She seemed to have a hint of disdain in her eyes, yet the tall and sturdy woman looked embarrassed, unsure of what to say. She could only mutter to herself that Doctor Yun lived up to his reputation, his sharp tongue no less formidable than it had been in the past.
Yun Ge brought the man she had found on the way back to Medicine Valley, and during the pulse diagnosis, she was slightly startled. His body was severely depleted; someone had taken care of him for a while, but it seemed he had later suffered a disaster, interrupting the care. However, the pulse was interesting; she faintly felt that the other party’s medical skill might be no less than her own.
In the following days, Yun Ge had people spread the word, and many rushed to Medicine Valley seeking medicine to save their lives. Yun Ge was ruthless; she didn’t care about their backgrounds or pasts, as long as they could pay, she would save them all.
During this time, the man she had picked up showed some improvement. Although he had not yet awakened due to a serious head injury, his cheeks were gradually becoming rosier.
One day, a middle-aged woman with a sickly yellow complexion came to Medicine Valley.
"A Divine Doctor, there really is a Divine Doctor here? So what that person said was true!"
Her appearance radiated ecstatic joy. It seemed she was poor, and she begged the Divine Doctor to save her life, claiming she had an incurable disease. Yet she was ridiculed by the people outside Medicine Valley.
Only then did the middle-aged woman realize that although the Divine Doctor Yun of Medicine Valley had a reputation for being a miraculous healer, he did not treat people for free. Many officials and nobles had sent cartloads of silver into Medicine Valley, yet still had to wait in line, while commoners like her, without money or influence, probably had no choice but to wait for death.
But the middle-aged woman seemed to have an idea. She left and, upon returning, she was seen holding a handful of Purple chervil grass.
"Divine Doctor, save me! Please save me!"
The middle-aged woman’s voice was loud, causing quite a commotion, enough to disturb even Yun Ge.
She came out to the entrance of the valley and saw the middle-aged woman, as well as the Purple chervil grass clutched in her hand. Yun Ge’s expression suddenly changed, then she quickly rushed over. "This Purple chervil grass..." She stared at the Purple chervil grass, but couldn’t snap out of her daze.
The middle-aged woman had already grabbed the sleeve of Yun Ge’s robe: "Someone told me that if I brought seven stalks of Purple chervil grass, you could cure even the most difficult disease, no matter what it is? Please save me, I’ve felt nauseous every day for months, head spinning and wanting to vomit, limbs weak! I’ve traveled thousands of miles from Pingchang Prefecture, because the doctors there couldn’t cure me. Divine Doctor... I beg you to save my life, I have sons and daughters, and husbands at home, I don’t want to die yet!"
Yun Ge, with a pale face, asked urgently, "You said that someone told you to bring seven stalks of Purple chervil grass to find me? Where is that person now!?"
The middle-aged woman was stunned for a moment, then she felt sick again, abruptly retching. Just as she was about to vomit on Yun Ge, a female warrior clad in armor rushed over with a wooden bucket to catch the woman’s effluent.
Yun Ge was frantic. It had been more than two years, and this was the first time she had heard any news of that person!
She checked the woman’s pulse and then quickly stuffed a small pill into her mouth, urging her again, "Tell me quickly, where is she?" She grasped the woman’s arm, unintentionally using force.
The woman’s arm was painfully sore; the Divine Doctor’s strength was too strong, and she felt as if her arm was about to be snapped off.
"She she she..." the woman was shivering, barely able to speak.