Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot
Chapter 482 - 426: Hanging the Pot to Help the World_3

Chapter 482: Chapter 426: Hanging the Pot to Help the World_3

Chen Long: Since when have I ever been like that?

My sister’s been corrupted by that kid Lu Yuan, spouting lies as easily as breathing.

The woman awkwardly said, "Young lady, there were many misunderstandings earlier. You truly are the Divine Doctor; the young mistress was not wrong about you."

Chen Long: "This is my sister’s accomplishment; what does it have to do with her?"

The woman froze. Wait, why does your relationship with the young mistress seem so hot and cold?

Meng Qianqian said emotionlessly, "Hurry back now, your child is hungry and needs changing."

"Ah, ah! Thank you, young lady! Thank you so much!"

The woman repeatedly expressed her gratitude, took the medicine pills, and went back carrying her child.

Chen Long said, "You saved her child’s life and cured her illness, but she doesn’t even know your name. Later, if someone asks, she’ll only say it was a disciple sent by Gongsun Liuying. Why give the credit to Gongsun Liuying?"

Meng Qianqian replied, "If I hadn’t said that, she wouldn’t have let me treat her. Didn’t the disciple from the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion already state it? If the medical center couldn’t treat her, she could go to Gongsun Liuying. With Gongsun Liuying’s skills, she could’ve managed as well. It’s just that if we delayed too long, the child might suffer irreversible consequences."

She thought of Liu Changsheng.

Had Liu Changsheng in his youth received timely treatment, would he have avoided his disability?

She had studied countless medical texts and sought numerous remedies, but she still couldn’t heal Liu Changsheng’s crippled leg.

It remained a perpetual regret of hers.

"Y-Young lady!"

While lost in thought, a cautious voice came from behind.

Meng Qianqian and Chen Long turned to see an old woman limping into the alley with a basket of eggs. "I... just saw you. Are you truly the young mistress’s junior sister?"

Meng Qianqian’s expression faltered slightly.

The old woman gave a bitter smile. "I sprained my foot some time ago, and the doctor said it couldn’t be healed. I wanted to ask the young mistress to take a look, but I was too late... Could you possibly..."

Meng Qianqian’s gaze fell on her foot. "It’s not just a sprain, is it?"

The old woman lowered her head in embarrassment.

Meng Qianqian supported her and led her to the courtyard where she had been earlier, examining her right foot.

Her foot had stepped on a sickle, leaving a long gash on the sole. Fortunately, the sickle was brand new and not rusty.

Meng Qianqian glanced at Chen Long.

Chen Long understood and fetched the emergency medical kit from the carriage.

As martial artists, injuries were common, so the carriage was always stocked with golden sore medicine and medicinal liquor for bruises and sprains.

Meng Qianqian treated the old woman’s wound and prescribed her an anti-inflammatory and pain-relieving remedy.

"Brother, could you please escort the old woman home?"

Having stitched her wound, walking was certainly out of the question.

Chen Long carried the old woman on his back out of the courtyard. "The one who treated you is my sister, not some young mistress. Got it? If you don’t remember, I’ll drop you halfway."

The poor, threatened old woman: "..."

Fifteen minutes later, Chen Long returned.

He looked troubled.

"What’s wrong?"

Meng Qianqian asked.

Chen Long expressionlessly stepped aside, revealing a long line trailing behind him.

All of them were patients who had been turned away from the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion.

Seeking medical attention from Gongsun Liuying required screening; she only treated rare and difficult cases, not ordinary ailments.

Meng Qianqian blinked innocently at Chen Long, whose expression had darkened.

Chen Long: "If you want to treat them, then treat them."

Meng Qianqian beamed with a smile. "Brother, you’re the best!"

Chen Long began lecturing each patient. "My sister is treating you out of her own kindness. This has nothing to do with that young mistress, understood? Say you understand, and you get a token."

The patients: "..."

Meng Qianqian’s act of treating patients near Anji Hospital eventually reached the ears of the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion disciples.

A fifth-rank disciple of the Pavilion, flanked by several junior disciples, stormed into the courtyard where Meng Qianqian was.

The fifth-rank disciple thundered, "Who dares to impersonate the young mistress, treating patients privately and tarnishing her reputation?"

A junior disciple chimed in, "Exactly! You keep claiming to be the young mistress’s junior sister. Why haven’t I seen this senior sister in the Pavilion before?"

The patients, terrified, exchanged uneasy glances, not daring to breathe too loudly.

They had come here upon hearing the old woman and the previous woman say that the young mistress’s junior sister was treating patients here.

Could it be that she wasn’t?

The fifth-rank disciple shouted, "Seize her! Take her back to the Pavilion!"

Chen Long moved in a flash, positioning himself in front of Meng Qianqian.

"Brother."

Meng Qianqian whispered, "Someone’s coming. Likely hidden experts from the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion, as well as masters from the Imperial Palace."

Gongsun Liuying’s identity was unique. Those guarding her included not just disciples from the Pavilion but also the elite from Great Liang’s Imperial Family.

After all, she was the chosen Daughter of Fate, her significance on par with that of the Guardian Qilin.