The Herbal Scents of Farm Life
Chapter 1726: A Mastermind

Chapter 1726: Chapter 1726: A Mastermind

"Old Master, let me help you inside,"

he said, and then supported the old man, half pushing and half leading him inside.

Even though the old master was verbally refusing to go inside, he acted as if he hadn’t heard, continuing to walk in while praising Lin Caisang.

"Old Master, my daughter is a divine physician. Anyone treated by her hand, even the dead could be brought back to life..."

Hearing these words, Lin Caisang, who was in the middle of placing the sandbag on the table, paused and twitched the corner of her mouth as she looked at Zhe Jue.

Bring the dead back to life?

Isn’t that a bit of an exaggeration? If she had such skills, wouldn’t that be something?

"Old Master, please have a seat, and I’ll take your pulse first."

No matter what Zhe Jue had said, the pulse still needed to be taken, and treatment still had to be administered.

"No need, no need, I... cough, cough."

The old master was still struggling as if on his deathbed, trying to leave the place.

But Zhe Jue wouldn’t give him the chance. He pressed him onto a stool, pulled out his hand, and began to take his pulse for his mother.

"No need, really no need. I was just kicked, got a bit of a cough. Give it ten days to half a month, and it will heal on its own," the old master said while coughing.

However, Lin Caisang, who had already started to take his pulse, didn’t think so.

"Old Master, you were kicked in the chest, and the bruise still hasn’t faded, has it?" she asked as she looked at the old master.

"Uh."

The old master was startled, looking at Lin Caisang in surprise.

"How did you know?"

Previously, physicians needed to see where the injury was before making a diagnosis, but after he arrived here, he hadn’t even taken off his clothes, let alone spoken.

And yet she knew? Could this young woman be a clairvoyant?

He had also spent all his silver on several visits before, and this time, he truly had no silver left to treat his injury. That’s why he thought about trying his luck here.

Could it be that he had really encountered a divine physician?

"How did I know?"

Lin Caisang repeated the old master’s question, looking at him somewhat strangely.

"Haven’t you felt severe pain in your chest these past few days?"

"This..."

The old master was taken aback for a moment.

"At first, it hurt terribly. Right after I was kicked, the pain was so bad I couldn’t get out of bed. I was rolling around in pain, and it scared my family so much they nearly started preparing for my funeral.

But these last two days, it’s gotten much better, not as painful anymore. It’s just this constant cough that’s more bothersome."

He answered subconsciously.

"That’s because your inner organs were injured when you were kicked," Lin Caisang explained to him.

Being kicked so forcefully that it injured his lungs—how could it not hurt?

Rolling around in pain was actually a fortunate response; if he had been less lucky, he might have closed his eyes at night and never been able to open them again in the morning.

"So that’s why the cough persists. If you continue like this, it will definitely get worse."

"What?"

The old master couldn’t quite believe his ears.

Of course, he was even less inclined to believe the young woman before him. If it had been a man speaking those words, he might have believed them, but it was a woman, after all.

"You... you’re not lying to me, right? It can’t be as serious as you say—I was just kicked, just one kick..."

But before he could finish speaking, his words slowly died down under Lin Caisang’s gaze.

"It was just a particularly hard kick."

He raised his hand to touch his nose, speaking sheepishly.