang Qingchun said first, stepping forward. “Stop giving this official all this nonsense. As medical judge, this official is qualified to determine the patient’s condition. We can’t let you Qianjin Hall people say whatever you want!”

Zhang Tong nodded.

“Fine,” he said, pointing with his hand. “Please.”

He stepped aside. The other disciples also stepped aside, but those who had been shouting about going in at first actually hesitated.

Really… contagious?

Wang Qingchun gritted his teeth… and walked toward the disinfection room.

Seeing this, Hu San sneered coldly, while Zhang Tong breathed a sigh of relief.

“Coward, don’t wear isolation clothes if you dare,” Hu San sneered.

Wang Qingchun was instantly furious, and he really wanted to raise his head and stride into that sickroom. But…

He ultimately pretended not to hear.

Following his lead, Doctor Zhu’s wife also went over. Two or three more doctors hesitated for a moment, but ultimately curious in their hearts, they also followed.

After putting on the clothing and enduring the discomfort, several people entered the sickroom.

A’Ru and the others inside had already heard the conversation outside, so they weren’t surprised and continued with their busy work.

This was the first time everyone had seen the kind of sickroom Qianjin Hall had created. Except for Doctor Zhu’s wife, who only focused on looking at her husband, the others couldn’t help but stare wide-eyed at their surroundings.

What was that, hanging porcelain bottles? Copper tubes?

“We need to reduce the fever,” a disciple said.

A’Ru nodded, soaked a towel in water and wiped the armpits of the unconscious man on the bed.

Wang Qingchun and the others stepped forward a few more steps, their expressions darkening.

For them, such a patient didn’t need pulse diagnosis to know…

Wang Qingchun snorted.

“Why are you still doing all these fancy tricks? Shouldn’t you be quickly administering medicine now?” he said coldly. “Come, take the person away.”

“Yes, yes, if we delay any longer it really won’t work,” a doctor agreed.

“What do you mean delay any longer, I think this won’t work already…” another doctor muttered. “This is just a matter of half a day.”

As soon as these words were spoken, Doctor Zhu’s wife immediately collapsed softly beside the bed, grabbed Doctor Zhu’s arm and began crying loudly.

“Lord Wang, Lord Wang, quickly think of a way to save him,” she turned to Wang Qingchun and the others, crying.

This crying and shaking caused Doctor Zhu to wake from his coma.

“I… I’m not dead yet…” he murmured. His blackened face could hardly show any expression, his gaze scattered as he looked at the ceiling.

Everyone was overjoyed and hurried over.

“Doctor Zhu, can you see me clearly? We’ve come to save you,” Wang Qingchun said. Although Doctor Zhu was seriously ill and in critical condition, some things still had to be said. “Look at you, how did you get deceived by this Qianjin Hall? Isn’t this nonsense? Delaying treatment isn’t harming yourself?”

“Father of my child, I’ll take you away right now,” his wife shouted.

Hearing this, Doctor Zhu’s turbid eyes suddenly became alert.

“I… I won’t go…” he grabbed the bed tightly with his hand. “I… I won’t go…”

His wife was stunned, thinking her husband was confused.

“But you’ll die if you stay here,” she cried.

“No… no… if… if I were somewhere else… I would already be… dead…” Doctor Zhu panted, his eyes staring straight ahead. “They… they fall ill rapidly, from onset to death… at most… three days… I… I’ve already survived the third day… Qianjin Hall… really can save me… save me…”

As he said this, his hands reached out wildly grasping, his expression panicked.

A disciple nearby extended his hand and grasped his hand.

“Yes, we will definitely do our best to save you,” he said loudly.

Grasping this hand, Doctor Zhu seemed to grasp the hope of life, let out a breath, and fell unconscious again.

Wang Qingchun and the others nearby just watched with darkened expressions, but hidden under their masks, it couldn’t be seen.

What words!

No one in the room spoke; it was unusually quiet.

“From onset to death, only three days…” a doctor murmured. “That’s right… indeed it is… Doctor Zhu, you’re thoughtful…”

“This lady, the patient needs rest now, and it’s too dangerous in here. You should go out and wait,” A’Ru said.

This time, Doctor Zhu’s wife didn’t say anything more about leaving, but hesitated and stood up.

Wang Qingchun sneered inwardly and reached out to examine Doctor Zhu’s eyes, mouth, and tongue.

“Stop trying to fool people. How could someone like this be saved alive! Lasting one day is one day, if you can’t last to the end, what’s there to boast about? Isn’t this the pot calling the kettle black?” he said.

Doctor Zhu’s wife’s legs went weak again and she sat on the ground.

The other doctors took advantage of his examination and hurried to crowd over and look. Seeing this, their hearts also grew cold and they shook their heads.

“Probably just tonight’s matter,” one of them said in a low voice.

Although A’Ru didn’t understand looking, listening, asking, and feeling, seeing the blood pressure monitor’s display, she also somewhat understood in her heart…

Hearing this, she bit her lower lip.

There’s still time, there’s still time, there must still be time…

“Medicine is here! Medicine is here!” came the shouts of disciples from outside.

These voices came in one after another, and A’Ru was overjoyed and rushed out.

Medicine?

What medicine was there? Could it be that only now was useful medicine being used?

Wang Qingchun and the others looked at each other in confusion.

A’Ru had already rushed to the door.

“Is it penicillin?” she asked urgently.

