In a year of natural disasters, the young woman had billions of resources to build a paradise.

The eldest son of the Ye family has been frail since childhood, but Jiang Mianmian is not a professional doctor, so she did not pay much attention to it.

Once you ask, but can't cure it, you only cause Old Madam Ye a lot of heartache.

She had also inquired and learned that although the eldest young master Ye Xiujue had been predicted by doctors to live past fifteen, the Ye family had used countless good medicines and carefully nurtured him over the years, so he had survived to this day, still sickly, and was now eighteen.

How could something be wrong suddenly become 'not working'?

She instructed her maid to take the two elders of the Qi family directly to Qi Xuan, while she herself quickly followed the gatekeeper to the eldest young master's place.

Cheng Nian was brewing medicine in the courtyard when she saw her arrive. She immediately ran over and asked, "Miss Mianmian, do you know how to treat abdominal masses?"

"The young master has a lump in his abdomen? He's had it since he was a child?"

A lump in the abdomen is called a tumor in Western medicine.

If it really was a tumor, it's truly remarkable that he survived to the age of eighteen!

"Yes, you really know? Come on, let's go inside quickly."

Cheng Nian's eyes lit up.

He knew the young master's condition all too well, but could she really handle it?

Before meeting Mianmian, he thought, what medical skills could a courtesan possibly possess? Saving the old lady was merely a coincidence. After meeting her, although he was captivated by her beauty and demeanor… ahem, he still didn't quite believe it. He had only asked tentatively, hoping against hope, but he hadn't expected her to actually know?

He was both nervous and expectant. If she could really cure the young master, he would acknowledge her reputation as a miracle doctor!

As soon as the door opened, the old lady came out to greet her, "Mianmian, you're finally back."

Her eyes were red and swollen. "I didn't want to trouble you, but somehow he caught a cold, and it got really bad. He still has a fever now."

"I'll do my best. Let's go see the young master first."

Jiang Mianmian gently patted the old lady's hand, and the two quickly entered the house.

Ye Xiujue's eyes were closed, and a layer of fine sweat covered his forehead, which the maid was carefully wiping with a damp cloth.

As expected, he was pale and thin; unexpectedly, he had shaved his head. Even so, his features were still very handsome, not only delicate but also possessing an air of otherworldly grace.

The ethereal aura vanished the moment the blanket was lifted.

Ye Xiujue's abdomen had a very obvious bulge, as big as a fist!

"Besides taking medicine, I've tried acupuncture and massage, but they can only slow down the growth of the lump; they can't get rid of it at all."

Cheng Nian counted on her fingers, "Over the years, we've tried everything: Banxia Houpu Decoction, Baohe Pills, ginseng, astragalus... but it still won't go away."

"Is the fever-reducing medication available?"

The most important thing now is to reduce the fever first, and then treat the abdominal mass.

Jiang Mianmian already had a preliminary treatment plan in mind, but she didn't know if the old lady could accept it.

"I drank a bowl of it this morning, but it wasn't very effective, so I brewed another one."

Jiang Mianmian glanced at everyone in the room. "Madam, please have them all leave. I need to speak with you and Doctor Cheng alone."

"Why don't you go quickly?"

The old lady waved her hand, and everyone withdrew.

Jiang Mianmian rummaged through her backpack and took out antipyretic injections and disinfection supplies from the warehouse. "These are injections for treating high fever given by the fairy. I'll give him the injection first, and he won't need to take any more medicine. If things go smoothly, the fever will subside in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. Then I'll explain the young master's symptoms to you in detail."

She rolled up Ye Xiujue's sleeve. "Would the old lady agree to me giving you an acupuncture needle here?"

"What do you think?"

The old lady was somewhat undecided and looked at Cheng Nian.

"Take the plunge, there's no better way."

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, that's much faster than his medicinal soup! Cheng Nian also wanted to see the immortal's method of healing.

While the two were discussing, Jiang Mianmian had already carefully disinfected her hands, tied a tourniquet on Ye Xiujue's arm, disinfected it, and with permission, immediately drew up the medicine for injection.

When the needle went in, the old lady hissed, as if this needle-pricking method was more painful than acupuncture!

Especially when she saw the clear liquid continuously seeping into Ye Xiujue's arm, she felt so heartbroken she wanted to cry, "Jue'er, is it in a lot of pain?"

"What herbs can be used to brew this medicinal liquid? It's so clear, like water!"

Cheng Nian didn't dare to breathe loudly, and spoke in a low voice, afraid of frightening Mianmian and causing the young master to poke a hole in her arm again.

Jiang Mianmian put away the needle, pressed the injection site with a cotton swab, and explained what an injection was. As for the medicine, she could only use the "divine item" as an excuse for the time being.

"The injection is only to reduce the fever. The problem lies in the lump. The only way to get the young master better is to surgically remove the lump, but we still need to see if the lump is malignant or benign."

Seeing that neither of them quite understood, Jiang Mian had to use more straightforward words, "It depends on whether this lump is good or bad. If it's good, then we can just use medication and rest. If it's bad, then there's nothing I can do."

The old lady slumped onto the stool, crying out, "Ah, my Jue'er!"

"The surgery you mentioned, young lady, is it the needle knife technique?"

Cheng Nian recalled that when he was young, he lived with his master in the Ye family mansion. At that time, his master had mentioned the art of needle knife therapy to him. However, since it involved cutting open his abdomen, his master dared not take the risk and never mentioned it to the Ye family.

She's so bold! She dares to think like that! And she even dares to say it!

Jiang Mianmian was naturally bold. She had all sorts of medical equipment in her warehouse, which could maximize the chances of a successful surgery. Besides, his tumor had been growing for so many years, so it was unlikely to be malignant; otherwise, he would have died long ago. The chances of a cure were quite high.

"It's acupuncture and knife therapy, but I've never done it before. If the old lady decides to have the surgery, we'll have to trouble Dr. Cheng with this. I'll assist her from the side."

Cheng Nian nodded repeatedly, then suddenly realized, "Who should I trouble?"

“You,” Jiang Mianmian replied seriously.

"...I didn't do it!"

Cheng Nian said urgently, "Needle knife technique is not something that can be done casually. The young master's lump is inside his abdomen. In the process of peeling back the layers to remove the lump, one must be steady, accurate, and ruthless. One must also stop the bleeding and prevent any unclean things from entering. After stitching it up, one must also make sure that the incision will heal well. Every step must be done correctly. I... I can't do it!"

Otherwise, why wouldn't Master have dared to even mention it back then? External injuries are easy to treat; surgery is fine. But internal injuries, like those to the abdomen or head, are absolutely unacceptable.

"So the old lady needs to think this through carefully. If any part of it goes wrong, the young master may lose his life. But this is the best treatment I can think of. I will also ask the fairy for a magical artifact and ask Doctor Cheng for some magical books to study in order to increase our success rate as much as possible."

"Let me think about it again."

The old lady seemed to age ten years in an instant. This was the only son of the eldest branch of the family. She had raised him with all her heart and soul. He was about to get married and might even have a son or daughter. If she had this surgery, he might die on the spot. But if she didn't have it, he wouldn't live for more than a few days!

Overwhelmed with heartache, she looked at Ye Xiujue on the bed, tears streaming down her face.

Suddenly, Ye Xiujue, who had been motionless, raised his arm.

A hoarse voice then rang out.

"I'm willing to have the surgery."