It’s a shame Ji Youcheng’s face was covered with a veil; otherwise, Zhu Xiuxiu would have instinctively said, "Not good!" upon seeing it.
Her handsome husband was done for.
"Let’s go upstairs and talk. Let Second Brother handle the matters outside."
Zhu Xiuxiu had said all that needed to be said; the rest was up to Ji Youran.
Over there, Ji Youran approached to take Second Master Li’s pulse. Li Yanyan, standing nearby, stared intently at him. She felt as though she had seen this man somewhere before. And the middle-aged woman she’d seen earlier, holding the person who seemed to be a jinx, also looked familiar.
After Ji Youran took Second Master Li’s pulse and examined his leg, he heard the old doctor ask, "Mr. Ji, what’s the patient’s condition?"
"It’s quite complicated," Ji Youran replied. "I’ve never encountered such a condition, and I fear his legs can’t be saved."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old doctor’s astonished voice reached his ears. "Ah! They really can’t be saved?"
Ji Youran looked at him. "Oh? Do you have a different opinion?"
The old doctor hastily shook his head. "No, it’s just that a child said the same thing earlier."
Upon hearing this, Ji Youran’s eyes lit up. "Someone else made the same judgment? And it was just a child?"
The old doctor nodded and was about to speak when a medicine boy emerged from the inner room. The boy whispered something in Ji Youran’s ear, causing him to grow excited. So it’s that little girl, Xiaosuisui, who has come! I was wondering what kind of child could possess such a talent for medicine. It’s her!
Ji Youran, now intensely excited, stood up and declared, "To save his life, his legs must be amputated. Otherwise, if the condition spreads to his upper thighs, his life will be in danger."
With that said, he turned and left.
The old doctor quickly called out to him, "Sir, you’re leaving just like that?"
Ji Youran glanced at him. "If I don’t leave, then what? For such a straightforward condition, do you expect me to personally intervene? It’s just amputating a pair of legs. Can’t you even manage that?"
The old doctor’s face flushed. If disciples from the Medicine King Residence couldn’t even handle this, it would be incredibly humiliating.
"Yes! I can handle it!"
"Mhm!" Ji Youran nodded and finally instructed, "Amputating his legs is easy, but preventing infection is crucial. Otherwise, even if the legs are amputated, he could die from wound infection. The odds are fifty-fifty, whether you treat him or not!"
With that, he turned and left.
"Sir, please wait!"
An urgent voice from behind stopped Ji Youran. He paused and looked back to see a middle-aged man, likely in his thirties or older.
"Yes?" Ji Youran asked.
"Sir, please, I beg you to treat our Second Master’s legs. You must save them."
Ji Youran shook his head. "I don’t have the time."
He genuinely didn’t have time. Xiaosuisui had gone to Third Brother’s place, and he figured Third Brother was probably trying to coax something out of her. After all, Third Brother was a shrewd businessman, always amassing rare treasures.
"Sir, we are from the Li Clan of the capital. Please, help treat him. Otherwise..."
Ji Youran chuckled. "Otherwise?"
The middle-aged man said, "As a doctor, if you refuse to treat a patient, perhaps you no longer need those hands."
"Are you threatening me?" Ji Youran’s expression suddenly turned serious and icy. Instantly, the middle-aged man felt a bone-chilling intent wash over him.
"You... you’re a doctor!" the man stammered. "Isn’t your duty to heal the sick and save lives? Besides, we’re not just from the Li Clan; this man is also the father of our Great Han Country’s Little Lucky Star. If you cure him, there will be unexpected benefits for you!"