Transmigrated into a female county magistrate during a famine, leading her country to prosperity

In the guest room, everyone was waiting for Feng Qianzhi's answer.

Feng Qianzhi was almost suffocating from the burden on her shoulders, and her breathing became several times heavier.

She also invited an old doctor from Quanyang County to discuss the matter together.

The two of them took Mrs. Mo's pulse one after another and came to the same conclusion.

——The second acupuncture may be effective, but it is more likely to... become Mrs. Mo’s “death injection”.

There really is only one chance.

Retraction is the first time acupuncture has little effect and it is unknown how long it will last.

Going forward is a second injection which is extremely dangerous and may turn into a "fatal injection".

An extremely sharp question was laid nakedly before everyone's eyes, like a heavy hammer hanging in the air, ready to fall at any time.

No one dared to make a decision.

Even Mo Qingwan felt a dry throat and couldn't utter a word.

She was afraid of forks in the road, afraid of choices.

She even wanted to kneel down and pray to the gods for mercy.

She was never a good daughter.

"How long will it take?" She lowered her eyes and looked at Madam Mo, her expression was hard to read and her voice was hoarse and unpleasant.

"Only for a moment." Feng Qianzhi dug her nails into her palms, and continued, pushing Mo Qingwan half a step forward, "If Madam Mo doesn't get better after a quarter of an hour, we can only... take the risk of using it a second time."

Mo Qingwan suddenly hated himself so much.

Why does she want to do business?

Is it because the Mo family has a business to give her?

Why, why couldn't she study medicine?

Why could she only watch and watch her mother's life...come to this point.

How cruel.

"Then... wait a moment." Mo Qingwan slowly sat on the bed, took out a handkerchief, and gently wiped Mrs. Mo's sweat.

The entire guest room seems like an isolated island, and Mo Qingwan is the last tall tree on the island.

After a brief silence, Shen Zheng called Feng Qianzhi to leave the guest room together.

Feng Qianzhi walked heavily.

After standing still, she still didn't dare to look at Shen Zheng, but instead held the railing tightly and looked at the bustling guests in the lobby of the inn.

"I'm useless..." Her nails scratched the thin paint on the railing, and paint powder fell down.

Their eyes followed the paint powder as it fell until it hit the ground.

"This... is not your fault, and you don't have to blame yourself." Shen Zheng gently stroked her back and asked softly: "Qianzhi, tell me, how confident are you in the second acupuncture?"

Feng Qianzhi opened his mouth, his throat was blocked, and he closed his eyes and said, "10%...less than."

Even though she knew the answer was not optimistic, Shen Zheng couldn't help but feel her heart tighten.

Yes.

Cardiovascular disease is terrifying in itself, and when it breaks out, it's even more necessary to rescue people from the clutches of the dead.

And less than 10% sure...

Is it low?

Shen Zheng didn’t know.

She tried to put on a smile, patted Feng Qianzhi on the shoulder and said, "Qianzhi is already the best doctor in our area, just do your best. Sister Mo... won't blame you, believe me."

After all, Feng Qianzhi is just a girl in her teens.

Like everyone else, she didn't want to see anything happen to Mrs. Mo.

But if...the pain Feng Qianzhi has to endure will be second only to Mo Qingwan.

Hearing this, Feng Qianzhi could no longer hold back her emotions, and buried her face in her arms, her voice trembling: "If the master were here, it would be great. If the master were here, he would definitely be 100% sure. Sister Shen, I'm scared, I'm scared of hurting Madam Mo, I'm scared..."

Before they finished speaking, an extremely familiar, yet trance-inducing voice suddenly fell into their ears.

"If the master were here, what would I be 100% sure of?"

Shen Zheng's ears suddenly ring and she turned her head abruptly.

"master!"

"Doctor Li!"

"Lord Shen." Li Shiyuan was exhausted, his face showing fatigue. "I have accomplished my mission... and I am back."

The person in front of me is real.

The person in front of them was not what Shen Zheng and the others had imagined.

Shen Zheng's eyes were fixed on Li Shiyuan's face, and there was only one word in her mind.

--life.

The King of Hell is unwilling to take Mrs. Mo's life.

This kind of plot...

Shen Zheng suddenly bent down and laughed.

This kind of plot would seem absurd and funny in a storybook, but today it really happened to them...

If this isn't fate and luck, then what is?

This is Mrs. Mo’s fate, Mo Qingwan’s fate, and Feng Qianzhi’s fate.

"master!"

Feng Qianzhi could no longer hold back the fear and tears in her heart. Like a young bird that had found its nest, she buried her head in Li Shiyuan's arms and burst into tears.

Li Shiyuan was pushed back half a step by her and listened to her with a look of heartache on his face.

She asked him why he came back so late.

She said she was so scared.

She begged him to go and see Mrs. Mo quickly.

......

Li Shiyuan's return gave everyone peace of mind.

Taking the pulse, giving acupuncture and prescribing medicine are all done in one go, smoothly and effortlessly.

The acupuncture techniques that Feng Qianzhi had not mastered yet were performed at will, as easy as eating and sleeping.

"All right." Li Shiyuan stood up, put his big hand on the top of Feng Qianzhi's head, and said to everyone with a smile: "Fortunately Qianzhi protected the patient's heart pulse, otherwise I wouldn't be completely sure even if I came. This lady will fall into a deep sleep within two days, so family members should not be impatient. When I come to give her another acupuncture in two days, she will wake up."

Mo Qingwan was confused, and after a long while he asked, "Doctor, my mother is fine now...?"

She had always known about her mother's illness.

She invited all the famous doctors in Liuyang Prefecture to come back and see her mother.

The diagnosis results from those doctors were exactly the same as those given by the young doctor Feng Qianzhi.

——The disease cannot be controlled, and when it invades the mind, it is basically... incurable.

There is no cure for medicine.

How heavy these four words are.

But how long has Doctor Li been here?

Counting from the moment you step into the room, is there even a moment?

It seems... no?

So...it's okay?

A surge of ecstasy suddenly swept through Mo Qingwan's mind, making her feel dizzy and swollen.

She didn't even dare to speak or move, for fear that everything happening before her eyes was just a dream.

"What else do I want?" Li Shiyuan laughed and said as he sat on a stool, "If the young lady is worried, I can stay at the inn and wait for the patient to wake up in two days before leaving."

Li Shiyuan knew that the lighter his words were, the more they would ease the worries of the family members.

Mrs. Mo's complexion on the bed had returned to normal, and her breathing was much smoother than before. If someone who didn't know the situation saw her, they would just think she was sleeping.

Mo Qingwan watched all the changes and finally confirmed that her mother was really pulled back from the brink of death by Li Shiyuan.

While the others were still immersed in the joy of "escaping from despair", she was already in tears.

My knees landed heavily.

But her heart felt lighter than ever before.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing!" Li Shiyuan quickly stood up and hid behind Shen Zheng, "I'm not treating you for free, just pay me the consultation fee, why are you kneeling down! Get up, get up, Qianzhi, help him up!"