My Lady Always Lacks Ambition
Chapter 251 - 250 She is Not Just for Show

Chapter 251: Chapter 250 She is Not Just for Show

Qinglan Temple Master knew that his old friend’s disciple had an unyielding and unruly nature, but it was the first time he saw her being so impolite. No matter who was sitting in front of her or what their identity or age was, she maintained the demeanor of a doctor.

He glanced at Prince Wang and coughed lightly, intending to make some amendments.

However, Prince Wang just smiled and said intentionally, "If the old man cannot do it, what would you do then?"

Qin Liuxi said, "If it cannot be done, then I will not perform acupuncture on you. It would be a useless effort, and I would save my own energy."

Prince Wang laughed heartily, "As a doctor, shouldn’t you be persistently advising and persuading?"

"That’s for other doctors. In my case, that doesn’t exist. I just say it once, and if the other party doesn’t listen, then let it be."

Prince Wang pointed at her playfully, "You say that, now I really dare not disobey. Wang Li, go and have the house doctor prepare the medicine according to the prescription."

"Yes." Manager Wang responded with a smile and then added, "These herbal medicines are quite common, not too valuable, somewhat different from the previous prescriptions."

Qin Liuxi said, "To ordinary mortals, the five organs and six entrails, seven apertures are all born the same. Their structure doesn’t change because of a person’s identity or status. Therefore, when treating illness, one should not use precious herbs just because of the patient’s high status but should prescribe the right medicine for the symptoms."

"Well said," Prince Wang gestured, "Go and have the house doctor prepare the medicine quickly, I don’t want to fall into a hypnotic state again."

Manager Wang quickly bowed and withdrew.

Outside the house, he instructed the servants to take careful care while he personally went to the house doctor. He handed over the prescription to the house doctor to see if it was feasible.

The house doctor of the Wang family, Mr. Qiu, also came from the Imperial Hospital and was an Imperial Physician. As he had made a minor mistake and was nearly exiled, he was saved by Prince Wang and had been working as the house doctor for the Wang family.

Mr. Qiu was also troubled by Prince Wang’s illness and had been browsing through medical books to see if he could find a case similar to this one. Hearing what Manager Wang said about someone examining and prescribing, he took a look, and upon hearing the words from Qin Liuxi’s side, he exclaimed, "How did I not think of this point? The family head likes wine, wine generates dampness, and dampness helps fire, causing phlegm heat, indeed it is so."

Manager Wang asked, "So, this prescription?"

"The prescription can be used. Clearing phlegm heat naturally opens up the mind, and the spirit clears, the ghost disappears," Mr. Qiu asked with interest, "Was this prescription given by Qinglan Temple Master?"

Manager Wang shook his head, "A fellow practitioner from Qinglan Temple? A disciple."

"Really, there are such excellent doctors among Daoist physicians, no, I must see for myself." Mr. Qiu closed the medical book.

Manager Wang stopped him, "Before that, you need to pick out the medicine and boil it."

"Alright." Mr. Qiu immediately went to the pharmacy, selected the herbs himself, used three bowls of water to boil them, then instructed Manager Wang and the attendant to keep an eye on the fire, and he himself went to Prince Wang’s courtyard.

When he arrived, Qin Liuxi was preparing to administer acupuncture. He paid his respects to Prince Wang and Qinglan Temple Master, and then looking at Qin Liuxi, his eyes widened.

When Manager Wang told him about it, he thought that Qinglan Temple Master’s disciple must be a child of several decades old. But this age, not yet crowned?

Mr. Qiu stood solemnly to the side, seeing that Qin Liuxi was about to perform acupuncture, he said, "The Daoist didn’t bring an attendant, shall I help out?"

The person who could prescribe such a prescription must have excellent medical skills, and he wanted to witness the acupuncture.

Prince Wang knew his character and said, "Little Taoist is about to administer acupuncture; Mr. Qiu, please step aside."

