Qi Yue felt a little embarrassed under so many fervent gazes, but fortunately, these people respected her status and dared not approach.

A few disciples personally guided her inside.

"Is Teacher well? Has she rested enough?" Qi Yue asked, observing the people queuing up.

The hall inside was even more crowded, with the counter packed even with those waiting for herbal medicine.

It showed how effective the advertising had been.

"She has rested. Eldest Senior Brother is seeing patients now, and Master is watching nearby," the disciples replied.

Seeing their group enter, the unfamiliar people waiting showed displeasure.

"They're cutting in line again..."

"These rich folks are so annoying..."

"There have already been several groups cutting in... I might not even see Doctor Liu today..."

Qi Yue just laughed upon hearing this.

"I'll just take a look at my teacher and leave," she said. "Don't waste his time."

Liu Pucheng had already heard the news and came out, his arm still in a sling around his neck, looking quite comical.

"Young Lord of the Manor, Young Madam," he bowed respectfully and personally led them into the room.

Because Chang Yuncheng was present, the atmosphere was somewhat solemn. Qi Yue personally checked Liu Pucheng's injury before finally relaxing.

"Your arm is injured, so some minor procedures cannot be performed. Call me," she stated. "It's also a good chance to practice alongside Master."

With Chang Yuncheng present, Liu Pucheng smiled and repeatedly said he dared not.

As they were speaking, a loud voice shouting for the Master came from outside.

Then Hu San entered, holding a large box.

"Master!" He happily rushed towards Qi Yue.

Liu Pucheng coughed to the side.

"Young Lord of the Manor." Hu San finally noticed Chang Yuncheng and quickly bowed respectfully.

"What is it?" Qi Yue asked with a smile, gesturing to the box in his arms.

Hu San showed no restraint and happily placed the box on the table.

"Master, your needles, scissors, and tweezers are all finished. See if they meet your standards," he said, opening the box.

Qi Yue hurried to stand and look. Aru naturally followed. Liu Pucheng also wanted to look, but remembering the presence of Chang Yuncheng, he suppressed the urge not to be left out.

"Good, good..." Qi Yue picked them up one by one, her face full of admiration and surprise. "...No wonder they say in ancient times..."

She coughed heavily twice.

"Master, what's wrong?" Hu San immediately asked with concern.

Chang Yuncheng glanced over, his eyes lingering on Hu San for a moment.

"Nothing, nothing," Qi Yue swallowed the words she shouldn't have said and smiled at him. "Truly masterful craftsmanship, very well done!"

She noticed Hu San's eyes were also red.

"You've been working hard for several days too. Take a rest in rotation with the others," Qi Yue instructed.

"I know, Master," Hu San chuckled. "I was actually going to rest, but I don't trust the others watching over these needles and scalpels..."

Chang Yuncheng sipped the tea in his cup before realizing...

He didn't drink tea outside, and furthermore, the tea at this clinic was quite inferior...

"Distribute these to everyone. See when people are free, and schedule the suturing," Qi Yue said with a smile, setting down the needles and scalpels.

At this, Liu Pucheng could no longer maintain the manners of a host and quickly stepped forward.

"We are free whenever. It depends on Young Madam's schedule," he said.

"Great. Everyone can rotate shifts—one shift for listening to lessons, the next for work. However, it might be a bit tiring," Qi Yue smiled.

"Master, being able to learn more is something we strive for; who fears being tired?" Hu San exclaimed. "If anyone is tired, it should be Master."

Truly... look at that sycophantic manner...

Chang Yuncheng glanced at Hu San again. Who was this person? He seemed somewhat familiar....

"Go distribute these to everyone, and tell them to prepare and arrange their shifts," Liu Pucheng instructed.

Hu San responded but still hadn't left.

"Master, you should also rest for a few days. Otherwise, this apprentice will worry..." he continued.

Chang Yuncheng felt an itch in his throat, and someone coughed on his behalf.

"Get out." Aru glared at Hu San.

