Jiang Yuanran looked at him. “If you keep delaying, your two wives will die. Your obstruction is clearly harming them!”

“Or perhaps… you never intended for them to survive in the first place!”

Liu Er’s expression faltered as his true intentions were exposed.

He didn’t dare meet Jiang Yuanran’s gaze. “I… I’m just afraid you’ll use this chance to act against me!”

“Oh?” Jiang Yuanran curled his lips into a smirk. “What benefit would I gain from their deaths?”

Liu Er stammered, “Ob-Obviously to silence them forever!”

Jiang Yuanran’s voice turned cold. “They are already half-dead. If I wanted to silence someone, wouldn’t it be easier to just kill you?”

Liu Er panicked, unable to form a response.

But he wasn’t too worried—after all, that poison had been given to him by a certain noble lady.

One dose, and not even the gods could save them.

Taking advantage of the moment, Jiang Yuanxi pulled in two physicians.

“Save them. We have money.”

With lives on the line, the physicians dared not be careless.

“Young Master, the poison has spread deep into their hearts and lungs—even divine intervention might not be enough to save them.”

Hearing this, Liu Er raised his eyebrows smugly, while the crowd murmured in outrage.

“Your Lan Fang Pavilion has harmed my wife—this is an unforgivable crime! I demand justice!”

“This is outright murder for profit! What kind of business are you running?!”

“That’s right! Two lives—can you take responsibility for this?”

“My wife bought this product from you just days ago! You must compensate us!”

…

As the situation spiraled out of control, Jiang Yuanxi’s anger flared.

“Who says they can’t be saved?!”

The two physicians scoffed. “Such arrogance, child. The poison has reached their lungs—how could they possibly survive?”

Jiang Yuanxi put her hands on her hips. “I can save them!”

Madam Chen was taken aback. Yuanxi had always been extraordinarily gifted, but could she truly heal people as well?

Even these two renowned physicians were powerless—how could a child manage it?

Liu Er sneered. “If you can cure them, I’ll eat shit standing on my head!”

He recognized these doctors as the most esteemed in the region. If they couldn’t help, how could this little brat?

Jiang Yuanran hesitated. “Yuanxi, are you sure you can save them?”

“I can. I need acupuncture needles.”

Seeing how serious the child was, Doctor Liang hurriedly handed her his medical kit and extracted a set of silver needles.

Jiang Yuanxi selected one and approached one of the unconscious women.

“First, the Renzhong (Philtrum) acupoint… then Shaoshang… What was the fifth point again?” She scratched her head, holding back the needle.

One of the doctors scoffed. “You can’t even hold the needle steady, and you don’t know the acupoints. Such arrogance from a mere child.”

Jiang Yuanran watched anxiously. Why had she stopped?

“Oh! I remember now—Shenmai!”

Jiang Yuanran sighed. Could she really revive them like this? It felt like she was just playing around.

Doctor Liang stepped closer and whispered, “Miss, is this the legendary Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles?”

Jiang Yuanxi turned and grinned. “Oh, you know about that?”

[Seems like secretly learning from the Medical Sage was useful after all.]

Jiang Yuanran: Who’s the Medical Sage?!

Doctor Liang was stunned, his eyes locked onto Jiang Yuanxi’s hands.

Because she was still young, her hands were unsteady, and her accuracy was lacking. Each needle took great effort.

Doctor Liang offered, “I can assist you in administering the needles, Miss. Just tell me where to place them.”

“Here, here, here!” Jiang Yuanxi quickly hopped aside, afraid he might change his mind. Acupuncture was exhausting!

“Next, insert the needle at…”

Working together, they finally completed the treatment.

Doctor Liang suddenly burst into laughter. “I’ve lived over fifty years, and I never thought I’d see the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles in action! Miss, please accept my bow—starting today, you are my master!”

The entire crowd gasped in shock.

Doctor Liang was actually bowing to a little child?! How skilled was she?!

Jiang Yuanxi wiped nonexistent sweat from her forehead. “I don’t take disciples. But since I taught you, you should have learned it by now—use it well.”

“Thank you, Miss!” Doctor Liang knelt and kowtowed.

[I stole the technique anyway. Back then, the Medical Sage chased me for three days and nights for sneaking into his study.]

[That old geezer was so stingy—not only did he refuse to teach me, he wouldn’t even let me practice on his grandson!]

Jiang Yuanran coughed violently.

Unbelievable!

Was his little sister a demon in disguise? Not only did she steal knowledge, she wanted to use someone’s grandson as a test subject?! No wonder she got chased!

The other physician looked absolutely regretful.

Meanwhile, Liu Er was growing increasingly nervous, his eyes locked on the two unconscious women.

Then—

Cough, cough! One of them woke up!

Gasps erupted from the crowd.

“She’s awake!”

“She really woke up!”

“The other one is moving too!”

“This little girl is incredible!”

Chuntao was overwhelmed with joy. “Miss is a miracle worker! She must be a little goddess sent from the heavens!” She vowed to build a shrine in Jiang Yuanxi’s honor when she returned home.

The blue tint faded from the women’s faces, and color returned to their cheeks. In just a few moments, they were able to sit up.

Liu Er was so terrified that he could barely stand.

Seizing the moment, he tried to flee, but Jiang Yuanran had anticipated this and grabbed him by the collar.

“Where are you going? Your wives have woken up—shouldn’t you at least say a few words to them?”

Liu Er was thrown onto his knees in front of the two women.

“Rou-niang… Xi-niang…” Liu Er’s legs trembled, his lips quivering.

The two women stood up and bowed deeply to Jiang Yuanxi.

“Thank you, Miss, for saving our lives!” they said in unison.

Jiang Yuanxi waved a hand dismissively. She was too busy chewing on dried meat, her cheeks puffed up like a little pufferfish.

“Mmf, no thanks,” she mumbled.

She pointed at Liu Er, her voice muffled. “Dog.”

The two women were confused. “Miss, what do you mean?”

[He poisoned you both. The poison is still on him. Ugh, I ate too much—I can’t talk properly right now.]

Jiang Yuanran pursed his lips and explained, “My sister means that Liu Er poisoned you.”

At his words, Liu Er immediately began knocking his head against the ground.

“Rou-niang! Xi-niang! It wasn’t me! Don’t believe them!”

“Not you?!” Rou-niang snapped. “Even while we were poisoned, we heard you conspiring with that noble lady to frame Lan Fang Pavilion! Did you think we were deaf?!”

Xi-niang delivered a sharp slap across his face.

“You ungrateful wretch! Just for five hundred taels, you were willing to kill us both? I’m taking you to the authorities!”

Rou-niang and Xi-niang grabbed Liu Er like a pair of hawks snatching up a chick and dragged him away.

Liu Er was filled with regret. He should never have been greedy for those five hundred taels, never coveted his wives’ wealth. Now, everything was ruined!

“Liu Er? Isn’t he that son-in-law from West Street?” someone in the crowd recognized him.

“The one who’s scared of his wife? He actually dared to poison them?!”

“So Lan Fang Pavilion really was framed!”

“But my wife used that product too, and she got mouth sores. She couldn’t eat for days!”

Jiang Yuanran stepped forward. “Everyone, the products from Lan Fang Pavilion are made with the finest ingredients—there’s no way they could cause such issues.”

“If you’ve had problems, then something else is at play. Perhaps you should carefully consider where you bought your items before making any accusations.”

Suddenly, a voice called out—

“I remember now! It was from the shop next door—Fa Cai Ju!”