Reborn Young Lady's Peerless Grace

Shen Wanqing touched the pill in her hand, her heart filled with joy. This pill might be able to help her solve a lot of troubles.

Meanwhile, Du Zhijie, who was in the private room next door, had been watching the movements downstairs. He returned to his seat only after seeing Shen Wanqing going upstairs.

Zhang Yuanfeng rarely saw Du Zhijie behave like this, so he suddenly wanted to tease him. "Zhijie, are you interested in the fourth daughter of the Shen family?" Du Zhijie's face suddenly darkened, and he glared at his friend.

"Don't talk nonsense. It's always bad to ruin a girl's reputation. I just think this girl is a little different." He really thought as he said in his heart. He just felt that Shen Wanqing was not simple.

Zhang Yuanfeng didn't want to let him off like that: "Oh, you still don't admit it, I saw it all."

Du Zhijie glared at his friend, his eyes full of warning: "If you keep talking nonsense, I will be rude to you." He felt embarrassed about having his thoughts seen through, and didn't want his friend to make random guesses.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuanfeng quickly shut his mouth.

Du Zhijie once again glanced towards the private room where Shen Wanqing was staying, and coincidentally, Shen Wanqing was looking in his direction as well. The moment their eyes met, Du Zhijie felt his heart skip a beat, and a wave of panic washed over him, unsure of why he felt this way. Meanwhile, Shen Wanqing felt a surge of warmth within her, somewhat puzzled by her own reaction.

Du Zhijie ignored his friend's noise cancellation and headed downstairs. He saw the betting was still going on. Without hesitation, Du Zhijie placed a large bet on Shen Wanqing's side.

Because the competition hadn't reached its final stage, the final outcome, both Doctor Chen and the old man took it very seriously. Doctor Chen's face was solemn, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he carefully examined each patient. The old man, on the other hand, was calm and composed, his technique exceptionally skillful.

Shen Wanqing stood at the second-floor window, watching Du Zhijie's actions, and a ripple arose in her heart, wondering why this man would help her.

Du Zhijie walked to Shen Wanqing and said softly, "I also made a bet, old man. I hope your choice is correct." There was a faint smile on his face.

Shen Wanqing nodded slightly, a blush on her face, "Thank you for your trust, sir."

People around started talking.

"Why did Mr. Du bet on this side?"

"Although the old man's medical skills are truly amazing, there are not many people who bet on him. Why did he bet here?"

"Who knows, maybe he has his reasons."

Time passed, and the competition reached its final stage. Doctor Chen's eyes were filled with anxiety, while the old man remained relaxed.

Suddenly, without any warning, a strong wind blew up from the sky, and in an instant, heavy snow fell like goose feathers.

Outside the Anbao Pharmacy, the lively atmosphere was shattered by the sudden onset of inclement weather. The attendants scrambled to action. One clever attendant quickly put a thick cloak on Doctor Chen, while another quickly held up a large umbrella to shield him from the wind and snow.

Those people who did not have umbrellas were caught off guard by the cold snowflakes and hid under the eaves of nearby houses in a panic, trying to avoid the cold.

The old man was not prepared in advance and was standing in the snow, shivering from the cold. His hands were already a little red from the cold.

In the private room on the second floor, Shen Wanqing saw this scene through the window, and a trace of concern flashed in her eyes.

"Jing'er, go and give my hot water bottle and the oil-paper umbrella to the old man." Shen Wanqing whispered.

Jing'er responded and hurried to prepare.

At this moment, Du Zhijie also saw the old man's predicament. He took off his cloak without hesitation, walked quickly to the old man, and gently put it on him.

"Old man, don't catch a cold." Du Zhijie said in a gentle voice.

The old man looked at Du Zhijie gratefully and was about to thank him when Du Zhijie said, "Old man, it's not convenient for you to hold this hot water bottle. Jing'er should take it back to Miss Shen."

Jing'er had just arrived and when she heard this, she had no choice but to go back with the hot water bottle.

Zhang Yuanfeng watched Du Zhijie's actions from the side and couldn't help but teasing him, "Brother Du, you are too concerned about the Fourth Young Lady of the Shenhou Mansion."

Du Zhijie pretended not to hear and ignored Zhang Yuanfeng's teasing, still looking at the old man with concern.

At that moment, there was a commotion in the crowd. Someone had helped the small table from the mansion to the old man. His face was pale, his expression painful, and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

Seeing the young man's serious condition, the old man's face became solemn. He carefully observed the young man's face, which was completely bloodless and had a sickly gray hue. Then, the old man stretched out his finger and gently placed it on his pulse. He closed his eyes and concentrated, carefully feeling the changes in his pulse.

After a moment, the old man opened his eyes and said to the small table, "This is caused by the cold air entering the body and blocking the meridians."

After saying that, the old man took out a lot of needles from his medicine box and skillfully inserted acupuncture needles into several acupuncture points on the small table.

As the silver needle pierced into him, Xiao Zhuo's body trembled slightly, but he clenched his teeth and endured the pain.

Then the old man took out a pill from the medicine box and fed it into the mouth of the little table.

In just a moment, a miracle happened. The little table's originally furrowed brow gradually relaxed, and the pain on his face also eased a lot.

He tried to move his body and found that the pain was relieved by 80%. His limbs, which were almost unable to move before, could now move freely.

Jingse's eyes were red with excitement. She knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the old man to express her gratitude: "Thank you very much for saving my life, old man!"

The old man quickly helped him up: "Hurry up, there is no need to do this."

"Old man, you don't know, this disease has tormented me for many years. I have seen many doctors and taken many medicines, but there has been no improvement." Xiaozhuo was really grateful to the old man. It was the old man who gave him a second life.

Jing'er Jing said at the right time: "Little table, my lady asked me to bring you to see the old man for treatment."

Hearing this, the old man turned his head and looked in the direction of Shen Wanqing, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

At this time, people around were all praising.

"This old man's medical skills are truly miraculous!"

"Exactly. He can even cure such difficult and complicated diseases. He's like Hua Tuo reincarnated."

Doctor Chen stood up. He had just carefully observed Xiaozhuo's condition. If it were him, he would certainly not be able to find such an effective treatment method in such a short time.

Although he was born into a family of imperial physicians and was proud and arrogant, when faced with the old man's amazing medical skills, although he was unhappy, he was more impressed.

He cupped his hands and said, "Old gentleman, your medical skills are superb. I admire you. This round, I admit defeat."

The old man had expected this, so he did not make things difficult for him and naturally accepted Doctor Chen's greeting.