Reborn as a Happy Wife in a Rural Family
Chapter 75: Medicine King Emerges

Chapter 75: Chapter 75: Medicine King Emerges

He quietly walked over and sat behind Gu Qingli, watching her and the tiger very seriously.

After Da Bai finished drinking, it ran around happily on the bed. _{freew\ebno\vel..(c)om}

Gu Qingli could actually sense its emotions.

Incredible, she muttered to herself. This Spiritual Spring Water has such a significant effect on animals. Gu Qingli almost thought she had traveled to a world of immortal cultivation, where the creature in front of her was the legendary spiritual beast with awakened intelligence.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.

At this moment, a knock came from the door, and Xiao Yunjing went to open it.

Outside stood Wuyou, Wushuang, and Wuxin.

"Miss, Young Master," the three of them greeted as they entered.

"Hmm, Wuyou, where is the patient?" Gu Qingli asked directly.

"The patient is in our Medical Clinic, Miss," Wuyou replied.

"Well, take me to see the patient."

"Alright, Miss. I’ve brought this for you." Wuyou handed Gu Qingli a bundle.

Gu Qingli took the bundle and opened it. Inside was a set of moon-white men’s thin padded jacket, matching pants, and a pair of men’s shoes.

"Wuxin, help me change." Gu Qingli took off her women’s clothing.

Wuxin nodded and stepped forward. She put down the box in her hand and, in a flash, helped Gu Qingli put on the clothes, combed her hair into a man’s topknot, applied a few dabs to her face, and then fitted a human-skin mask. Instantly, a kind-looking, rather short, elderly man appeared before them.

This was the Secret Sect’s disguise technique; every member of the sect knew it. From now on, Gu Qingli could appear in public with different faces, either male or female. This time, she chose to disguise herself as a little old man, mainly because her own figure was too petite. If she appeared as a woman, people would surely say she was some little girl, barely weaned, out to cause a ruckus. Disguising as a man, regardless of age, wouldn’t look too out of place. Right now, she was just a little old man who was acutely aware of—and disliked—his short stature.

"How is it?" Gu Qingli asked, deliberately making her voice coarse.

"Miss, you’d better speak as little as possible," Wuyou said, shaking his head. "One can tell you’re a woman just by hearing your voice."

Gu Qingli didn’t give up and tried a few more times, making her voice sound even more androgynous.

The others wanted to laugh but didn’t dare, their stomachs aching from holding it in.

In the end, Gu Qingli gave up. She decided it was best not to speak in public at all.

Can’t have people thinking I’m a eunuch; that would be a real joke.

"Alright," Gu Qingli said to Wuyou. "When the time comes, if speaking is necessary, you do it."

Wuyou nodded.

"Are you coming with us?" Gu Qingli asked Xiao Yunjing.

Xiao Yunjing nodded. Li’er did everything openly in front of him; this showed her trust. He definitely had to go to protect her.

Gu Qingli handed Da Bai to Wuyou. Her current identity was that of a little old man, and how could a little old man be seen carrying a ’dog’?

The group left the room. Yun No. 2 was waiting in the courtyard below.

Gu Qingli and Xiao Yunjing boarded the carriage. Gu Qingli had Wuyou toss Da Bai inside. Once Da Bai was settled, Wuyou, Wushuang, and Wuxin set off, following the carriage on foot.

「After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn」

They arrived at the entrance of a large Medical Clinic and stopped.

Gu Qingli alighted from the carriage and told Da Bai to stay inside. Da Bai obediently whimpered twice.

Gu Qingli observed the facade of the Medical Clinic. It featured unpainted wooden doors of the removable panel type, spanning the width of about two rooms, making it equivalent to two shopfronts. It was a sizable establishment with two stories.

A large wooden sign reading "Gu Clinic" stood to one side.

Currently, only one door panel was open.

Everyone filed in.

Wuyou led her directly through the front hall to a rear hall, which opened into a surprisingly large courtyard.

