Chapter Twenty-One: The Miracle Doctor of the Traditional Medicine Hall

Such a request was not difficult for Yan Yuanqing to fulfill, so he agreed readily.

“I hope you will keep your promise. Yurou, come with me.”

Yan Yuanqing’s gaze fell upon Shi Yurou. His entire demeanor radiated an overwhelming aura of authority. Shi Yurou had never seen Yan Yuanqing like this before; a feeling called ‘security’ suddenly wrapped around her whole being. She nodded instinctively and followed behind Yan Yuanqing, leaving this place of trouble.

Early the next morning, Yan Yuanqing, accompanied by Shi Yurou, arrived at the Shi Family’s Traditional Medicine Hall. The hall was impressive, its lavish decoration reflecting the strength of the family. Although the members of this clan seemed to have their own peculiarities, their capabilities were undeniable.

Yan Yuanqing silently assessed the hall, pondering these things to himself.

“Yuanqing, you can consult patients here. With your skills and talent, I’m sure you’ll make a name for yourself!” Shi Yurou, who had her own affairs to attend to, saw that Yan Yuanqing had settled in and took her leave.

The Shi family, as expected of a prominent clan, had a bustling medical hall with a constant stream of patients. At first, Yan Yuanqing worried that, as a new doctor without a reputation, he might find himself in an awkward position. But soon enough, he dismissed these concerns.

At that moment, a young man—thin in build, yet with an unusually rosy complexion—sat before Yan Yuanqing.

“Doctor, since last month, every night when I sleep, I feel my whole body heating up. When I wake up in the morning, my clothes are drenched with sweat. Now, I toss and turn all night and can’t sleep at all. Please help me, what’s wrong with me?”

Upon hearing this, Yan Yuanqing nodded gently and began a careful diagnosis using the methods of traditional observation, listening, questioning, and pulse-taking. Within minutes, he had a rough idea of the problem.

“Hm… Your tongue coating is dry and red, your pulse is strong like a grand bell, but your body is emaciated. This illness… Brother, let me ask you: do your gums bleed every day when you brush your teeth?”

“Yes, Doctor, how did you know?”

Yan Yuanqing smiled faintly at this.

“Haha, that’s it. You love spicy food, don’t you?”

The young man nodded. His gaze toward Yan Yuanqing now brimmed with admiration, as if he were looking at his idol.

“I’ll prescribe some medicine for you—clearing heat, detoxifying, opening the orifices, and dispersing wind-heat. From now on, for two months, you must avoid spicy food and try to eat more cooling foods. And be sure to exercise more, so the excess heat in your body can be released. This will also stimulate your digestive system and help your internal organs recover their normal functions. With that, your illness will naturally be cured.”

“Thank you, Doctor! Thank you so much! You’re truly a miracle worker! I visited several clinics and even went to the central hospital for a specialist appointment, but no one could solve my problem. Now, here with you… It’s unbelievable!”

“Haha, thank you for your praise. Just pay your fee over there.”

By the end of the week, Yan Yuanqing had consulted for five days at the medical hall. In this short span, his reputation had spread far and wide. All across Cangzhou City, from every street and alley, a story was told—there was a miracle doctor at the Shi Family’s Traditional Medicine Hall, someone no one had seen before. With just a simple description of symptoms and a few examinations, the doctor could pinpoint the root of disease and prescribe effective treatment.

Everyone who had visited this miracle doctor sang his praises. Thus, on Saturday, the number of patients reached its peak. The entrance of the Shi Family’s Traditional Medicine Hall was packed with a steady stream of people, leaving the gatekeepers on either side astonished.