Hu San was still somewhat afraid of her and quickly picked up the box and left.

"Teacher, you should hurry on with your work. I'm fine," Qi Yue said.

She had originally come out to avoid Chang Yuncheng, but now that he was accompanying her, there was no need for that, and it only caused some trouble for Liu Pucheng's place.

Liu Pucheng nodded and personally escorted them out. As soon as they reached the main hall, they heard a commotion inside.

Although the matter with the hunter had been resolved, it had left a psychological shadow. Hearing the noise, everyone's expressions changed slightly. They hurried out to look and were stunned.

Four or five richly dressed young gentlemen were crowding the counter, and their servants were driving away the people who were already queuing.

"Get lost, you poor wretches! Our young master goes first..."

This kind of arrogance was best avoided if one couldn't confront it. Despite their faces full of resentment, everyone still made way.

"Which one is the doctor seeing patients? Come, let this young master have a look..."

"Are all these medicines for sale? Come, come, I'll buy some medicine..."

These four or five young men were laughing and making a ruckus.

The clerks at the counter were somewhat at a loss.

"Young Master, what exactly do you need?" they stammered.

"Anything. Here is the money, take what you see fit." Several people threw money bags onto the counter with a clatter; judging by the sound, they were undoubtedly substantial.

This... this... how can one buy medicine like this?

The clerks were dumbfounded. Qi Yue and Liu Pucheng were also stunned; such a scene of disruption was quite rare....

"But, but..." The clerks didn't know what to say.

"That's enough. You just look and dispense the medicine," said a young gentleman who stood up from the side.

He had been sitting in a corner, undisturbed by the commotion, and only noticed things when he stood up now.

Upon seeing this young man, Qi Yue and the others were all stunned.

"Young Master Huang?" she couldn't help but say.

"This is the money our young masters won by betting that the Qianjin Hall would win. Naturally, it should be spent here," Huang Ziqiao loudly declared to the crowd at the counter, not having noticed them at first. "It's fine, take it and dispense the medicine."

The others immediately laughed in agreement.

"Yes, yes! Young Master Huang has sharp eyes. This is the first time I've won this much money..."

"...So Young Master Huang is the God of Gamblers..."

"...Those fools who secretly took back their bets later must regret it bitterly..."

Everyone spoke in a clamor.

"Of course. Did you not see? Those who refused to bet on Madam Qi winning are truly fools," Huang Ziqiao snorted, reaching out to pat his abdomen, startling his attendant who quickly stepped in to protect him. "Young Master, my stomach—Madam Qi personally cut it open and sewed it up. I'm perfectly fine. For someone with an injured leg, what does it matter if they live or die? It’s a trivial matter! To make a wager on it—isn't that clearly sending money to everyone? If you don't take money delivered to your door, you'll be struck by lightning."

Hearing his words, everyone in the hall suddenly understood.

Some people had already heard that the Young Madam of the Marquis of Dingxi's manor had survived an abdominal incision to cure the Prefect's son. Even if they hadn't heard before, through this wagering and healing incident, all matters concerning the Young Madam had been brought to light. Now, everyone knew.

Such a dangerous procedure as opening the abdomen existed only in their imaginations. Now, seeing the person alive, the hall erupted. Ignoring status, everyone clamored to look at the Prefect's son as if he were a rare artifact.

He was alive...

Qi Yue watched for a moment, the surprise and distraction fading, replaced by a warmth in her heart.

This child....

Perhaps because of staying up late, her eyes felt a little strained, and she almost felt the urge to weep.

It turned out she wasn't alone....

It turned out there were people outside cheering for her like this....

"Hey, stop patting! If you crack the wound, it will need re-stitching," she said in a raised voice.

Huang Ziqiao, who was raising his hand to pat his stomach again, shuddered upon hearing this.

"Who cursed this young master..." He turned around angrily upon hearing the voice, and the moment he saw Qi Yue standing there smiling, he froze, his face immediately turning red, leaving him stuck in place.