Gu Qingli’s eyes swept around, noting about seven rooms. One room had its door open, and a burly man stood guard outside. Faint voices could be heard from within.

Wuyou led her straight to that room. At the doorway, Gu Qingli glanced back at Xiao Yunjing, Wushuang, and Wuxin. Then, only she and Wuyou entered.

Wuyou, who seemed quite familiar with the patient, directly lifted the door curtain and glanced at Gu Qingli.

Gu Qingli, in her short disguise, entered without even needing to stoop.

Inside the room were two men. One, appearing to be in his early forties, lay on his side on the bed. He wore sumptuous clothes, but his face was pale. His features were decent, and he sported a meticulously groomed "beauty beard."

He’s probably a vain man, Gu Qingli mused.

His deeply sunken, listless eyes stared at her and Wuyou.

The other man, also dressed in fine clothes and likely a relative, was curiously appraising her.

His gaze seemed to ask: Can such an unremarkable little old man truly heal anyone?

Wuyou ignored their scrutiny and introduced, "Uncle Yu, this is my master, known as the Medicine King. Please let my master check your pulse first."

Uncle Yu sized up this petite, newly-minted "Medicine King." The "Medicine King," Gu Qingli, simply gave him a magnanimous nod.

Only then did Uncle Yu reluctantly extend his left hand.

The man who had been sitting before him quickly made way.

Wuyou brought over a different chair for Gu Qingli. How could their Miss sit on a chair just vacated by that odious man?

Gu Qingli sat down and placed two fingers on Uncle Yu’s pulse.

In traditional Chinese medicine, the pulse manifestations of cancer are often described as taut, slippery, rapid, or weak, but these signs are typically not very distinct. Generally, it’s very difficult for TCM practitioners to diagnose cancer solely through pulse-taking. They can usually only judge the overall severity of a patient’s condition, not definitively determine if cancer is present, let alone the specific type, just from pulse variations. This is because patients with cancer often don’t exhibit particularly obvious pulse manifestations. Furthermore, there are many types of cancer, each with different pathogenic mechanisms. The lesions are usually internal, making diagnosis from superficial signs difficult. Many cancers also present with similar symptoms, further complicating diagnosis by pulse. Therefore, pulse diagnosis can, at best, only confirm that a person is ill.

Based on Wuyou’s description, Gu Qingli suspected that Uncle Yu likely had brain cancer. In modern times, without her Spiritual Spring Water, this kind of disease was mostly a death sentence. Actually, it was a death sentence anywhere, anytime. To put it bluntly, she was really just here to make an appearance today. She could have simply had Wuyou write a prescription and add the Spiritual Spring Water to the medicinal decoction; that would have been the end of it. As long as Uncle Yu was still alive, with the Spiritual Spring Water, his recovery would only be a matter of time.

Using the Spiritual Spring Water to treat patients here, she wasn’t too worried about anyone detecting anything amiss. The medical knowledge in this era didn’t yet include the term ’cancer,’ let alone understand what it was. They only knew of ’incurable diseases,’ and those afflicted could only wait for death. Therefore, if she used the Spiritual Spring Water to cure patients, people would only assume her medical skills were exceptionally profound.

Gu Qingli took his pulse for the duration of about two hundred breaths, then released his wrist.

After that, she gently pressed his scalp and examined his eyelids.

She then nodded to Wuyou, and the two of them exited the room.

The two men remaining in the sickroom opened their mouths, wanting to ask something, but the pair had already left and were some distance away.

Outside the patient’s room, only Xiao Yunjing and Wuyou accompanied her back to the inn.

As soon as they entered their room, Wuyou eagerly asked Gu Qingli, "Miss, Uncle Yu’s illness...?"

"It’s nothing serious," Gu Qingli replied. "I will dictate a prescription; you write it down. In the future, if you encounter patients with similar conditions, you can prescribe this formula for them first."