425, Planning (3 more)
Fortunately, she had lost her memory, or else…
Lady Liang shivered involuntarily.
In her heart, she understood that the assassin had failed to kill.
She must not act rashly any longer.
She needed to wait and see, biding her time for a fatal blow.
Xie Zhinuan’s notice had been posted in several places; to the common people, ten wen was indeed a significant sum.
For those who were ill and couldn’t afford to see a doctor or buy medicine, it was undoubtedly a lifeline. Despite it being the inauspicious second day of the new year to seek medical treatment, some had already gone to inquire at the Xie Mansion, asking when it would start and where the pulse diagnosis would take place.
There were also a few local hooligans who thought Xie Zhinuan was beautiful and lovely; to have her touch their wrist was an extremely pleasant thought.
So they were all the more eager to wait.
After hearing this, Xie Zhinuan directly instructed them to go to “Kechanglai”, where they could come already on the second day.
She had not expected so many people to come.
She was taking pulses in the inner courtyard, while a long queue had formed outside.
“Silly girl, Xiaoyuan, tell those who are sick to line up on one side and those who are not on the other, those willing to let me diagnose and prescribe medicine on one side!” Xie Zhinuan ordered.
Uncle Deaf was assisting her on the side.
Xie Zhinuan was taking pulses and intended to be direct, but Silly Girl insisted she use a silk handkerchief to avoid skin contact with the patients’ wrists.
Xie Zhinuan felt this was also good.
After all, it was only a bit of fabric.
The pulse of a healthy person is indeed different, strong and vigorous, while the pulse of an ill person is chaotic, weak, and irregular.
She first took the pulses of the healthy, but actually diagnosed a few people, looking at them hesitatingly.
She put it mildly, “My medical skills are limited, you’d better find time to see a proper doctor!”
Xie Zhinuan said no more after that.
For those who were sick but couldn’t afford treatment, Xie Zhinuan could identify their illnesses quite accurately, which matched their symptoms, yet she did not prescribe any medicine but rather gave them a tael of silver.
Those truly destitute patients, whose families were completely impoverished, were the ones hoping Xie Zhinuan would prescribe medicines.
“I can prescribe medicine, but there’s one condition, you must sign a contract stating, after taking my medicine, your fate is your own!”
Xie Zhinuan reassured them, “Don’t worry, I will invite the best doctors from the county town to discuss the feasibility of the prescriptions with me. If the prescriptions I make are not suitable, I will consult with the doctors and revise them for you!”
But the same sentence held true, fate is in your own hands.
She contemplated giving them Spiritual Spring Water, but she still thought it was better to rely solely on her own medical skills.
The local hooligans, who had entered joking and smiling, saw Silly Girl standing by with a long sword, staring at them with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile.
And seeing Xie Zhinuan sitting there so kindly and warmly, dressed in a big red jacket with fox fur trim, her eyes gentle and pure, they suddenly felt ashamed. After sitting down, they didn’t dare act out of line.
As ruffians, they inevitably got beaten, and many had hidden injuries. Some might have healed, but left chronic problems.
Xie Zhinuan pointed out each one, advising them to be more careful in the future.
Her voice was gentle, and she did not look down on them for their blatant stares, truly embodying medical skill and kindness to the fullest.
“Thank, thank-y, thank you, Miss!” they stuttered.
Xie Zhinuan chuckled lightly, “Can’t you decide whether to call me by my name or to thank me?”
They had come together and felt somewhat embarrassed by Xie Zhinuan’s playful jab.
“Both, both-we thank you so much for giving us a checkup. If there’s anything we can do for you in the future, just call, and we’ll be there!”
Upon hearing this, Xie Zhinuan looked up.
She remembered a saying, “Those who boast of their righteousness often bully the weak; the ungrateful ones are usually the educated.”
Chapter 427