"Young Master, what's wrong?" The attendant, already frightened, nearly lost his soul. "Why is your face like that? Why are your eyes straight... Doctor, doctor—someone quick!..."

Huang Ziqiao, both ashamed and annoyed, slapped the screaming attendant aside.

The rest of the group also looked over curiously. They didn't recognize Qi Yue, but they all knew Chang Yuncheng, and their faces instantly showed surprise, followed by alarm.

"Young Lord of the Manor, are you here to see..." One person began respectfully, but halfway through, realizing it was inappropriate to greet him formally in a clinic, he corrected himself, "—to see the excitement?"

Chang Yuncheng hummed faintly, returning the courtesy.

The previously lively hall fell silent.

"What nonsense is this? Don't affect normal business if there's nothing important," Chang Yuncheng stated, his gaze sweeping over the group.

"Yes, yes," these people quickly agreed, bowing. "We shall take our leave now."

Saying that, they crowded out towards the exit.

Huang Ziqiao naturally followed to leave.

"Young Master Huang," Qi Yue called out.

Huang Ziqiao's steps halted. He turned back somewhat stiffly and unnaturally.

"Since you're here, it's time for a follow-up consultation. Let Doctor Liu take a look," Qi Yue said with a smile.

Huang Ziqiao snorted.

"This young master has no time for a follow-up! The consultation fee has been paid; they should come to my place," he said in a gruff voice, then left without touching the ground.

The servants hastily bowed to Chang Yuncheng and Qi Yue before retreating.

Qi Yue pursed her lips and smiled.

Liu Pucheng was also smiling nearby.

"Madam Qi, you can rest assured. I told you, justice lies in the hearts of the people, and everything will be fine," he said.

Qi Yue nodded.

"Yes, Master, I understand now," she said. "I take back what I said about the hunter's family."

Liu Pucheng nodded and smiled with some relief.

On the way back, Aru sat outside the carriage, telling Qi Yue about the city-wide betting she had learned from Hu San.

"Wow, if I had known, I would have placed a bet too. If I bet on myself, wouldn't I have made a fortune?" Qi Yue laughed heartily, then thought of something. "Aru, go back and pick out something suitable from the storeroom and send it to the Prefect's residence. It's a thank-you gift for Young Master Huang for supporting me."

Aru replied with an affirmative "Yes."

To be barred from the door by one's own family with a letter of divorce, yet to have outsiders raise banners and cheer for her—that feeling must be difficult to bear.

Chang Yuncheng lowered his gaze. He remained mostly silent, sitting quietly, his expression faint, revealing neither joy nor anger.

The carriage returned to silence, speeding through the streets, guarded by escorts on both sides, causing pedestrians to yield the way.

People hiding by the roadside collided in their haste.

"Ow, my foot, my new shoes!" the person shouted.

The one who bumped into him quickly apologized, then spat after seeing who it was.

"Ugh, Coffin Boy, how unlucky!" he said, quickly stepping away in three paces.

Coffin Boy pursed his lips, shook the new clothes on his body, and stomped his new shoes.

"Coffin Boy, I hear you won big money?" the shop assistant from the nearby store called out to him with a grin. "Look at you, dressed like a groom!"

Coffin Boy grinned back at him.

"Yeah, my luck has really turned around..." he said, putting his hands in his pockets. He thought of something and looked back, glancing at the "Marquis of Dingxi's residence..."

The luxurious carriage, surrounded by guards, had already gone far down the street.

"That Marquis's Young Madam who wagered on saving a life? The woman who can perform a caesarean section?" he murmured, looking back at the receding carriage with a trace of curiosity.

Is there really such a woman? I wonder what kind of woman she is... But what does it have to do with him?

Coffin Boy shook his head and smiled, slowly walking away along the dark corner of the winter street.

Lately, my mood hasn't kept up, and I'm feeling lazy and unenergetic. I am trying to adjust and strive to resume double updates soon.