Chapter 70 – Are You Sure She’s a Doctor?

“She might come looking for you.”

Song Jiuyuan calmly voiced his thoughts. If the other party held a distinguished identity, Ren Bang would definitely do his best to help.

“Have some water.”

Jiang Wan’s expression remained indifferent as she took out the water pouch from her bamboo basket and distributed it to everyone.

Chen Madam’s pouch didn’t have much water left, so Jiang Wan took the opportunity to mix some spiritual spring water into it.

Her body was weak. Although the fetus wasn’t in serious danger, there were still developmental issues. So… let’s just consider it a favor in light of all the gold and silver treasures in the Chen household.

“Thank you, little sister.”

Chen Madam had become much closer to Jiang Wan. She accepted the water and first gave it to Chen Wenhao before drinking it herself.

It had to be said, Chen Madam was a great mother—something Jiang Wan deeply admired.

As it turned out, Song Jiuyuan wasn’t wrong. Not long after, Ren Bang came rushing over.

“Madam Song, it’s a matter of life and death. Please come with me quickly.”

“Alright.”

Jiang Wan made a show of taking silver needles from her basket and tucking them into her sleeve. Song Jiuyuan, beside her, gave her an encouraging look.

She quickly followed Ren Bang. On the way, he quietly offered her a tip.

“This man has a special identity. If you can save him, your future might be smoother. If you can’t, don’t push yourself too hard—just don’t offend anyone.”

“Got it. Thank you, Brother Ren.”

Jiang Wan genuinely appreciated his reminder. Regardless of identity, in her eyes, there was only a patient.

Soon, she arrived at a carriage surrounded by people. A burly man came into view.

Ren Bang hurriedly stepped forward and introduced Jiang Wan to the man, wearing a serious expression.

“Brother Pan, this is Madam Song. She’s a doctor.”

“Are you sure she’s a doctor? Does she even have a license?”

Pan Hongyan glanced skeptically at Jiang Wan. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe her—it was just hard to imagine such a petite young woman as a skilled physician.

If their accompanying doctor hadn’t suddenly fallen ill and had to rest in town, they wouldn’t have had to go to such lengths.

“Don’t worry, Brother Pan. Madam Song may look young, but her medical skills are top-notch.”

This was the first time Jiang Wan saw Ren Bang smile apologetically for someone else. Clearly, he was right—the person in the carriage must indeed hold a special status.

“For a patient, every moment of hesitation could mean a lost chance to save their life.”

Jiang Wan’s remark made Pan Hongyan widen his eyes, seemingly annoyed. “Quite the sharp tongue, aren’t you?”

Jiang Wan was a little speechless. She said simply, “If you don’t believe me, let me take the pulse through the carriage curtain. If I can diagnose the condition that way, won’t you be more reassured?”

Ren Bang chimed in with agreement, “Yes, Brother Pan. The adult inside can’t be delayed.”

“Fine. But be careful—not a scratch on the Lord.”

Pan Hongyan relented, his tone laced with worry. Then he turned and spoke to the person inside the carriage:

“Let the Lord’s hand out.”

Apparently, there was someone inside tending to the patient. Following Pan Hongyan’s words, a withered hand extended through the curtain.

Jiang Wan was surprised. She had expected the “Lord” to be a middle-aged official. But she quickly masked her expression.

Her fingers gently rested on the pulse. After just a few moments, she furrowed her brows and withdrew her hand.

“The Lord suffers from a chronic heart condition. Though it’s an old ailment, this episode is particularly dangerous. I need to perform acupuncture to ease it.”

With just one sentence, she described the symptoms. Pan Hongyan instinctively looked at Ren Bang.

Ren Bang explained innocently, “Brother Pan, I may know you, but I know nothing about the Lord’s condition.”

He was just an officer in charge of escorting prisoners—not someone privy to such matters. So clearly, this was Jiang Wan’s own diagnosis and had nothing to do with him.

“Very well. Go in. But be careful—if anything happens to the Lord, I won’t forgive you!”

Pan Hongyan growled threateningly at Jiang Wan, expecting her to cower. But she simply nodded and boarded the carriage.

Once inside, Jiang Wan saw an elderly man with a pale complexion lying down. He seemed unconscious, yet even in sleep, his brows were tightly furrowed.

A young attendant respectfully gave her space.

Fortunately, the carriage was spacious enough to accommodate several people. Jiang Wan told the attendant:

“Remove the Lord’s outer robe.”

“Uh…”

The attendant hesitated. Outside, upon hearing the sound, Pan Hongyan ordered, “Do as she says.”

“Yes, sir.”

The attendant then nervously undressed the elder. Jiang Wan swiftly disinfected her silver needles.

She began applying them skillfully. In her past life, she had treated countless heart patients—after all, the chances of developing heart disease increased with age.

Soon, the old man’s chest was densely covered with needles. Jiang Wan took out a pill from her space.

It was a leftover from her past life. But just as she was about to administer it, the attendant stopped her.

“D-Doctor, you’ll have to ask Master Pan before feeding the Lord anything.”

“What are you trying to feed him?”

Pan Hongyan sounded anxious from outside. Jiang Wan thought for a moment and replied, “It’s a pain relief pill. If you’re worried, I won’t give it.”

After all, she could still wake him using acupuncture alone. Jiang Wan wasn’t someone who liked being taken for granted.

She put the pill away and calmly waited. Outside, Pan Hongyan grew restless.

“Is it done yet?”

“It’s not time to remove the needles.”

Jiang Wan irritably rubbed her thumb. This was exactly why she hated treating unwilling patients.

While she was annoyed, she suddenly noticed the old man on the bed open his eyes. His cloudy gaze was filled with confusion.

“Master Pan! The Lord is awake!”

The young attendant shouted excitedly, earning a cold glare from Jiang Wan. “Quiet. Don’t disturb the patient.”

She turned to the elder. “Sir, I’m still performing acupuncture. The needles haven’t been removed yet. Please don’t move.”

“Mmm.”

The elder responded vaguely but remained perfectly still—much more cooperative than the loud Pan Hongyan outside.

“My Lord, how are you feeling?”

Pan Hongyan paced anxiously outside. Ren Bang tried to reassure him, “Don’t worry, Brother Pan. Since Madam Song brought him back, there shouldn’t be any problem.”

“Sigh, I’m just worried about the Lord.”

Pan Hongyan was nearly foaming at the mouth from worry. Jiang Wan, on the other hand, calmly sat counting the time. Finally… she moved.

Kneeling in front of the elder, she removed the silver needles one by one. Once the last one was tucked back into the case, she instructed:

“Your body is weak. Long-distance travel is not advisable.”

The attendant’s eyes widened in shock. He didn’t expect her to be so bold—his Lord had a notoriously bad temper!

But to their surprise, the elder, now helped upright, stroked his pale beard and smiled.

“Thank you, young lady. I know my own body best.”

“Alright, then please take good care of yourself.”

Jiang Wan wasn’t one to overstay her welcome. She’d said what needed to be said and done what needed to be done.

The elder watched her leave the carriage with surprise. He had been fully prepared for a long-winded lecture.

Who would’ve thought this girl actually had some backbone?