Reborn Young Lady's Peerless Grace

Du Zhijie looked at the embroidered handkerchief in his hand. His originally clear eyes became a little hazy, and his thoughts drifted back to his childhood.

His mother had a difficult labor when giving birth to him, which made him thin and weak since childhood. He was often ridiculed by children his age. The son of a general was a sickly child. It was common for him to be bullied by children his age.

He remembered it was a bitterly cold winter day. Still a child, he had invited a few friends to his house for a stroll. Someone pushed him from behind. The water was icy cold, a chill that seeped through every inch of his skin and into his heart. He couldn't climb out. Terror washed over him. He struggled desperately, flailing his hands in the water, trying to grasp at a glimmer of life, yet he felt his life slipping away bit by bit.

Just when he felt like he was about to die, a small figure jumped into the water recklessly. It was the young Shen Wanqing. She had also come to the mansion with Lord Shen to do some work. She was just passing by when she heard the noise and rushed over. Seeing Du Zhijie struggling in the water, she resolutely jumped in, regardless of the cold water.

At that time, she was still a timid and crybaby little girl. Normally, she would cry loudly when she saw cockroaches, but at that moment, there was no fear in her eyes.

Du Zhijie still remembers Shen Wanqing struggling to get closer to him in the water. The resistance of the water made each step difficult, but her small arms refused to give up. Finally, her fingertips touched him, tightly grasping the corner of his clothes.

She gritted her teeth and used all her strength to drag him to the shore bit by bit. Every step forward required all her strength, and her little face turned red.

After getting ashore, she collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud, gasping for breath, and then burst into tears, wiping her snot and tears on his clothes.

Today, Shen Wanqing has grown into a graceful young lady. She has a graceful figure, a beautiful face, and a determined look between her brows.

The timid and weak little girl has now grown up and is doing well.

When it was time for dinner, she called the waiter over and ordered a few exquisite dim sum. She then carefully instructed the waiter to bring a meal and some dim sum to the old man downstairs. It was lunchtime, so the old man probably hadn't eaten yet. His stall wasn't busy, so he still had time to eat.

"Okay." The waiter put the towel on his shoulder and responded loudly.

In the private room opposite, Du Zhijie was gathering with several friends.

One of his friends, Zhang Yuanfeng, teased, "Zhijie, you just left, why are you back so hastily? Is there someone here you can't let go, or maybe a girl?"

"Everything is cleared up."

Du Zhijie responded indifferently, but his eyes unconsciously drifted in the direction of Shen Wanqing.

The waiter followed Shen Wanqing's instructions and brought the steaming hot meal to the old man. At this time, Doctor Chen had already seen several patients, and his table was still crowded, while the old man's table was still deserted.

The old man also smiled happily and started eating without any hesitation.

Shen Wanqing thought for a moment, then turned to Jing'er beside her and said, "Jing'er, go back to the mansion and ask Xiaozhu to come and see the doctor."

"The problem with the small table is an old disease. I've seen many doctors but to no avail. If the old man can't see it..." Jing'er hesitated. She was afraid that it would be bad if the old man couldn't see it.

"He can do it, you go quickly." Shen Wanqing didn't explain to her. Jing'er took the order and hurried back to the house to find a small table.

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At this moment, there was a sudden commotion downstairs. Everyone's attention was drawn to the scene where a middle-aged woman with tears on her face was seen, holding her five or six-year-old son in her arms. The child's clothes were soaked and his face was pale.

The middle-aged woman was panicked and cried heartbreakingly: "Please, Doctor Chen, save my son! Open your eyes and look at your mother." Her tears burst out like a flood. She held the lifeless child in her arms tightly with both hands, and her body kept shaking.

Doctor Chen hurried forward, his expression serious and his brow furrowed. He first reached out to check the child's breathing, then felt for his pulse. After a thorough diagnosis, he shook his head helplessly. "This child is beyond saving. Go back and prepare for your funeral." His voice, though soft, struck the middle-aged woman like a hammer.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged woman's legs gave way and she collapsed to the ground. Her pitiful cries distressed everyone, and she kept slapping the ground with her hands: "My son, why is this happening? You were fine this morning! Doctor, please think of a way to save him, please!" Her voice was hoarse, but she kept begging Doctor Chen.

Doctor Chen still shook his head, indicating that he was powerless.

But the old man sneered at this moment: "Humph, you treat human life so worthlessly. You can easily decide someone's life or death without having mastered the skills!" His voice was not loud, but it sounded very clear in such an atmosphere.

The people in front of Doctor Chen's table suddenly became angry and accused the old man: "You old man, Doctor Chen came from the palace. If he said there's no hope, then there's no hope. What are you saying? You can't really save him."

Doctor Chen's face was gloomy, his eyes flashing with anger: "Since you say that I am worthless, if you have any way, come and save this child, don't just talk here without doing anything."

The old man, however, was calm and composed, his eyes unusually firm. He looked at Doctor Chen and said, "Of course I will save this man! The child is not dead, you just can't see it!"

The old man said he could save the patient, but the crowd didn't believe him. Someone said, "How is that possible? Doctor Chen said there's no hope. Are you just bragging, old man?" Someone else chimed in, "That's right. Don't make things worse."

But when the middle-aged woman heard the old man say that he could save her son, she no longer cared about anything else. As if grasping at the last straw, she knelt down in front of the old man, tightly grasping the corner of the old man's clothes with both hands, and begged bitterly: "Old man, please save my son. As long as you can save him, I will do anything, even if it means working like a slave. I am willing to do it. Please save him!"

Seeing the old man so calm and composed, Doctor Chen couldn't help but feel a sense of crisis, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart, could it be that he made a wrong judgment this time? This old man really has some medical skills.

The child was clearly in shock from drowning for too long, which was why he was temporarily breathless.

Shock is very dangerous and cannot be delayed. The old man quickly picked up the boy from the woman's arms and patted the child's back. After a few repeated movements, the child vomited a lot of water with a wow.

The old man ignored the comments of the people around him, then took out a needle bag from his sleeve and took out a slender silver needle.

Then he grabbed the child's hand and inserted the silver needle into the fingertips.