Qiu’s doctor felt his face heat up, understanding the implied meaning of those words. Every doctor has their own secret techniques, especially in acupuncture, which they generally keep within their own disciples or family, rarely sharing further.

He had overstepped.

Qiu’s doctor cupped his fists and said, "I apologize for my breach of etiquette."

As he was about to step back, Qin Liuxi looked over and said, "If you want to watch, then come over and watch. It’s just acupuncture."

Qiu’s doctor was stunned.

Qin Liuxi continued, "The Mystic Sect uses medicine as a path to Enlightenment and also interprets medicine through Dao. While secret acupuncture techniques are indeed important, passing on the knowledge is even more crucial. If you learn it and use it to practice medicine and help the world, that too is a form of merit. Moreover, the acupuncture I’m performing is not some secretive technique. I don’t mind you watching, nor do I fear you learning it."

Hearing this, Qiu’s doctor felt even hotter in the face, as he cupped his hands again and said, "It was narrow-mindedness on my part."

Qin Liuxi, appearing unconcerned, waved his hand dismissively, opened his needle bag, and located the acupoints. Then he said to Prince Wang, "Phlegm obstructs the mind; the acupuncture I perform will open your meridians, invigorate qi and blood circulation, clear orifices, and sharpen mental faculties. With the aid of herbal decoctions, you should recover after three doses."

"Thank you."

"I shall perform the acupuncture now." Qin Liuxi took a silver needle, sterilized it, then penetrated one inch directly at his Shangxing acupoint, also known as Ghost Hall according to another name for this point.

Next, he took another needle and diagonally pierced down at the Geyu acupoint. He gently twisted and turned the silver needle, lifting and reinserting it three times until Prince Wang let out a faint groan.

"A feeling of slight distension is normal," Qin Liuxi spoke softly, taking a few more needles and inserting them into the Lao Gong acupoint and the three yin intersection among others.

Qiu’s doctor watched carefully with each needle insertion, noticing her swift and precise movements and depths, leaving no room for suspicion in her proficiency, which made him inwardly marvel.

Her technique, while not being secretive, was certainly not as simple as she had described. The human acupoints are highly significant; a slight deviation in needle placement could greatly diminish the effect or lead to significantly different outcomes, including severe paralysis or even death.

Thus, mastering acupuncture is not something that can be taken lightly; one must first be familiar with the human acupoints to accurately locate them, among other aspects of technique.

He himself had practiced countless times on a wooden mannequin before daring to perform on a patient, and even then, it had taken him over twenty years.

Yet the young little Taoist in front of him, despite her young age, displayed such precision in her needlework. Observing her focused manipulations and noticing the slight sheen of sweat on Prince Wang’s forehead, it was clear she was not just for show.

Qiu’s doctor felt a pang of envy; how wonderful it would be if his own grandson possessed such talent.

"Leave the needles in for a quarter of an hour," Qin Liuxi took the handkerchief handed over by the servant and wiped her hands, then addressed Prince Wang, "A slight pain is harmless; once the qi and blood flow freely, it will eliminate dampness and strengthen the spleen and stomach. However, you mustn’t continue to drink alcohol as liberally as water."

Prince Wang felt somewhat sheepish and said, "I was just having a little drink."

"Just a little drink? That shouldn’t lead to phlegm clouding the mind," Qin Liuxi said with a half-smiling look that conveyed mutual understanding.

Prince Wang coughed.

Unable to resist, Qiu’s doctor asked, "How did the little Taoist know it was caused by alcohol?"

"A doctor pays attention to inspection, listening, questioning, and palpation. If a patient’s cause of illness isn’t immediately apparent, one must also consider environmental factors. Once identified, combining these factors will lead to an accurate diagnosis. When the Qinglan Temple Master and I entered, we happened to see a servant carrying wine, and there was also a lingering scent of alcohol on Prince Wang. My sense of smell is sharp, I picked up on it."

Qiu’s doctor was embarrassed, considering he was the Wang family’s house doctor and had overlooked this aspect. Was it a matter of perspective?