On the day of her return to China, she was tied up and coaxed by the richest man to get her marriage

"Madam!" The butler's expression changed, and he quickly helped the noble lady lie down on the sickbed.

The lady gasped for breath, her mouth agape, and it took her a while to recover. She looked increasingly uncomfortable and haggard.

He Ping smoothed his cuffs. He had heard about the noble lady's illness when he came in, and now, seeing her condition, he pondered, "How long has the noble lady been in this state?"

While patting the lady's shoulder to help her catch her breath, the butler replied, "It's been more than three months. Since our lady fell ill, she has been to every hospital in the capital, and last month she even went to a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, but they still can't find the cause of her illness!"

The doctors looked at each other in bewilderment. Even a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners couldn't diagnose the lady's illness. Could Doctor He really do it?

He Ping felt displeased as he received uncertain looks from his colleagues. He was an expert in neuroscience, and who in the family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners could compare to him?

He stroked his beard and said confidently, "Please rest assured, Madam. It is my duty to save lives and heal the wounded. Please let me take your pulse and I will surely relieve your pain."

The noblewoman's eyes shone with hope, as if she had grasped at a lifeline.

She quickly raised her hand so He Ping could take her pulse.

He Ping took out a white gauze and draped it over the noblewoman's wrist. His calm and composed demeanor relieved the assembled doctors, who all praised him.

"Dr. He is so confident, he must have a good understanding of your lady's illness. He truly deserves to be the pillar of our underground city!"

He Ping held his head high and chest out, feeling that the noble lady's illness was no match for him.

However, when he touched the noblewoman's extremely disordered pulse, his calm breathing suddenly stopped, his relaxed brows slowly furrowed, and a complex and solemn expression appeared on his composed face.

He Ping had treated many patients and seen all kinds of difficult and complicated diseases. He became arrogant after being praised by others, and really thought of himself as Hua Tuo reincarnated.

He never expected that he would be unable to diagnose the noble lady's illness, and he had never even seen her pulse before, so he couldn't feel it at all!

As the saying goes, the right medicine should be prescribed according to the symptoms, but he didn't even know the patient's pulse, let alone the symptoms. How could he possibly cure the patient?

Dozens of eyes were watching He Ping intently, and he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

He had just boasted that if he couldn't cure the lady, wouldn't she think he was playing with her and ruin his reputation?

Most importantly, the head of the gang is already on his way. If he can't cure the noble lady's illness, he will definitely disappoint the head of the gang, and his colleagues will laugh at him and directly take away his title as chief physician!

He Ping was filled with regret.

He shouldn't have treated the lady. He was too rash and underestimated her strange illness. Even traditional Chinese medicine families were helpless with it, so how could he be 100% sure?

The butler stared intently at He Ping, and seeing his serious expression, asked anxiously,

"Dr. He, what exactly is wrong with my wife?"

The noble lady breathed softly, and together with the other doctors, looked at He Ping, waiting for him to announce the results.

He Ping was filled with fear; cold sweat trickled down his neck, soaking his back. He was now on the verge of execution, and after a moment's thought, he said earnestly...

"Judging from the pulse, the lady's pulse is floating, thin and soft, with chest tightness and shortness of breath, indicating that her vital energy is not in balance. She also has numbness and pain in her limbs, and her tongue is red with little coating. This is because cold pathogens have invaded her body due to her weakness."

"So, the lady is possessed by an evil spirit!" The doctors were shocked and their faces paled.

In Traditional Chinese Medicine, "evil qi" refers to the pathogenic factors that cause stagnation in the five internal organs and six bowels when the body's qi and blood are circulating, leading to illness.

After hearing the explanation, the lady asked, "Now that the cause of the illness has been found, is there a way to treat it?"

He Ping shook his head, "It's a pity. Not to mention that the evil poison is ever-changing and difficult to overcome, it has now invaded your lady's internal organs, and there is no cure!"

After the doctors finished digesting the information, they whispered among themselves, deeply shocked.

"So it was possession by an evil spirit. This strange disease is said to have only been seen a few hundred years ago. No wonder we couldn't detect it!"

"Dr. He's medical skills are superb. He was able to diagnose the symptoms of the evil poison, which shows that he has a wealth of experience that even traditional Chinese medicine families cannot match."

"But the evil poison has invaded the body, and even if Shennong were alive, he would be powerless to save it."

He Ping's words, along with the opinions of the doctors, left the noblewoman's mind blank.

Her lips were pale, and a fleeting look of deathly despair crossed her face.

The butler asked incredulously, "Our lady is pampered and cautious in everything she does. How could she be possessed? This is absurd!"

The lady clutched her chest, coughing forcefully, her voice hoarse and low, "Dr. He, is there really no possibility of curing my illness?"

He Ping said apologetically, "It's too late. I tried my best, but I could only save your wife's life by one month. Please accept my condolences."

The noblewoman's body stiffened, and her fingers trembled slightly. Despite her fear of death, she maintained the dignified and elegant demeanor of a high-ranking lady, showing no sign of fear or embarrassment.

"A month is fine, at least I'll have a chance to see what my daughter-in-law looks like..." The noblewoman forced a smile and murmured softly.

"Heh." Yu Jinzhao laughed after watching the whole thing.

In the solemn and heavy atmosphere, her mocking sneer suddenly rang out, immediately drawing everyone's attention.

Everyone turned around and discovered a young and beautiful stranger in the back hall, standing out conspicuously among the many older doctors.

She crossed her arms, looking like she was watching a good show, which the doctors saw as disrespectful to life, and they couldn't help but frown.

"Who are you?" He Ping scolded. "You really don't know the rules. We are treating a patient, it's a matter of life and death, what are you laughing at?"

Yu Jinzhao stepped forward, her smile deepening, her bright, fox-like eyes revealing a chilling, captivating quality.

"I laugh at your lies! Your lady is not possessed at all!"