Chapter 11: His Illness Isn’t Easy to Treat

Not long after Lu Fanyi left the teahouse, a sharp pain suddenly surged through his chest.

His face instantly turned pale.

He clenched his teeth, pressing his hand tightly against his chest. His knees gave way, and he collapsed directly to the ground.

The guards and attendants responsible for protecting Lu Fanyi rushed forward in fright.

“Young Master, what’s wrong?” An attendant supported Lu Fanyi, panic evident in his voice.

If something happened to their master, none of the people accompanying him could escape punishment.

A guard grabbed a passerby and quickly asked where the nearest medical clinic was.

“Just one street ahead, then turn left. You’ll see Wen’an Hall.”

Without hesitation, the guard picked up Lu Fanyi and ran in the direction the passerby had pointed.

Tang Chaoyang, along with Lyu’er, also followed them to Wen’an Hall.

By the time they entered the clinic, the resident physician was already checking Lu Fanyi’s pulse. He frowned and said, “Qi and blood are stagnant, heart yang is exhausted. Bring Suhexiang pills immediately.”

An assistant hurried to fetch the medicine while the physician prepared for emergency acupuncture.

However, at that moment, Lu Fanyi’s intense chest pain had already caused him to go into shock.

The physician took out silver needles and began acupuncture swiftly.

But moments later—

His expression changed drastically. He stopped and checked Lu Fanyi’s pulse again.

There was no longer any pulse.

He shook his head helplessly and said in a low voice, “The patient has no breath left…”

The attendant, upon hearing this, collapsed to his knees with a loud thud. “Young Master!”

The guard’s expression darkened—if the Young Master died, they were all doomed.

“I can try to save him,” Tang Chaoyang said, having already taken off her veiled hat and handed it to Lyu’er. Her face was still covered, showing only a pair of beautiful eyes.

She hadn’t spoken earlier because even if she had, they wouldn’t have let her try to save him.

The guard turned and looked at Tang Chaoyang in surprise and hope. “You have a way?”

But seeing how young she looked, he hesitated.

Tang Chaoyang stepped forward. The attendant quickly made way. She stood beside Lu Fanyi and motioned to the guard.

“You, come here. Watch what I do. Place the heel of one palm here, then overlap your other hand on top. Interlace your fingers. Press down—watch carefully, I’m pressing about an inch and a half deep. Thirty compressions, then pause.”

The guard had martial training and picked it up quickly just by watching once.

Tang Chaoyang tilted Lu Fanyi’s head back, lifted his chin, pointed to his mouth, and said to the guard, “Blow air into his mouth.”

The guard was stunned and didn’t move.

“Hurry! Otherwise, he really will die!” Tang Chaoyang snapped.

Startled by her sharp tone, the guard gritted his teeth—his own life was at stake too—and followed her instructions.

After he gave two breaths, Tang Chaoyang resumed the chest compressions while she quickly inserted acupuncture needles into several key acupoints.

The resident physician stood silently, watching without interrupting. It was the first time he’d seen this kind of emergency treatment.

Other patients in the clinic held their breath, not daring to speak. Someone whispered very quietly, “He’s already stopped breathing. Can he still be saved?”

“No idea. Let’s wait and see.”

Tang Chaoyang checked his pulse again and removed the needles. “He’s breathing again. Feed him the Suhexiang pills. From here on, the physician can continue his treatment.”

The guard and attendant were immensely grateful to Tang Chaoyang—her actions had saved several lives.

After parting ways with Fei Yan, Ling Gurong happened to pass by Wen’an Hall with his guards and Chief Steward Feng.

He overheard someone say a person had been brought back from the dead.

That skilled?

He raised an eyebrow and entered the clinic.

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Tang Chaoyang had already put her veiled hat back on.

As Ling Gurong entered the clinic, he saw the woman who had been in the teahouse earlier.

She calmly stretched out a slender, jade-like hand to the guard in front of her.

Her hand was white as snow.

Noble ladies often paid great attention to hand care—some even spent dozens or hundreds of taels of silver on ointments.

Tang Chaoyang, however, used a hand lotion she made herself. It worked well and was cheap.

