松鼠症仓库

Liu Shimei wore an impatient expression on her face and said coldly, “I can be honest with you. With Princess Ping’an’s injuries, I, Liu Shimei, can use the Nine-Nine Soul-Sucking Needle Formation. Healing her is no problem at all. Whether I do it or not depends on you. Once I step out of this door, I won’t help even if you beg me.”

She turned to leave. “I’m busy!”

It was almost noon since she opened, and she had only dealt with one patient so far. She hadn’t had the chance to showcase her medical skills to more patients, and now this clueless person had delayed her. It was not worth it! What else could Xiang’er do?

“Treat her! Eldest Young Miss Liu, our Princess Ping’an fainted here. Do you really want to wash your hands of this matter?”

Although Yu Wanqing’s injuries weren’t completely healed, she looked fine to an outsider. If they took her back unconscious like this, even Xiang’er could not bear the responsibility.

Thinking back to the acupuncture technique that Liu Shimei had just displayed outside, Princess Ping’an refused to believe it was real due to her prejudice, but Xiang’er believed it.

There were hardly any female doctors in the Great Shu Dynasty who could come to the forefront. So, for injuries like Yu Wanqing’s, besides Liu Shimei, there was no one else who could administer acupuncture treatment!

Those imperial physicians could only diagnose pulses, prescribe medicines, and apply treatments.

“You’re just a maidservant, do you have any say?” Mo’er, seeing her Young Miss not speaking, naturally acted as one maid to another.

Xiang’er said, “The expenses for Princess Ping’an’s outings are all managed by me. It’s just a matter of treating an injury. How much money does it take?”

Mo’er chuckled and reminded her, “Don’t forget, there’s also 300 taels of silver compensation for emotional damage!”

Xiang’er was speechless.

That had to be treated too?!

Afraid that Xiang’er might refuse payment after the treatment, Mo’er urged Xiang’er to go to the shopkeeper and settle the silver.

Princess Ping’an, in her usual extravagant spending habits, often carried a thousand or two taels of silver when going out. She really could afford it.

After paying the silver, Liu Shimei instructed Mo’er to close the door and began acupuncture treatment on Yu Wanqing.

Of course, there was no charge for the diagnosis, but the cost of acupuncture was going to be quite a hit to Yu Wanqing’s purse!

After successfully setting up the treatment, Madam Jiang, took the initiative, “I’ll stay here and keep watch. Shimei, you go ahead and do your work!”

“Thank you, Aunt Liu,” Liu Shimei smiled at Madam Jiang, then turned to the others, “Tonight, we’re hosting a banquet at Immortal Guest Restaurant. I’ll be the host! You all go and enjoy the meal. I might be carrying the source of infection on me, so I can’t accompany you. We’ll make it up another time.” “What are you talking about?” Madam Wang, the eldest lady of the Liang family, laughed, “Go on, do your work. Your uncles and brothers may be busy, but your aunts have some free time. We can have tea here just like at the teahouse. If there’s anything you need help with, having your aunts around will be quite useful, won’t it?”

Liu Shimei felt that this extended family was really something!

These aunts could be just like mothers, and she really wanted to hug them!

But Liu Shimei had come into contact with leprosy patients today, so she didn’t dare to actually hug anyone. After chatting with them for a few more minutes, she went into another room.

Liang Yi was playing with the short knife that she never let go of, leaning against the door frame in boredom. Inside the room were the patients and the two men who had brought the patient here.

Seeing Liu Shimei coming over with the Second Prince, who was tall and handsome, like a shadow, the corner of Liang Yi’s lips twitched.

He straightened up and said, “Sister, I’ve asked. These two, one named Sanyuan and the other Sixi, are hired strongmen. They only know that someone paid them to bring this patient – oh, the patient lives in the south of the city and is called A’fu. The person paid them, told San Yuan and Si Xi to bring the patient here, and then left. They don’t know anything else.”

Liu Shimei exchanged a glance with him and concluded, “So, someone intentionally sent bad luck to me on the day I opened Fusheng Pavilion. This patient is barely hanging on, and the chances of saving him are quite slim. If I can’t cure him, there will be a death on the opening day, and this clinic won’t be able to continue operating in the future!”

Liang Yi asked, “Do you have any ideas, Sister?”