“No, penicillin still needs more time. Now it’s white-hair selfheal injection,” the disciple answered, handing over the medicine box in his hand.

This was commonly used; having some was better than having none. A’Ru reached out to take it.

Watching A’Ru take out a strange object and draw from a small jar, this strange object was transparent with a bright, thin needle.

Several doctors couldn’t help but crowd over to look.

“Are these instruments like stethoscopes and such?” one asked.

“This is a syringe, used to input medicine into the patient’s body through the veins, allowing the medicine to work more efficiently and quickly,” A’Ru said, skillfully disinfecting the needle.

When the needle pierced the skin, everyone still couldn’t help but wince and look away.

Needles were something that naturally made people tremble with fear.

“Just like this and it can be cured?” Wang Qingchun asked mockingly.

A’Ru kept her head down and ignored him.

“Fine, we’ll wait here and watch, see how Qianjin Hall brings the dead back to life,” Wang Qingchun said with a cold laugh, flicking his sleeve and turning to walk out.

When he walked out, the other two doctors also hurried to follow.

“These clothes should be changed and destroyed here,” a disciple outside guided them.

Although Wang Qingchun was unwilling, he still had to comply. Watching the disciple throw the clothes and other items they’d removed into the incinerator, everyone couldn’t help but stare.

“But they were only used once…” a doctor couldn’t help but say. “These… these are all fine…”

“Miss Qi said we can’t achieve high-temperature sterilization and disinfection, so for safety, these things should simply be burned,” the disciple said.

Several doctors were amazed to hear this.

Really had money to burn…

If it were them, they couldn’t afford it. How much money would this cost…

“Hey, you few, since you insisted on going in, our isolation clothes cost money. You should pay up,” Hu San shouted from the side.

The doctors’ steps couldn’t help but stagger.

Bastard…

This night Qianjin Hall was brightly lit, the hall was full of people, including Doctor Zhu’s family members and Wang Qingchun with a group of doctors. Besides those who had come at the beginning, there were also doctors who had heard the news and rushed over. In the end, it was almost another grand gathering of Yongqing Prefecture’s doctors.

This was very likely another opportunity for Qianjin Hall to be slapped in the face. How could everyone miss it? First, they could watch the excitement, and second, they could curry favor with Wang Qingchun. It was truly a wonderful thing that killed two birds with one stone.

As for being cured? That was probably impossible…

Just looking at these doctors’ expressions was enough to know.

To closely observe the patient, every so often two doctors would go in to take a look. Zhang Tong didn’t stop them, watching coldly from the side. Hu San was very happy because he had collected high prices for every isolation garment, and burned clothes that could produce such value were truly meaningful.

When the sky was slightly bright, the two doctors who had gone in again came out.

“It’s completely hopeless…” they shook their heads.

“How is it?” everyone hurried to ask. Having stayed up all night, their eyes were all red; they had really suffered.

“There’s no pulse anymore,” the doctor said.

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire courtyard was in an uproar.

“Senior brother?” Hu San and the other disciples were also startled and all looked toward Zhang Tong, who had just come out of the sickroom.

Looking at the eager anticipation of his fellow disciples, Zhang Tong only felt his heart was so heavy he could barely breathe.

“Two injections, no effect,” he said, lowering his head.

“How can that be?” Hu San shouted. “It was effective before, it was effective before! Senior brother, did you see wrong?”

Before Zhang Tong could finish speaking, Wang Qingchun was already speaking with a cold laugh.

“How ridiculous, you Qianjin Hall disciples can’t even take a pulse? Can’t you tell whether a patient is alive or about to die?” he laughed coldly. “Sealing this shop wasn’t wrongful at all!”

“It’s all you, you locked up my master, otherwise my master would definitely have saved him!” Hu San shouted at him. “This has nothing to do with us, this is Wang Qingchun detaining a doctor and delaying treatment! We, we’re also going to file a complaint!”

Wang Qingchun laughed coldly.

“Your master? Isn’t your Qianjin Hall run by Miss Qi?” he laughed. “Miss Qi said, Miss Qi said, Miss Qi said it could be treated so it could be treated. Since she said it could be treated, if the person isn’t cured, what does it have to do with others? At this time, why isn’t Miss Qi speaking? Isn’t she the one whose word is law? Say let people live and they live, now quickly speak! Isn’t it just a matter of saying it? Where is she? Come and speak!”

The Qianjin Hall disciples glared at each other angrily, about to say something when a voice came from outside.

“That’s right, I said I could treat this disease, I said this person wouldn’t die.”

Qi Yue held a small porcelain jar in her hand, striding forward through the morning mist. Everyone turned back to look. The morning light was rising, and with the woman’s back to the sunlight, she seemed to shimmer.

“You…” Wang Qingchun began.

Before he could finish, Qi Yue interrupted him.

“Grandson, dare you make a bet?” Qi Yue asked directly, having already walked close as she spoke.

Wang Qingchun held his breath in his throat. Dare! he screamed in his heart, but for some reason couldn’t actually shout it out.

Without waiting for him to shout it out, Qi Yue had already passed by him without any pause, as if she hadn’t intended to get his answer at all.

“…I knew you wouldn’t dare,” she said, looking back. “Grandson, watch carefully how I bring the dead back to life!”

Bastard…

Wang Qingchun looked at this woman and felt like he couldn’t catch his breath, involuntarily reaching up to cover his chest.