After transmigrating into the body of a stepmother, I led the villains in a rebellion.

"It's easy for you to talk when you're not the one suffering. If you're so capable, cure the patient before you start spouting nonsense," Lin remembered him; he was the one who had sent people to cause her trouble before.

Ming Boyang's expression changed slightly, and he looked at her with a cold gaze. "So it's the murderer, Doctor Lin."

One sentence caused both Jiang Mubai and Lin Shu to change their expressions.

Jiang Mubai felt guilty. If it weren't for him spreading Lin Shu's reputation from Renyi Hall, Lin Shu wouldn't have been in danger of being killed.

Lin Shu didn't care. The whole town was buzzing about this, so it wasn't surprising that Ming Boyang knew about it.

She glanced at him calmly, "Mr. Ming, this news is a bit delayed. Everyone has concluded that this matter is a frame-up by the county magistrate against me. I didn't expect you to be unaware of the truth."

"If it weren't for fear of my own lack of medical skills, I would have deliberately used this incident to smear my reputation."

Ming Boyang was taken aback by Lin Shuhui's sharp wit and was momentarily speechless.

Seeing this, one of his attendants stepped forward and said angrily, "You woman are so unreasonable! My master kindly reminded you, but you turned around and bit him. This is outrageous!"

Lin Shu sneered, "Kindness? I can't accept this kindness."

"Dr. Lin, Dr. Sun, let's go. Don't waste time arguing with them," Jiang Mubai said, turning around and leaving without wanting to waste any more time with them.

Just as the three of them turned around, an urgent cry came from the bedside, "Master, Master, what's wrong?"

The group instinctively stopped and looked over, only to see Doctor Yu from Heshantang standing there, completely incredulous.

The old man, who had been panting, suddenly turned pale and his breathing became weak.

Seeing that something had happened over there, Ming Boyang disregarded them and quickly turned around and ran towards the bedside.

"what happened?"

Dr. Yu looked bewildered. "I don't know. I just gave him acupuncture, and that's how he is."

Ming Boyang frowned and quickly stepped forward to check on Master Zhao's condition, inwardly realizing something was wrong.

Mr. Zhao's condition was already complicated, and the acupuncture treatment by Doctor Yu just now aggravated his condition.

"Quickly, get the ginseng slices and prepare to decoct the medicine!" Ming Boyang instructed as he skillfully began emergency treatment, trying to stabilize Master Zhao's condition.

However, Master Zhao's condition did not improve significantly despite his efforts; on the contrary, his breathing became increasingly weak.

Seeing that his father was about to be killed by them, Young Master Zhao disregarded his reputation and pulled Ming Boyang and the others away.

He looked at Jiang Mubai and the other two with a pleading expression, "Master Jiang, please help me out since we are acquainted."

"Otherwise, my father would have really been killed by them."

"Young Master Zhao, I..." Ming Boyang was about to explain when Young Master Zhao interrupted him mercilessly.

“If anything happens to my father, I will make you and Shantang pay with your lives.”

As everyone knows, the Zhao family is one of the most prominent families in the town, not only extremely wealthy but also with close ties to the government.

The moment Young Master Zhao uttered those words, the atmosphere in the entire room froze instantly, and even the air seemed to become heavy.

Ming Boyang's face turned pale, but he dared not say another word.

If he were to die from their medical treatment, then the charitable organization would truly be ruined in his hands.

That's good, we can just shift the blame to Renyitang.

Jiang Mubai turned his gaze to Lin Shu, waiting for Lin Shu's reaction.

In this situation, only she can handle it; Dr. Sun is no longer sufficient.

Dr. Sun's medical skills are on par with Dr. Yu's. If Dr. Yu can't solve the problem, Dr. Sun would only be throwing his life away.

Lin Shu really didn't want to take on this mess, but he didn't want to miss the opportunity to lure that person out.

Just as Lin Shu hesitated, Young Master Zhao was so anxious that he was about to cry.

"Mr. Jiang, if you hesitate any longer, it will be too late. My father is really dying..."

Lin Shu hesitated for a moment, then finally stepped forward and said, "Let me see."

Upon seeing this, Young Master Zhao looked at Jiang Mubai with a helpless expression.

Jiang Mubai nodded to him, "She is Doctor Lin who cured Lord Shaoqing."

Upon hearing this, Young Master Zhao was overjoyed, never expecting that he had unintentionally invited the divine physician who had saved Lord Shaoqing.

She immediately stepped aside, looking at Lin Shu with great joy, "Dr. Lin, please."

Lin Shu came to the bedside, quickly took over, and skillfully took the old man's pulse. Then he took out the silver needles he carried with him and precisely inserted them into several key acupoints.

As the silver needles were inserted deeper, the old man's originally pale face gradually regained some color, and his breathing became much more stable.

Everyone around was amazed by what they saw, and even Ming Boyang had to admit that Lin Shu did indeed have unique skills in medicine.

"What happened?" Doctor Yu asked with a hint of resentment. He was confident in his medical skills, but he never expected to lose to a young woman today.

Lin Shu lifted his eyelids to look at him, and slowly explained, "Master Zhao has weak cardiopulmonary function, coupled with emotional fluctuations, which has led to disordered qi and blood."

"I only used some simple methods to regulate qi and blood circulation, which temporarily stabilized the condition."

After speaking, Lin Shu slowly stood up and said to Young Master Zhao, "Young Master Zhao, Master Zhao's illness is called a stroke. Although he is out of danger, he still needs careful recuperation."

"The key to treating stroke is preventing recurrence. I'll prescribe a formula, and you can have someone fill it up and take it long-term."

Young Master Zhao nodded repeatedly, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you so much, Doctor Lin, for saving my father's life! As long as my father can be cured, my Zhao family is willing to pay any amount of the consultation fee."

When the consultation fee was mentioned, Lin Shu's eyes lit up, but she concealed it well.

Young Master Zhao immediately instructed his servants to prepare pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and had Lin write down the prescription.

Lin Shu picked up her pen, only to realize with a start that she didn't know how to use the font of this era.

She looked to Jiang Mubai for help.

Although Jiang Mubai didn't understand, he still took the initiative to approach her.

Lin Shu then said somewhat embarrassedly, "You can write it for me."

Looking at her serious expression, Jiang Mubai suddenly seemed to understand something.

A feeling I'd never experienced before welled up inside me; I never imagined that even the all-powerful Doctor Lin would have moments of incompetence.

Lin Shu immediately sat down at the table prepared by Young Master Zhao, and then began to explain the prescription in detail.

Jiang Mubai wrote down her words verbatim.

After Jiang Mubai finished writing and handed it to Young Master Zhao, Lin Shu told him all the precautions.

Young Master Zhang listened intently with a solemn expression.

After dealing with Master Zhao's matter, Young Master Zhao immediately ordered his men to drive Ming Boyang and the others out.

Before leaving, Ming Boyang glared fiercely at Lin Shu and Jiang Mubai, his eyes filled with undisguised hatred.

"We'll see."

Jiang Mubai refused, saying, "I'll wait for you."

After watching Ming Boyang leave, Lin Shu looked at Jiang Mubai and said in a slightly sarcastic tone.

"This is your opponent? He's not all that great."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Mubai looked at her with a face full of surprise, "Not much? He almost killed you, what more do you want?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Shu's expression changed. "What do you mean?"