Chapter 73: Chapter 75 Coming to Life Chapter 73: Chapter 75 Coming to Life Regarding Old Mrs. Ding’s probing, Qi Qian did not reveal Qin Liuxi’s identity, but only said a few words, “Qian’s distinguished guest,” then picked up the teacup.
Old Mrs. Ding, hearing the words “distinguished guest” and seeing him pick up the teacup, very tactfully bowed slightly and took her granddaughter to leave, still taking a few extra glances at Qin Liuxi before departing.
“It seems like you’re not too fond of the old lady.”
Qi Qian waited until Old Mrs. Ding’s figure was out of sight, then he turned to Qin Liuxi and spoke.
Qin Liuxi said, “You must have eye trouble, where did you see me dislike her?”
“Intuition.” Qi Qian mentally hypnotized himself, reminding himself not to argue with her, as she’s like a little ancestor and should be venerated.
Humphing, Qin Liuxi said, “Then your intuition is wrong. It’s just that the human instinct to flock to fortune and avoid disaster is inborn—it kicks in at crucial times.”
“Hurry up and serve the dishes, I’m hungry.” Qin Liuxi swiftly changed the subject, since there was nothing to talk about. That Old Mrs. Ding was but a stranger to her.
As for whether Old Mrs. Qin wanted to use Magistrate Ding’s connections to lobby for her exiled relatives, she didn’t care to get involved, but clearly, Old Mrs. Qin didn’t need to use them.
Night fell, and the station was lit up brightly. Qin Liuxi, having eaten her fill, waved her hand towards Qi Qian, indicating she was going upstairs, but then she heard a commotion coming from the station’s separate courtyard.
“What’s happening over there?” Some people had already stood up, curious to find out.
Qin Liuxi, however, had no interest in joining the fray and proceeded to ascend the stairs.
In the back courtyard, however, someone rushed into the hall, urgently asking if there was a doctor present as their family head had fainted and needed immediate medical attention.
Qi Qian and others immediately turned their gaze towards Qin Liuxi—here’s where the action starts.
One foot already on the wooden stair, Qin Liuxi: “!”
Seeing Qin Liuxi’s reluctance, Qi Qian said, “If Doctor Qin is tired, you can rest first.”
The address of “Doctor Qin” exposed Qin Liuxi’s identity, and all eyes turned towards her, filled with surprise, skepticism, and disbelief.
This young man is a doctor?
The servant who had come rushing out no longer cared about Qin Liuxi’s authenticity as a physician and, clutching at straws, said, “Young Master, if you know anything about Qi Huang, please take a look at our old master? Saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda!”
Qin Liuxi: As someone from the Mystic Sect, what pagoda nonsense is this!
“It’s not healthy to go to bed right after eating. A walk could be good.” Qin Liuxi withdrew her foot and shot a glance at Qi Qian.
Thanks a lot, hand me the job!
The group made their way to the separate courtyard of the station, and in front of a small building, a richly dressed woman with a weary and sallow face was anxiously glancing inside every now and then. Beside her, a young girl softly comforted her. Judging by the girl’s attire, she should be one of Old Mrs. Ding’s attendants, and Old Mrs. Ding herself was standing a few steps behind them.
Seeing Qi Qian and the others arrive, Miss Ding released the woman and stepped forward to greet Qi Qian with a curtsey, her voice melodious as a golden oriole, “Young Master Qi, Miss Zhou’s husband has suffered an acute syncope and fainted. I don’t know if there’s anyone here knowledgeable in Qi Huang medical practices who can offer some help? If so, would Young Master Qi be so kind as to assist and help resolve Miss Zhou’s urgent plight?”
Qin Liuxi barely resisted whistling—so much for the belief that cloistered ladies are too shy to interact with men; look at how boldly Miss Ding is showcasing herself.
Young Master, look at my beauty and kindness, my eagerness to help others, how I hasten to assist in someone’s desperate hour, truly the kind of lovely bride suitable for any household!
Old Mrs. Ding also accompanied the woman over, saying, “We do have a servant who knows a bit about Qi Huang, but even she cannot discern what has afflicted him.”
“Lady, do you have an accompanying physician who can take my husband’s pulse?” The woman surnamed Zhou, seeing Qi Qian’s distinguished air, couldn’t help but harbor some hope.