Chapter 136: Divine Doctor—She Is a Divine Doctor

“Divine doctor… they all say you’re a divine doctor… I’m begging you… I’ll kowtow to you…”

Thud, thud, thud—the middle-aged woman’s forehead slammed heavily against the ground.

The rough gravel scraped her skin, and her forehead quickly turned bright red.

Chu Yue was holding a wooden stick in her left hand and pulling Lu Yuanbao with her right, leaving her no way to help the woman up. Thankfully, Han Shi, who had been stunned at first, quickly came to his senses.

“Auntie Qi, what are you doing here too!” Han Shi immediately stepped forward to stop her. “Don’t kowtow, Auntie Qi! It’s not allowed anymore—we don’t kowtow anymore in this day and age. Please get up, don’t make things difficult for Comrade Chu.”

The village blacksmith’s surname was Qi, commonly referred to as Old Qi by the villagers. This poor middle-aged woman hadn’t been called by her name in years—everyone simply called her Auntie Qi.

Her name wasn’t on the list of people coming today.

She had heard that they were going to find Chu Yue—the divine doctor who delivered the cow’s calf on New Year’s Eve. So, without saying a word, she followed quietly at the end of the group, trekking the entire mountain trail on foot. She finally got to see Chu Yue in person.

She had never had children in her life. She had seen barefoot doctors, drank talisman water from temples, even ate ashes from incense burners. She had listened to blind fortune tellers…

She had tried everything. But no children meant no children.

Her only wish in life was to have a child. In utter despair, Qi the blacksmith happened to run into Li Jinxiang, who was selling a child. The couple gritted their teeth and did the only outrageous thing they’d ever done in their lives: they bought a child.

That child… fair and tender, so beautiful, cried loudly with strength—such a good child…

Their dark little house was finally filled with the sound of a child’s cries. She had a child. She could be a mother.

That joy—pure and overwhelming—only lasted for half a day.
Because with the arrival of Chu Yue and Lu Zhanlin… the child was gone again.

She never knew what it felt like to have a child—until she had one, even if only for a few hours.
And now that she’d had it and lost it… the pain was like a thousand cuts, unbearable.

“She’s a divine doctor… truly a divine doctor…”

That sentence she had once overheard near the village clinic kept echoing in her mind, becoming her only sliver of hope in the midst of daily sorrow.

Maybe… maybe Chu Yue could help her.

Which brought her to this moment.

Thin and small, Auntie Qi knelt on the ground. When Han Shi tried to help her up the first time, he failed—she struggled free with surprising strength.

“Auntie Qi, whatever it is, let’s talk it out standing up. No need to kneel,” Han Shi said again, and this time at least managed to stop her from continuing to kowtow.

Chu Yue remembered everything that had happened that New Year’s Eve. Looking at the deep red bruise on Auntie Qi’s forehead, she finally let out a sigh of helplessness.

“Get up first. Come with Captain Han to my house. Let’s sit down and talk through the situation.”

Hearing that Chu Yue had agreed, Han Shi breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly said, “Comrade Chu is willing to see you. Quick, get up! Come on, get up!”

Only then did Auntie Qi stand, her eyes instantly reddening as she lowered her head to wipe away her tears.

“Thank you, divine doctor! Thank you!”

On the way back to the courtyard.

Song Hongmei quietly asked Chu Yue,
“Chu Meizi, you know how to treat illnesses?”

“…I only learned a little here and there from the old village doctor. It’s all scattered knowledge—I only know a bit on the surface,” Chu Yue replied tactfully.

Song Hongmei didn’t believe that explanation. From the very first day Chu Yue arrived at the compound, she helped Wang Chunling give birth—that was Western medicine.
Then on New Year’s Eve, she delivered a calf—that was veterinary medicine.
And she’d also heard Chu Yue had treated Commander He’s wife—that was traditional Chinese medicine.

It was true Chu Yue had learned a mix of things, but it definitely wasn’t just superficial knowledge.

This young woman… is hiding her true abilities.

Song Hongmei looked at Chu Yue with increasingly complex emotions.

At the same time, while the crowd had mostly dispersed and the onlookers who had come for the drama should have gone home one by one, someone hadn’t moved at all and just stood there, frozen.

“Wang Xiulan, what’s going on with you? Why are you just standing there in a daze? Want to catch a cold? Hurry up and go home!” Leng Dahua turned around to look at Wang Xiulan, full of confusion.

Another sister-in-law next to her immediately said,
“Can’t you tell what’s going on? Didn’t you hear what that woman came to see Chu Meizi for just now? It was because she wanted a child—she came to treat infertility. Wang Xiulan’s been married for ten years, and her belly still hasn’t shown any signs.”

Earlier, when Wang Xiulan’s husband had motion sickness and threw up, she had cried and gotten angry, saying how unfair it was that he could throw up, but she couldn’t—because she wanted to have morning sickness.

She… just wanted to experience pregnancy nausea.

Seeing other women nauseated, vomiting, and unable to eat from pregnancy, she couldn’t help but feel jealous.

Chen Fengying didn’t have a close relationship with Wang Xiulan, but when someone put it so bluntly, Wang Xiulan’s face turned completely red with embarrassment—it was too much to watch.

Chen Fengying called out,
“Alright, that’s enough. Why do you have to stab someone right in the heart to feel happy?”

“What? Wang Xiulan’s never stabbed anyone in the heart before? She can talk but I can’t? It’s not like I said anything wrong.”

“Fine, fine, you’re not wrong. But this isn’t the time to say it, is it? Imagine how awful Wang Xiulan must feel right now. We finally got rid of that old hag, such a happy occasion. Come on, let’s go to my place for tea and sunflower seeds.”

Leng Dahua pulled the gossipy woman away directly.

Chen Fengying walked up to Wang Xiulan.
“Xiulan, don’t just stand there. Go home.”

Wang Xiulan suddenly snapped out of her daze. Her eyes moved, and she quickly reached out, tightly grabbing Chen Fengying’s wrist.

The sudden movement startled Chen Fengying.

Wang Xiulan looked at her with wide, desperate eyes and asked anxiously,
“Fengying! Out of all of us here, you’ve been closest to Chu Meizi these days. Is she really that good at medicine? Can she really treat infertility? Can she really do it?”

“…How would I know that?” Chen Fengying replied, a little awkwardly. “When I talk to Chu Meizi, it’s just small talk and cooking. I’m not sick or anything, so we never talk about medical stuff.”

Wang Xiulan’s expression darkened a little upon hearing that, but her eyes soon lit up again.

That obsessive gleam in her gaze was exactly like Aunt Qi, who had just knelt down and kowtowed to Chu Yue—desperately clinging to the tiniest ray of hope.

“Chu Meizi can do it… she definitely can… She even knows how to deliver babies. She saved a baby with the umbilical cord wrapped around its neck… She even treated Madam He… she’s that amazing… She must be able to… You all heard it just now—that person called Chu Meizi a miracle doctor. A miracle doctor!”