Ling Gurong’s eyes shifted from her delicate fingers.

The guard across from her was stunned.

Tang Chaoyang spoke calmly and steadily, “His life was saved—how much is it worth?”

The guard quickly nodded. He handed over all the silver he had, along with the silver notes carried by the attendants, to Tang Chaoyang.

“Doctor, I know this isn’t enough. Once the Young Master wakes, we’ll bring more to you. Where can we find you then?”

With such amazing medical skills, knowing her whereabouts would certainly be helpful.

Everyone in the clinic perked up their ears to listen.

“Mm, these one thousand plus taels will do.” Tang Chaoyang secretly sighed—Lu Fanyi’s life was worth far more. And yet she was accepting just this?

Ling Gurong had sharp eyes. He noticed how Tang Chaoyang deftly and smoothly put away the money, and silently smiled.

Interesting.

From her actions, it was clear she loved money—yet she deliberately pretended to regret taking so little.

As Tang Chaoyang prepared to leave, the guard didn’t dare stop her—he feared offending the miracle doctor.

But at that moment, Ling Gurong and his two companions were standing at the door, blocking the way.

Tang Chaoyang couldn’t get out.

Ling Gurong bowed respectfully. “Doctor, may I trouble you to examine me? I’ll pay whatever it takes.”

Chief Steward Feng was shocked—the emperor had actually lowered himself to bow to a woman?

More importantly, His Majesty was in perfect health!

But someone was offering money—there was no reason to refuse.

She needed silver to provide a good life for her son.

She was just a materialistic person!

Tang Chaoyang looked closely at the middle-aged man’s face through her veil. After a moment, she narrowed her eyes. “You’re wearing a disguise?”

Ling Gurong’s disguise was hard to detect. He didn’t expect her to notice.

Disguised as a middle-aged man, Ling Gurong calmly admitted, “Yes.”

The group walked out of the clinic and stood by the street. Tang Chaoyang told him, “Hold out your hand. I’ll check your pulse first.”

Ling Gurong looked a bit surprised. “Right here?”

On the street?

“Where else? Where do you want to go?” Tang Chaoyang asked, confused.

She genuinely didn’t understand. Wasn’t it normal to treat someone wherever they were?

“If you don’t want a check-up, then forget it. Judging by your look, you probably aren’t seriously ill.” Tang Chaoyang was in a hurry to buy things for her son.

“I do want it,” Ling Gurong said, stretching out his wrist.

His fingers were long, his rolled-up sleeve revealing a small section of wheat-colored forearm that looked strong and powerful.

The guard watching him stared at Tang Chaoyang intently—if she made one wrong move, her head would fly off instantly.

Tang Chaoyang glanced at the guard, then withdrew her gaze and placed her fingers on the man’s wrist with swift precision.

“Your pulse is steady and strong. Relax. Don’t be nervous.”

Ling Gurong’s gaze landed on her fingers on his wrist.

Her nails were neatly trimmed and pink.

The imperial physicians had said he was perfectly healthy.

He was just curious and wanted to test her skills.

Tang Chaoyang withdrew her hand, looked at him, and said, “Your condition… will take at least one to two years to treat.”

“……”

Ling Gurong, who had just been so confident in his good health, raised an eyebrow.

This woman’s medical skills might not be that great after all.

The imperial physicians said he was fine!

“Thank you. Then may I ask, what illness do I have?” he asked calmly.

Tang Chaoyang had originally planned to suggest going elsewhere to talk.

But just then, the guard stepped forward. “Master, there’s an urgent matter at home.”

Ling Gurong nodded and turned to Chief Steward Feng. “Give her one hundred taels.”

Even if her medical skills seemed questionable, he had already promised a fee—so he would keep his word.

Chief Steward Feng respectfully handed the money to the woman before him.

He thought to himself how bold this woman was—daring to lie and even take money for it.

Ling Gurong turned and left.

Tang Chaoyang looked at the money in her hand and blinked.

Seeing the man had already boarded the carriage, she helplessly shook her head.

His condition… really wasn’t easy to treat.

It might even affect his fertility.

A man without heirs could easily lose confidence.

This time, she had taken the money without treating him—an easy profit.