The Divine Doctor and Adorable Consort: The Demonic Emperor is Too Cunning

Fang Qingyou wondered if the middle-aged man was referring to her, since she was the only person in the room who seemed suitable to carry out this act.

Just as Fang Qingyou was wondering, she saw the wall suddenly be pushed open from the outside, and two people walked out, respectfully saying to the middle-aged man, "Yes."

After that, the two went to the patient and carried him off the bed.

Fang Qingyou's eyes widened in surprise. It turned out that there was a door inside this seemingly intact wall!

Well, she was truly amazed by the ingenuity of the designer of the Bamboo Pavilion.

However, before the patient was taken away, Fang Qingyou realized what was happening and quickly reminded him, "Brother, remember to take the medicine exactly as I prescribed. Also, if you suddenly have a relapse, remember to come find me."

"Hmm." The patient nodded, and his figure disappeared completely with the closed door.

At this moment, the middle-aged man said, "Young master, congratulations, you have passed the final test."

"Huh?" Fang Qingyou was so focused on the patient that she realized this wasn't her consultation room at all. She wondered if the patient would ever be able to find her again.

However, Fang Qingyou didn't dwell on it for long. With Zhujianlou as the middleman, how could she be afraid that the patients wouldn't be able to find her?

"Uncle, I'm ready and can treat that patient anytime. When can we begin?"

The middle-aged man was a little uncomfortable with being called "uncle" and it took him a while to react before replying, "Young master, the treatment is tomorrow. If it's convenient for you, please stay at the Bamboo Pavilion tonight."

"Oh, the treatment isn't until tomorrow?" Fang Qingyou felt a little disappointed. She had originally planned to take the reward money home today...

At the same time, she was even more puzzled. This patient had gone to so much trouble to seek medical treatment, and naturally, the sooner the better. Why was he waiting until tomorrow?

Fang Qingyou tried to persuade the middle-aged man: "Uncle, could you let me see the patient first? I want to talk to him and ask him to seek medical attention as soon as possible. You know, sometimes when illness strikes suddenly, even a tiny bit of delay can be fatal."

The middle-aged man simply shook his head: "Young master, there's no need. The patient has already made the appointment for tomorrow, so it will be tomorrow."

“But…” Fang Qingyou was about to persuade him again, but the middle-aged man interrupted her: “Young master, you don’t need to say anything else. Just prepare for tomorrow’s treatment.”

Fang Qingyou silently rolled her eyes in her heart. She was worrying for nothing. The patient wasn't in a hurry to get better, but she, as the doctor, was getting anxious.

At this moment, the middle-aged man took out a small wooden box and handed it to Fang Qingyou: "Young master, this is the deposit for tomorrow's pre-diagnosis. Please accept it."

Fang Qingyou was stunned for a moment. When she reached out to take the small wooden box, her arm sank down. Only then did a smile appear on her face. It seemed that although this patient had a strange temper, he was quite generous.

"Uncle, I will definitely treat that patient, but I can't stay at Zhujianlou. My family will worry. But please don't worry, I will definitely come to Zhujianlou tomorrow." Actually, Fang Qingyou really wanted to stay at Zhujianlou for one night, but if she didn't return for a day, she was afraid that Madam Ren would be extremely worried.

"Oh? May I ask where you live, young master? If that patient needs treatment, we may have to ask you for help." The middle-aged man feigned curiosity, but in reality, he knew everything about Fang Qingyou.

"The treatment time hasn't been set yet? Never mind, I live in Liujia Village in the southeast of Nanguan County. My surname is Fang." Fang Qingyou understood the middle-aged man's worries. After all, the time when a patient falls ill is unpredictable and uncontrollable. If the patient suddenly falls ill and she is unable to reach Zhujianlou, they can still go to Liujia Village to find her.

However, Fang Qingyou dared not reveal her name. This patient must be someone powerful and influential, either rich or noble. If it were discovered that she had once been known as "Fang Shiyu," it would be troublesome.

Disguising herself as a man is not a crime, but she used that name to assist the court in solving cases and received a reward. She was afraid that some people with ulterior motives would accuse her of deceiving the emperor.

Fortunately, the middle-aged man did not delve into the matter further, only saying, "Young Master Fang, it's a deal then. I hope you will come to treat that patient when the time comes."

"Definitely. Uncle, don't worry, I will do my best to treat that patient. But if anything unexpected happens to the patient, please come to Liujia Village to find me. I'll be leaving now, see you later." The middle-aged man had already given him the order to leave, so Fang Qingyou didn't linger any longer.

The middle-aged man nodded slightly and gestured for Fang Qingyou to enter: "Young Master Fang, this way please."

Fang Qingyou endured it until she got into the carriage before opening the small wooden box.

Fang Qingyou was overjoyed to see the large, gleaming gold ingot. This patient was incredibly generous; he hadn't even started treatment yet, and he had already given so much money for the consultation.

This is just the deposit for the preliminary consultation; you can imagine how much the commission will be.

Just thinking about it, Fang Qingyou felt that her eyes would definitely light up.

Inside the bamboo pavilion, Luo Qianmo stood by the window, his jade-like arms with distinct joints behind his back, his gaze fixed on Fang Qingyou's carriage.

Standing next to Luo Qianmo was the middle-aged man who was the test subject for the third round.

This middle-aged man, named Song Mao, is one of Luo Qianmo's trusted subordinates and is extremely skilled in medicine.

“Your Highness, although this Miss Fang is young, she uses a silver needle with unparalleled skill. Her medical skills far surpass mine. Perhaps she really can cure Your Highness,” Song Mao said truthfully. He felt only admiration and respect for Fang Qingyou.

She was far beyond his reach; she had achieved so much at such a young age!

Song Mao had never met the peerless physician Xiaoyaozi and did not know how skilled Xiaoyaozi was, but among all the doctors he had ever met, Fang Qingyou was definitely the first one he admired so much.

Yes, the person who went to great lengths to seek medical help was none other than Luo Qianmo.

From beginning to end, his only goal was Fang Qingyou; everything else was just a pretext.

Luo Qianmo did this because he didn't want Fang Qingyou to know his identity, and he didn't want those people to discover his hidden secrets.

Luo Qianmo remained silent, but a faint glimmer of hope appeared in the depths of his deep, beautiful eyes, like a star reflected in a clear pool—seemingly distant and hazy, yet utterly captivating.

Fang Qingyou, I've been disappointed too many times, I hope you won't disappoint me.