Special Agent Rebirth: The Omnipotent Goddess of Quick Transmigration
Chapter 484 - 479

Chapter 484: 479

"Lady, now that the Medical Hall has been sealed, what shall we do?" Dong Xue’s face was full of worry.

As Liao Mingxin, who was ready to leave, heard this sentence, she sneered coldly. This was the consequence of provoking her, and she hadn’t even acted personally yet.

Ye Shaohua crumpled the paper in her hand into a ball and then instructed Dong Xue to go back and burn it.

"It’s fine, we don’t rely on the Medical Hall to make money." Ye Shaohua had wanted to open the Medical Hall for the sake of the Ye Family’s legacy. Now that the Ye Family’s wound-healing medicine had made a name for itself, she was naturally not in a hurry.

In the future, when the governor of Jiangnan and these people realize what a foolish thing they have done by sealing the Ye Family Medical Hall today.

The Ye Family Medical Hall will spread throughout Central Plains, yet it will be conspicuously absent in Jiangnan. After several pleas, the Ye Family refused to dare open another in Jiangnan.

But Dong Xue didn’t know any of this. She was only anxious, "If we don’t rely on the Medical Hall to make money, what do we rely on?"

The good news is that the Medical Hall had indeed made a substantial profit from the previously sold wound-healing medicine.

If not pursuing a luxurious life, she and her lady could live without worry for the rest of their lives.

Thinking of this, Dong Xue prepared to take out half of the money to go to her cousin.

Initially, it was because her cousin had contributed that sum of money that allowed the Ye Family Medical Hall to have the capital for its first business. Thinking of Song Jingshu’s words from before, Dong Xue could guess that she wasn’t faring well in the governor’s residence.

She hesitated, unsure whether to tell Ye Shaohua about this matter.

Song Jingshu still hadn’t found the opportunity to speak because as soon as Ye Shaohua returned to the back house, Sikong Mingchen stuck to her, calling her "Divine Doctor" repeatedly, "What acupuncture technique did you use on my fourth brother just now, Divine Doctor?"

"Yin and Yang nine needles," Ye Shaohua replied with just four words.

She didn’t expect these four words to shock Sikong Mingchen beyond words. He wasn’t a student of medicine, but historical records mentioned the Yin and Yang nine needles technique from hundreds of years ago, which could connect Natural Spiritual Qi and open the body’s meridians, even reviving people on the verge of death!

Unfortunately, the Yin and Yang nine needles technique was extremely choosy about the doctor’s qualifications, with few being able to fully comprehend it and each successive generation learning less and less.

As time passed, it gradually became lost, leaving only an incomprehensible book behind.

Yet unexpectedly, this orphan girl from the Ye Family had managed to learn it!

Sikong Mingchen was almost at a loss for how to react. This was even more exciting to him than when he had seen "glue" and the relaunched "wound-healing medicine."

He paced back and forth on the spot, looking at Ye Shaohua with fervent eyes.

This left Dong Xue truly puzzled.

Ye Shaohua knew Sikong Mingchen’s intentions and simply ignored him.

Sikong Mingchen felt like he was bleeding inside.

Before coming to Jiangnan, he had only heard about Liao Mingxin, the divine doctor of Jiangnan, whose methods were mysterious. A nameless Ye Shaohua couldn’t compare with Liao, so he didn’t take Chu Yunmo’s words to heart.

Who knew that although Liao was extraordinary, he only knew something called "surgery" and was completely ignorant of the ancient practice of acupuncture and the diagnostic method of "inspection, listening, and questioning."

Now that Ye Shaohua had even learned the Yin and Yang nine needles, it was no wonder she could detoxify his brother!

"My brother, my dear brother, you have a good relationship with the Divine Doctor. Could you speak a word for me to Miss Ye? Just one word will do, and I’ll be forever obliging, really!" Sikong Mingchen had been plagued by Poisonous Gas for many years and finally saw a hope for a cure, clinging to this last lifeline.

However, Chu Yunmo was completely unmoved and even raised an eyebrow, "I warned you before."

Upon hearing this answer, Sikong Mingchen knew his brother had no intention of intervening. He was pounding his chest in regret, wondering why he had casually refused her earlier!

Although Ye Shaohua’s refusal was clear, Sikong Mingchen had no intention of giving up.

He even bought two properties next to Ye Shaohua’s and broke through to live inside.

He claimed it was unsafe for two girls to live alone and connected Ye Shaohua’s property with a door, under the pretext of safety.

But these two men, especially Chu Yunmo, were genuinely good to them, so Dong Xue didn’t stop them. It saved them the trouble of hiring bodyguards.

"Lady, it seems someone from the Chu household has arrived," the next morning, Dong Xue spoke softly to Ye Shaohua, "I saw a very luxurious carriage, who do you think those people are?"

Ye Shaohua was not interested in Dong Xue’s words.

As the two of them were talking, suddenly there was the sound of breaking porcelain from next door.

"Do they think their Duanwang Residence is something special!" It was Sikong Mingchen’s voice. With the two houses connected, the sound was very clear.

Ye Shaohua, with her keen hearing, could naturally hear everything clearly.

Just as Chu Yunmo came from next door and saw Ye Shaohua, he asked without hesitation whether she could examine someone.

"That’s possible, but there are certain ailments I cannot treat." The more worlds Ye Shaohua experienced, the more she revered the universe, never being arrogant or complacent. In terms of intelligence, she was only on par with those from the Interstellar with the most developed Brain Domains.

Though the Yin and Yang nine needles could revive someone with a breath of life left, if a person’s time was up and their internal organs were all worn out and aged, Ye Shaohua was powerless.

"Thank you," Chu Yunmo’s eyes were pitch black, and they warmed slightly after hearing Ye Shaohua’s words, "I’m surprised that you agreed."

Ye Shaohua followed Chu Yunmo to the property next door.

There, she found Sikong Mingchen, usually frivolous and carefree, kneeling on the ground, with blood oozing from the palms of his clenched hands.

"My Empress Mother, it’s my fault for being useless," Sikong Mingchen looked at the noblewoman lying on a grand chair, his eyes full of resentment, "If I hadn’t been ill, you wouldn’t be a powerless leading consort in the Palace, and now that you have come to Jiangnan in search of a Divine Doctor for the Empress Dowager, suffered a Heart Disease flare-up, went to the Duanwang Residence for a Heart-saving Pill, only to be driven out by the old noble consort!"

He slowly closed his eyes, deeply feeling his own failure.

A Duanwang Residence, cast out by the Emperor, dared to treat his Empress Mother this way.

He finally understood what position the Ye Family had been in before.

After understanding the situation, Ye Shaohua turned her attention to the noblewoman lying on the grand chair, seeing the bluish-purple color on her lips, she had an idea, "Excuse me, do you need a Doctor?"