Chapter 47: Do You Have Any Credibility with Me?

Yang Dahui was taken aback upon hearing this. Ginseng was incredibly valuable; where was he supposed to find it?

Moreover, he hadn’t brought any silver with him when he came to seek help for his wife.

He wanted to bow down to the village doctor and beg him to save his wife.

Hu Zhaodi couldn’t watch any longer and spoke coldly, “If you don’t stop the bleeding now, even if you find ginseng and rush to the county town, it will be too late.”

Upon hearing this, Yang Dahui quickly tore a strip from his clothing and pressed it against his wife’s wound.

Truthfully, Hu Zhaodi didn’t want to get involved, but given the condition of Yang Dahui’s wife, she had been unconscious for too long. Even if she survived, her future wouldn’t be bright, and she might end up paralyzed.

Yang Dahui was known for his many wrongdoings. Just a while ago, he had plotted against her, planning to make her serve his entire family. Perhaps it was time for him to experience what it was like to take care of someone else.

With this in mind, Hu Zhaodi spoke again, “I can save your wife, but I want thirty taels of silver.”

Thirty taels of silver was exactly the amount they had once considered as the betrothal price for a bride for his paralyzed son.

Yang Dahui froze, staring incredulously at Hu Zhaodi.

The village doctor was also astonished. If he couldn’t help Yang Dahui’s wife, how could an unknown girl do it?

If she could save her, why had they traveled so far to the neighboring village?

What a surprising sight this was!

Not only did Yang Dahui and the village doctor doubt Hu Zhaodi’s ability to save her, but even Brother Ji felt skeptical.

Brother Ji shot a warning glance at Hu Zhaodi and whispered, “Zhaodi, don’t be foolish. Be careful not to bring trouble upon yourself.”

Hu Zhaodi smiled, “Brother Ji, I really can save her, but whether he believes it is up to him. If he pays the silver, I’ll save her; if he doesn’t, then he can figure it out himself.”

Brother Ji looked at her in disbelief. “Zhaodi, when did you learn medicine? I didn’t even know!”

“Brother Ji, there are many things you don’t know. Didn’t I surprise you before with my hunting and herbal foraging skills?”

“But those skills are not the same as studying medicine.”

Hu Zhaodi grinned mischievously and lowered her voice, “Brother Ji, I’ll let you in on a secret. Since I was four, I’ve been secretly learning to read and study medicine with a mysterious old man.”

Brother Ji’s eyes widened in shock.

Hu Zhaodi continued, “You know I’ve always lived in the woodshed at the Hu family. I learned at night with the old man, and no one ever found out.

That mysterious old man left last month, which is why I started resisting the Hu family.”

“Oh,” Brother Ji said, finally understand, “So that’s why you endured so much mistreatment without leaving the Hu family. You were biding your time to learn medicine and how to read.”

Hu Zhaodi nodded, “Exactly! Otherwise, why would I wait until last month to start resisting? I’m not powerless against the Hu family. Even if I couldn’t win, couldn’t I have just run away?”

Brother Ji glanced at Yang Dahui’s wife and shook his head, “Zhaodi, just let it go! After all, it’s a life at stake. If you can save her, then save her!”

“I never said I wouldn’t save her! But if he doesn’t pay the silver, then I won’t help. Do you think my ginseng doesn’t cost anything? Plus, this couple is always scheming against me. Why would I rush to save her?”

Recalling how Yang Dahui and his wife had plotted against Hu Zhaodi, and thinking about all the people Yang Dahui had harmed during his time as village head, Brother Ji’s expression changed.

“Right, if he doesn’t pay, then we won’t help. Let’s not give them a reason to keep harming others.”

Yang Dahui hesitated for a long time, but in the end, he picked up his wife and placed her on the ox cart. Then, he knelt in front of Hu Zhaodi, begging her to save his wife.

After all, he had no silver and no ginseng, so he might as well gamble on a dead horse as if it were a living one.

If she managed to heal her, it would mean his wife was lucky. If she failed, he could blame Hu Zhaodi; after all, the whole village knew she was not skilled in medicine.

And besides, he didn’t have any silver on him right now. Even if, by some stroke of luck, his wife survived, he could refuse to pay the thirty taels. What could Hu Zhaodi do to him?

Seeing Yang Dahui bowing his head, Hu Zhaodi didn’t bother trying to decipher his gestures. Instead, she took out a detox pill from her space, broke it in half, and tossed one half to Yang Dahui.

“Take half of this detox pill, and you’ll be able to speak, but your throat will still hurt,” she instructed.

Yang Dahui hesitated for a moment but ultimately swallowed the half pill.

A little while later, he rasped, “Zhaodi, can you really save my wife?”

Hu Zhaodi shot back impatiently, “Don’t get too familiar! She’s not worthy of being my aunt. I can save her, but you have to pay me thirty taels first. Without the silver, there’s nothing to discuss.”

“But I rushed out today and didn’t bring any silver with me. I only have a few copper coins on me. Can you please save her first? I’ll pay you back as soon as I get home,” he pleaded.

Hu Zhaodi laughed mockingly, “Do I look like a fool to you? You want me to save her first? You should think about your own credibility with me. Don’t forget, both you and your wife are still poisoned.

Oh, I forgot to mention, if that poison isn’t cured within seven days, you’ll be mute for the rest of your life.”

Yang Dahui felt a chill run down his back, terror filling his eyes as he looked at Hu Zhaodi. “But I really didn’t bring any silver. I’m begging you, please save her! I promise I’ll give you the silver when I get back.”

Hu Zhaodi chuckled, “I won’t lift a finger until I see the silver. However, I can keep her alive for a while. You can give me the silver when you return, and I’ll save her then.”

Yang Dahui’s face turned pale and then green. Thirty taels was a sum he had saved for a long time, meant for buying a bride for his son.

But now his wife was on the brink of death, and his son still needed someone to take care of him.

He could be indifferent to his wife’s life, but his son was the only male heir of the Yang family.

Although he had two daughters who had married off, once a daughter was married, she was like spilled water. Moreover, those two ungrateful girls hadn’t visited him since they married.

Only by getting a bride for his son could he have some hope for the future and someone to look after him in his old age.

Grinding his teeth, Yang Dahui said, “Fine! If you can save her, I’ll give you thirty taels of silver.”

Hu Zhaodi shook her head, “I said I’d only help after you pay. But I can give you a promise: if I can’t save your wife, I’ll return the thirty taels to you, and Brother Ji can witness it.”

Seeing his wife getting weaker by the minute, Yang Dahui had no choice but to grit his teeth and agree, “Alright.”

Hu Zhaodi reached into her pocket and pulled out a set of silver needles from her space. She selected one, skillfully manipulated it, and inserted it into the yintang point on Yang Dahui’s wife’s forehead.

With a flick of her finger, the needle emitted a faint buzzing sound.

The village doctor stood by, dumbfounded.

Although he was only a half-hearted doctor, from the way Hu Zhaodi handled the needle, he could tell this girl was definitely skilled.

With the silver needle resting on the yintang point, it didn’t take long for Yang Dahui’s wife’s breathing to go from barely noticeable to gradually stabilizing.