Time Travel: Pampered by the Aloof Prince
Chapter 84 Are You the Master Here?

Chapter 84: Chapter 84 Are You the Master Here?

After that night, Qi Yu spent a great deal of time pondering what kind of gift to present in order to nicely rile up that family.

However, these past few days she had been busy with the renovations of her own Medical Hall, so she could only set this matter aside, planning to think it over when she returned to her parents’ home for the New Year.

Since the purpose of opening her Medical Hall was not to make money, her approach was very much like in her previous life, where she treated patients based on her mood.

When Song Ling heard her say this at first, he couldn’t help but want to persuade her, knowing that a Medical Hall had great profit potential, especially since there were many wealthy people in the capital city, who, if she were to conduct proper business, could bring in a substantial income.

But Qi Yu just smiled and shook her head, "If I wanted to do proper business, I wouldn’t open a Medical Hall."

She wanted to open a Medical Hall where even the poor could afford treatment.

Hearing this, Song Ling could only give up.

The matter of opening the Medical Hall was kept secret from the outside, to the extent that even Gu Fengmian and Gu Jue, who lived in the Prince Residence, knew nothing about it.

She only wanted to cure the sick and save lives; if her identity as Princess Qiu was exposed, she couldn’t imagine how many problems would arise.

Li Ming’an and Qi Anran, those two heartless individuals, would be the first not to let her off.

Qi Yu had secretly visited the site a few times; the renovators were found by Shen Xiheng, and everything was done according to her preferences.

All the dilapidated scenes had been completely transformed, modeled after the small Medical Hall she once had in Jiangnan, looking delicate and aesthetically pleasing.

If it weren’t for Li Mingjue’s disagreement, Qi Yu would have been eager to move in directly.

The house itself had many legends attached to it, compounded by the fact that the seller, Boss Li, always felt he had suffered a loss, and he did not shy away from talking about it.

Almost every day, Qi Yu could hear different versions of rumors, one moment saying the house had bad Feng Shui, the next moment calling it an ominous residence with previous cases of illness.

Therefore, even before her Medical Hall officially opened, it had already become famous throughout the capital city.

Shen Xiheng, after leaving the court session, returned to Prince Qiu Residence with Li Mingjue.

As they passed the house bought by Qi Yu, he laughed and said, "Everyone says this is a losing deal, Prince, what do you think?"

Li Mingjue’s expression didn’t change, "Merely a few thousand taels of silver, what loss is there to speak of?"

Shen Xiheng was momentarily speechless.

He had forgotten that this man had ample wealth; the concept of ’loss’ did not exist for him. He hadn’t even batted an eyelid when Zuichun Building burned down, let alone for a small Medical Hall.

"However, why does the Princess want to open a Medical Hall that doesn’t make money?" This question puzzled Shen Xiheng.

Had Qi Yu put in so much effort to do such a thankless task just not to waste her medical skills?

Yet this endeavor itself carried many risks.

Not to mention whether her true identity might be discovered, just the idea of treating patients based on her mood was enough to cause astonishment.

Li Mingjue had as much confusion and worry in his heart as him, but he trusted that Qi Yu was not an impulsive person.

She must have her own reasons for doing this.

Moreover, she had said that all the money earned would be his.

With this thought, Li Mingjue’s demeanor softened slightly, a smile lingering on his lips as he softly said, "Let her be."

On the day the Medical Hall opened, many people in the capital city came to see the excitement.

Everyone was curious about what kind of business this ominous house could possibly conduct.

When the red cloth on the signboard was lifted, the three bold characters "Yongchun Hall" leaped into view.

Manager Qian, with a smile on his face, greeted the onlookers with folded hands, "Thank you all for your support. Today, Yongchun Hall opens, and from now on, if anyone is feeling unwell, you are all welcome to come to us for a check-up, at fair prices."

Only then did the crowd realize it was a Medical Hall.

Curious voices asked, "There are many Medical Halls in the capital city, what is so special about this Yongchun Hall of yours?"

Qi Yu had anticipated these questions and had prepared answers for Manager Qian.

He smiled, and said at an unhurried pace, "The owner of our hall says that there are two rules for treating patients in Yongchun Hall."

At this point, he deliberately paused for a moment.

Some of the more impatient ones couldn’t stand it and blurted out, "What rules?"

Shopkeeper Qian raised a finger, "Yongchun Hall treats patients as fate wills. For those with whom the fates agree, not a penny will be charged; those with whom the fates disagree, even if they offer ten thousand taels of gold, will not be treated."

His words caused an uproar.

No one had ever heard of such an odd rule.

Why must medical treatment be subject to fate?

Someone discontentedly said, "I bet your master doesn’t know a thing about medicine and made up this rule to fool us!"

"Indeed!"

"What does it mean for the fates to agree? There’s no standard for that!"

Shopkeeper Qian just smiled and stayed silent, waited for the crowd to finish their excited chatter, then continued, "Secondly, my master said she will only see patients for up to two hours a day, no waiting if you’re late."

After speaking, he didn’t care about the commotion from the others and turned to enter the building.

Qi Yu sat on the second floor; even through the windows, she could hear the noise outside.

Seeing her calmly sipping tea, Song Ling asked, "Aren’t you worried that no one will come to your Medical Hall?"

Qi Yu raised her eyebrows slightly, "There’s no shortage of people who cannot be cured; there will always be those who seek help from anyone in desperation."

Song Ling felt that her words were not without reason.

In the capital, the cost of living was already higher than elsewhere; for those of moderate means, a visit to a medical hall sometimes meant spending several years’ savings.

Finally encountering a medical hall that didn’t charge fees, where else could they go but here?

Downstairs, a crowd still lingered, each stretching their necks to peer inside, curious to see what the person who had established such rules looked like.

Shopkeeper Qian had no choice but to go upstairs to ask for instructions.

"Master, these people refuse to leave."

Qi Yu put down her teacup, donned her veil, and said indifferently, "I will go down."

Song Ling followed her down the stairs.

Some had been eager to try their luck; on seeing a person wearing a gauze hat and clad in black, they were momentarily stunned.

The person’s gender was indiscernible, but judging by the figure, it was likely a woman.

"Does anyone need treatment?" Qi Yu spoke in a subdued voice, her tone cold.

All these people were without illness; they lingered not to seek medical help but merely to see a farce.

A tall, burly man stepped in, his tone challenging as he said to her, "Are you the owner here? Your medical skills don’t seem impressive, and you’re dressed so androgynously."

Qi Yu remained silent, watching the man coldly through the black gauze.

The man wanted to continue with his mockery, but as he moved his lips, he found that no words came out.

His pupils dilated in panic; he desperately tried to speak but could only emit a few syllables, resembling someone who had been mute for many years.

The color drained from the faces of the others as they stepped back in shock.

Qi Yu stepped forward, retrieved the silver needles she had just flicked, and waved them in front of the man, "Keep talking."

The man looked as if he had seen a ghost; he hastily retreated, stumbled over the threshold, and fell heavily out the door.

Upon rising, he ignored the pain and ran away.

Qi Yu scoffed lightly, then addressed the crowd outside, "If you come for treatment, Yongchun Hall welcomes you. But if you are here to watch the spectacle, better head to the teahouse across the road."

She still held a silver needle in her hand; no one dared to speak out of turn.

After exchanging glances, they quickly dispersed.