Seeing Ye Shen standing politely under the streetlight at the villa entrance, Minister Xu immediately got out of the car and shook hands with Ye Shen.
"Third Young Master Ye, I heard that the mansion received a young Traditional Chinese Medicine doctor with the surname Si, who prescribed medicine for Mr. Mo for three days. Did Mr. Mo take the third prescription?"
"He did. What of it?"
"This is bad, very bad indeed!"
Minister Xu relayed what Elder Song had told him to Ye Shen, a troubled expression on his face as he said, "Third Young Master Ye, this Miss Si is nothing but a half-baked Jianghu Doctor. You don’t even know the extent of her medical skills. How could you recklessly let him drink the herbal medicine she prepared?"
Ye Shen said, "Half-baked? I think her skills are quite impressive. My nephew’s illness left the best doctors in the Imperial Capital at a loss, yet she cured him instantly. In contrast, some so-called revered masters of Chinese medicine, well... their medical ethics are hardly commendable."
Once everyone had entered the living room, Ye Shen couldn’t even be bothered to look at Elder Song and Song Pianlan. Even when it came to serving tea, he only had the butler pour for Minister Xu and the three scholars from the Traditional Medicine Research Institute, completely ignoring Elder Song and Song Pianlan.
Song Pianlan was not annoyed but instead explained with utmost sincerity, "Third Young Master Ye, I’m to blame for this. My grandfather was just anxious because my parents kept pressuring me to marry, to the point where he publicly sought a spouse for me on television, stating no care for background. In his urgency, he resorted to desperate measures. He’s actually very concerned about Mr. Mo’s illness. The moment he noticed something wrong with the prescription Si Mingjing had given, he rushed over."
Ye Shen just smiled, not taking a word of Song Pianlan’s seriously.
He’d seen too many of those who would do anything to climb the social ladder—what feigned necessity?
Seeing through it all but not voicing it, Ye Shen said indifferently, "Elder Song truly is thoughtful. But my brother is doing very well; there’s nothing wrong. Please leave if there’s nothing else. I have important matters to attend to and no time to listen to your alarmist talk."
Impossible! Song Pianlan simply didn’t believe it and said urgently, "Third Young Master Ye, you really can’t just let him take Si Mingjing’s prescription carelessly. Mr. Mo will have a very hard time tonight. Please inform Mr. Mo and let my grandfather diagnose him. There might still be time, but if it’s too late, I fear that..."
"Yes, Third Young Master Ye, the three of us agree on this point."
The three scholars from the Traditional Medicine Research Institute also had grave expressions.
One of the scholars, surnamed Li, also came from a family of traditional Chinese doctors. Although he was somewhat inferior to Elder Song, his medical expertise was still significant.
Speaking on professional matters, Scholar Li believed he had the right to speak. "We have looked over the prescription, and it is indeed unsuitable. Surely, after Mr. Mo took his medicine, he would have suffered a continuous high fever, relentless night sweats, and chills throughout his body, making it unbearable. I suppose he can’t even get out of bed today?"
The butler, attentive as ever, whispered beside Ye Shen, "Third Young Master, His Excellency indeed did not get out of bed today. He only came downstairs at night to cook a bowl of bird’s nest porridge and fry some Xiaosu meat."
"My brother actually didn’t get out of bed today?"
Ye Shen’s expression became slightly solemn. He had been out all day and had only returned at nine in the evening, unaware of this matter.
Ye Shen grew concerned.
With that, Ye Shen quickly ascended the stairs.
Witnessing Ye Shen’s hurried pace, Song Pianlan felt even more confident in her position. In her eyes, Si Mingjing, that slip of a girl from Prison Star who hadn’t even attended elementary school, how could she possibly know medicine?
Si Mingjing’s prescription would surely spell doom for Mo Yinhe!
And she, she was about to turn the tide!
To become the hero of the hour!
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