Reborn, the daughter of the Marquisate went crazy

Han Jun wore a warm smile and sat down at the table. The sunlight shone through the window onto him, casting a golden glow on him. However, this light could not conceal the coldness in his eyes.

Xie Qingli looked at Han Jun, her gaze as calm as water, yet a wave of emotion welled up in her heart. She didn't know much about Han Jun, but from their two encounters, she could tell he was extremely confident in his medical skills, even a bit conceited. How could such a person come to Miaoxintang for treatment?

She suddenly recalled the time when Han Jun examined Qin Bitong. Han Jun was able to tell what kind of seasoning was added to the incense just by looking at a little bit of incense residue. She couldn't help but feel secretly alert.

Han Jun placed his wrist on the pulse pillow. To ensure that Master Wuwang could diagnose his pulse, he made up an extremely rare illness: "Master Wuwang, in recent days, every night, I have become breathless and my body is cold. My family mistakenly thought I was sleeping, but in fact, I am conscious, but unable to move."

He paused slightly, catching the flash of surprise in Young Master Wuwang's eyes. He couldn't help but feel a little proud, and continued, "To find out the cause of my illness, I have sought out famous doctors in the capital, but they are all helpless. I heard that Young Master Wuwang's medical skills are superb and he is best at treating various difficult and complicated diseases. So I came here today to ask you to take my pulse!"

Xie Qingli listened quietly to Han Jun's words, and thought to himself: He said so much just to let me take his pulse, so there must be something fishy about taking his pulse!

She glanced at Han Jun's wrist out of the corner of her eye, but could not see anything unusual. She said calmly, "Young Master, your complexion is rosy, your breathing is steady, and you walk briskly. You are in good health. I think you are worrying too much. There is nothing serious. Since you are not ill, there is no medical connection between you and me. Please go back!"

Han Jun hadn't expected that Young Master Wuwang would reject him so bluntly. He stood there in a daze for a moment, his mind a tangled mess. If Young Master Wuwang didn't take the bait, what was he supposed to do next?!

Xie Qingli sat upright on the chair, his face as indifferent as water, but his hands were already quietly flying under the table. His movements were skillful and agile. In a moment, he took out several poisons and antidotes from his sleeve pockets and secretly took precautions.

Although she didn't know why Han Jun was targeting her, her intuition told her that Han Jun had no good intentions in tricking her into taking her pulse. She suspected that he was most likely poisoning her! In that case, it would be rude not to reciprocate. She, Xie Qingli, would never allow herself to be bullied!

Han Jun racked his brains and finally came up with a solution. He slammed the table angrily and glared at Xie Qingli: "What kind of miracle doctor are you? If you can't cure it, just say so!"

Then, he quickly opened the door and shouted outside, "Fellow villagers, come and see! This rubbish doctor can't cure my illness, yet he insists that I'm not sick. This is outrageous! Today I will destroy the reputation of 'Amazing Doctors and Kind Hearts'!"

Han Jun's voice was so loud that people inside and outside Miaoxin Hall immediately gathered at the door of the clinic, looking at Han Jun and Xie Qingli curiously.

A hint of sarcasm and disdain flashed in Xie Qingli's eyes. It was really surprising that a self-righteous man like Han Jun would use the tactics of a shrew to force her to submit.

She slowly stood up and said in a cold voice, "Since you insist that you are ill, I will reluctantly help you take a look. According to the rules of my Miaoxin Hall, medical treatment requires payment. Would you like to pay one thousand taels of silver, or leave something on your body as payment?"

Han Jun couldn't help but feel delighted when he heard that Young Master Wuwang agreed to take his pulse. However, when he learned that he needed one thousand taels of silver as a consultation fee, his face darkened and he angrily shouted, "You're charging me one thousand taels before even taking my pulse? You're robbing me! Today, I will enforce justice on the behalf of Heaven and destroy these bluffing rules of yours!"

He stretched out his wrist, his eyes flashing with a provocative light, and threatened, "Take my pulse first. If you can't explain the cause of my illness and cure it today, I will destroy Miaoxin Hall and let everyone know what kind of person you are, this so-called miracle doctor!"

The onlookers were discussing the matter. Some applauded Han Jun, while others glared at him, thinking he was being unreasonable. Young Master Wuwang wasn't a god, so how could he possibly cure all the world's illnesses?!

Xie Qingli's expression was calm. She curled her lips slightly and said, "Since you insist on doing this, I will satisfy you. However, I will collect the consultation fee myself."

Han Jun didn't care about Xie Qingli's last words. He stretched out his wrist in front of Xie Qingli, his face full of pride, as if he had already won.

Xie Qingli gently placed her fingers on Han Jun's wrist. Her eyes were calm, like a deep pool, without a single ripple.

Seeing this, Han Jun felt even more proud. At this moment, the poison had already touched Xie Qingli's skin. In less than an hour, Xie Qingli would die in pain.

Xie Qingli slowly withdrew his hand and said calmly, "Young Master, you are not sick, but poisoned. In about half an incense stick of time, the poison will take effect, and your body will feel as if your heart and lungs are being torn out and it is unbearable."

She paused slightly and continued slowly, "As for the treatment, of course, it's the antidote. If you're willing to apologize to me publicly, I'm willing to put aside past grudges and prepare an antidote before nightfall to save your life."

Han Jun almost laughed out loud. He looked at Xie Qingli with a mocking expression, as if he had just heard the most ridiculous joke in the world! He said contemptuously, "Half an incense stick? This young master has been experiencing those symptoms for many days. If he is poisoned, why did the symptoms only occur today? Your diagnosis is completely nonsense!"

Xie Qingli remained calm and said calmly, "Young Master, you were too excited today, which triggered the toxins hidden in your body. Otherwise, you might have been able to hold on for a while longer."

Han Jun's gaze was fixed on Xie Qingli's face, his heart filled with doubt. Logically, Xie Qingli had been poisoned, and she should have reacted by now, at least showing some pain. But Xie Qingli's face remained as calm as water, without the slightest change.

Just as he was wondering, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if a sharp knife was twisting his internal organs. His face instantly turned pale as paper, and fine beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead.

Han Jun suddenly covered his chest with his hands, and a strong sense of fear and anxiety surged in his heart. He stood there, feeling a little at a loss.

"Make way, make way!"

The crowd suddenly became agitated, as if stirred by an invisible force. Several maids in gorgeous clothes struggled to separate the crowd, like a school of fish breaking through the waves, and cut a path through the crowded crowd.

After a while, the maids squeezed into the center of the crowd, and one of them was the little maid who had cut in line before.

A woman in a red skirt and a veil on her head walked out slowly from behind the maids. The swaying red skirt was like a blooming flame, attracting everyone's attention.

The woman walked straight to Xie Qingli and looked at him unscrupulously through the veil of the curtain...