The area was humming with noise. Those standing close enough to hear clearly quickly spread the word about what was happening.

A plowshare gouging a thigh wasn't too frightening, but a bamboo pole piercing the chest… The mere thought of the sight sent a shiver through everyone. It would take a miracle for that person to still be alive!

Even a divine physician isn't a deity. “This can’t be allowed to escalate, it’s gone too far…” “..Exactly… Even a doctor can’t cure everything…” Discussions like these formed the majority, and the gaze directed toward Qianjin Hall returned to normal.

“Sir, what should we do about this matter?” Qi Yue looked at Wang Qingchun, feigning concern as she spoke, “You must handle this impartially.” Handle it impartially… Wang Qingchun cursed silently in his heart. In full view of everyone… he actually had to speak up for this woman!

Wang Qingchun’s heart was bleeding; he couldn't help but glare at the people beside him. Those beside him quickly ducked away.

The matter had been too sudden; by the time they learned of it, they had missed the initial chance to squeeze in and watch the spectacle, so naturally, they didn't know the details of the situation…. Fearing they would miss the perfect opportunity to see this woman utterly humiliated, they had rushed over.

Little did they know the deceased had suffered such grievous injuries…. This wasn't about humiliating the woman; it was about humiliating themselves!

“Such severe injuries are indeed perilous…” Wang Qingchun gritted his teeth, looking at the family crowded together, weeping, and murmured, “…A fatal injury that cannot be cured, the doctor cannot be blamed… You all, please stop making a scene…” Saying that felt utterly contrary to his inner thoughts. “Yes, yes.” “This truly isn’t the doctor’s fault…” “Who could cure such a wound?

Only an immortal from the Great Luo Heaven could manage that…” “..Even a Great Luo Immortal couldn't do it; Yama, the King of Hell, is also an immortal. Why should your Great Luo Immortal steal his business?” “..Fang, are you deliberately picking a fight with me?” “..What if I am?

When are you paying for those two steamed buns you ate last time?” “..You still haven’t paid me for the firewood money…” The onlookers were saying anything and everything; some even started shoving and brawling. The spectacle was becoming more lively, a chaotic mess.

Wang Qingchun grew increasingly irritated and couldn’t bear to stay a moment longer. “Enough, what is there to fuss about?

Hurry up and leave, leave,” he said, waving his hand. The young woman who had remained silent finally lifted her head.

She had naturally heard and seen everything happening around her. Just as her cousin had said….

Then she should proceed as planned…. “Auntie!” Chang Yunqi suddenly threw back the curtain and entered, his expression hostile.

Auntie Zhou was slowly savoring her bird’s nest soup. “What is it?

Why aren’t you diligently studying? Didn't I tell you not to worry about family matters?

I’ll handle everything,” she said, slowly finishing the last spoonful. Her maid respectfully took the lidded bowl and withdrew.

“What happened with Yue Niang!” Chang Yunqi demanded in a low voice. “What do you mean, what happened?” Auntie Zhou frowned.

“I dislike it when you mention that woman. Don't bring her up in front of me again.

Also, give up any notions you have about her. She didn't marry you before, and now, she certainly won’t in the future…” A flicker of relief crossed her face as she spoke.

“Thank heavens, it’s a blessing the Old Madam didn't let her marry you,” she said, smiling, looking at her son with delight and pride. “Even if you don't secure the Heir title, you will still become a Zhuangyuan and hold office.

That lowly servant girl is not worthy of you.” Chang Yunqi smiled. “Of course, she is not worthy of me,” he replied.

“I mean she is not worthy of you. Why do you all elevate this woman so highly?

What does she have? Just a pretty face?” Auntie Zhou said, displeased, with a snort.

“You men, indeed, a face is all you need to see.” “Let’s stick to the point,” Chang Yunqi interrupted, sounding impatient. “Tell me, what did you do to stir things up with Yue Niang again!” “What did I do?” Auntie Zhou waved her hand and sat down casually.

“Your maid, He Hua, her maternal uncle is from Sanlitai Village,” Chang Yunqi sneered. Auntie Zhou’s hand, which had been playing with her nails, paused.

“You even know about that,” she said with a smile, showing no panic whatsoever. Chang Yunqi stared at her without speaking.

“Fine, relax. This matter is not directed at Yue Niang,” Auntie Zhou stood up, smiling.

“It’s just to cause some trouble and cast some mud on that mother and son pair.” Chang Yunqi looked at her, his expression unmoved. “It had better be so,” he said slowly, looking at his own birth mother.

“Otherwise, just as I could bring Auntie back, I can just as easily send you away again.” Auntie Zhou’s expression shifted slightly. “You, how can you say such things to me!” She reached up to clutch her chest.

“I am your mother.” Chang Yunqi turned his gaze away and spun around. “But I am not Chang Yuncheng,” he said indifferently, and strode out without another word.

Auntie Zhou swept the teacup off the table behind him. The sound of shattering porcelain brought a maid standing outside bowing and entering.

“Did you deliver the message to her?” Auntie Zhou asked without looking at her. The maid responded affirmatively.

“It’s been delivered. If possible, we must drag the Young Mistress down with them.

If not, we just need to make sure the Heir is implicated,” she whispered. Auntie Zhou nodded.

“If we can’t destroy the old, we’ll target the young dark horse!” she murmured, leaning back against the bolster, a cold smile playing on her lips. Meanwhile, outside Qianjin Hall, the atmosphere had clearly shifted away from blaming the establishment.

At the same time, the young woman rushed forward to kowtow to Qi Yue. “Doctor, Doctor Qi, I am not blaming you,” she sobbed.

At these words, everyone present froze. Not blaming them?

Then what had everyone been doing just now… dreaming? Wang Qingchun cursed furiously in his mind.

If you’re not blaming them, then why are you causing a ruckus here! Are you insane?

Everyone shared this thought, including the staff of Qianjin Hall. Not blaming them?

Then was this… to present a commemorative banner to express thanks? Are you kidding?!

“Doctor Qi, yes, you arrived at my home so quickly and treated my father,” the young woman cried, lifting her head, her face filled with gratitude. “My father was practically dead then; it was you, it was all of you, who brought him back to life…” This… Qi Yue looked at the woman, feeling that something was still quite strange… Brought back to life?

The crowd nearby was startled and quickly spread the news. The man was so severely injured he should have died on the spot, yet he was saved?

It truly is Madam Qi! She really is a divine physician!

Some people still questioned if it was true. “Of course it’s true!

We saw it with our own eyes,” the fellow villagers who had come along testified, recounting the scene. “In short, Madam Qi did this and that, and the man lived, he was even speaking.” Truly remarkable!

The crowd’s gaze toward Qi Yue became even more fervent. Wang Qingchun cursed internally, this woman really did come to present a banner!

But to express gratitude by carrying a corpse while wearing mourning clothes was truly unique in its eccentricity! What kind of gesture was this!

He angrily threw his hand out, too weary to speak another word, and squeezed toward the exit. Qi Yue had long since stopped paying him any mind.

“Girl, since you understand…” she began to say to the family. Before she could finish, the girl let out another loud wail.

“But, but, Father…” she cried, rushing over and collapsing onto the dead man, shouting, “Father, your death is an injustice!” This sudden outburst of grief stunned the crowd again. Wait a minute.

If Madam Qi could save him, why is he dead now? Injustice?

This single word, injustice, finally made Qi Yue realize the truth. “Girl,” she stepped forward.

“No, that’s not it. I couldn’t save your father; there was too much blood loss, he simply couldn’t be saved.

It has nothing to do with anything else.” The woman ignored her again, continuing to weep loudly, her cries of injustice echoing. The remaining children saw their sister and began crying loudly too.

“Father, if you blame someone, blame fate for not letting you be born into a wealthy family, for having this lowly life—even if Heaven wanted to keep you, it couldn't!” the woman cried out, seemingly heartbroken. What exactly was going on?

The onlookers were completely baffled. “He was saved initially!” The villagers who had witnessed the entire process and knew the details finally remembered the crucial point and said indignantly, “He was saved, and they were taking him back to Qianjin Hall for further medication, but someone arrived, blocking the door, preventing them from leaving and treating him, instead demanding Madam Qi go save their person!

As a result, their person lived! And over here…” They spoke with growing indignation, but their words trailed off as they pointed at the corpse on the door panel.

The man died later… It was too tragic! So that was the story….

So that was it. This wasn't aimed at them; it was aimed at Chang Yuncheng!

“That’s not it,” Qi Yue shouted loudly. “This has nothing to do with that.

This injured person died because of excessive blood loss…” But no one listened to her anymore. Everyone was buzzing, pointing fingers at the dead man and the grieving family.

Heavens, how tragic, this is even worse than dying immediately. Exactly.

A divine physician is bound to save people. To die when there was clearly a chance of survival—that was simply… Too tragic!

Too pitiful! Too… outrageous!

“The doctor they invited was clearly there first, they requested the doctor first, but then the doctor was snatched away, and they insisted Madam Qi save their person! The life of this person simply cannot be compared!” “…This, this is clearly… bullying with power…” “…What bullying with power—this is killing with power!” As the atmosphere around them began to boil, the young woman let out a cry that was half-sob, half-laugh.

“Father, your death is so tragic!” She threw her head back and wailed, striking her head hard against the ground. “Where is heavenly justice!” With that forceful bow, blood immediately streamed from her head, making the scene even more dreadful.

The surrounding crowd could no longer hold back. “Who was it!

We won’t let them get away with this!” “Yes! This is murder!

A life for a life!” Soon, these voices rose, and they became louder and more numerous. Upon hearing these cries, a smile touched the lips of the young woman who had been prostrate in grief.

Then she suddenly lifted her head. “It was him!” She stretched out her finger and pointed.

In an instant, all eyes turned toward the indicated spot. On the steps, Chang Yuncheng still stood with his hands behind his back, his expression blank.

It was this man! Indeed, considering his arrogance just moments before, he was capable of such a deed!

“Is Qianjin Hall only accessible to people like you! Does Qianjin Hall only save the lives of people like you!” the young woman shouted, her expression filled with sorrow.

“Are our lives not lives?” The scene instantly erupted into uproar. It turned out the divine physician hadn't caused the death; someone had stolen the doctor, leading to a death!