A four-year-old medical prodigy descended to the mortal realm, and the entire capital sought her tre

There weren't many people at Jumanlou at 1-3 PM.

The third floor consists entirely of private rooms, making it quieter than the downstairs area.

Zhao Jinzhong led Zhou Ruo up from her seat and went upstairs, without explaining much to An Chang and Wang Mengling.

"Hey? Where are you going?" An Chang asked as he got up and followed.

Wang Mengling wanted to follow, but she also wanted to wait for Zhao Jinzhong and the others to return while keeping the tea and snacks on her seat, so she remained seated.

After Zhao Jinzhong and Zhou Ruo went up to the third floor, they saw several people surrounding a private room.

People stood on tiptoe and craned their necks to look into the house; some pointed and whispered among themselves.

As soon as Zhou Ruo went up to the third floor, she smelled a strange odor.

The closer you get to the private room surrounded by people, the stronger the smell becomes.

When she reached the back of the crowd, Zhou Ruo was so overwhelmed by the smell that she felt nauseous and involuntarily gagged a few times.

Zhao Jinzhong felt a pang of anxiety, thinking that Zhou Ruo had eaten something bad.

"Ruo Ruo, what's wrong?" He gently patted Zhou Ruo's back to help her catch her breath.

"Brother—ugh—" Zhou Ruo was about to speak when she gagged again. "It stinks in there!"

An Chang was also puzzled when he saw Zhou Ruo's expression. When he heard Zhou Ruo say that the room smelled bad, he even squeezed past two people to smell inside.

"I can't smell anything!"

Zhao Jinzhong also sniffed carefully, but didn't find anything strange.

Low groans came from inside the room: "Ouch—ah—it hurts so much!"

Zhou Ruo disliked the smell, but her desire to save lives drove her forward.

Left with no other choice, Zhou Ruo drew a "odor-blocking talisman" in the air to keep the stench out of her breathing range.

After the surrounding air was cleared away, Zhou Ruo finally recovered.

She wanted to see what kind of illness could emit such a "foul stench"!

An Chang had already made way for them, and Zhou Ruo and Zhao Jinzhong quickly squeezed to the front of the crowd.

"It's Ling San." An Chang recognized the person lying on the couch as Ling Yu, the third young master of the Duke of Ling's mansion.

Because he was the third son in the Duke of Ling's mansion, the young masters of noble families all called him Ling San.

In the streets and alleys, he was known as Young Master Ling or Young Master Ling.

The reason why outsiders didn't call him by his name but gave him this nickname was related to his dissolute behavior.

Before he was even fourteen, Ling Yu began frequenting brothels, bullying the poor and oppressing the rich, and was known for his dissolute and licentious nature.

That's why outsiders gave him the nickname "Ling San," which sounds like a hooligan.

Ling San is now over seventeen years old, but rumors circulate that he suffers from many strange illnesses, and his reputation is generally poor.

When Zhao Jinzhong heard An Chang say that the servant was from the Duke of Ling's mansion, he had a premonition that Ling San was upstairs.

And something bad must have happened.

His initial intention to stop Zhou Ruo was not because he was afraid of causing trouble.

He just didn't want Zhou Ruo to see someone like Ling San; he was too dirty.

But thinking that this might be an opportunity for Zhou Ruo to cure her illness and increase her spiritual power, he hesitated for a long time before reluctantly bringing Zhou Ruo up to take a look.

Today, Ling San only left two servants in the private room. The servants were busy running around and didn't pay any attention to the people standing and watching outside the door.

In addition, their young master was already infamous, and most of the people outside the door were young masters and ladies from prominent families in the capital, so they couldn't afford to offend them.

Since the door can't be closed anyway, let them see as much as they want!

The doctor kept taking Ling San's pulse, his brows furrowed.

A moment later, the doctor pulled open Ling San's clothes to take a look, and then hurriedly stood up.

He bowed respectfully and said, "I cannot cure your illness, young master. You should seek another doctor!"

After saying that, the doctor slung his medicine box over his shoulder and ran off in a flash.

"What should we do?" the two servants asked anxiously.

"If we take the young master back to the manor like this, the master will see it and the young master will be beaten half to death, and neither of us will survive."

"But if we don't take him back, the young master probably won't last much longer in this state."

"If anything happens to the young master, neither of us will survive."

"Why don't we go back and tell Madam? Madam dotes on the young master; she'll surely find a way."

The two servants, who were probably frequently punished, were now hesitant and unsure of what to do.

Just as the two were whispering, Zhou Ruo had already seen through Ling San's sickly aura.

His illness was extremely turbid, mixed with many strange and indiscriminate diseases and parasites.

She whispered to Zhao Jinzhong, "Brother, that guy is so dirty! No wonder he smells so bad!"

Zhao Jinzhong was initially taken aback.

But having learned about Zhou Ruo's medical skills, he wasn't surprised that Zhou Ruo was able to discover Ling San's problem so quickly.

"Ruoruo, if you don't want to treat this person, we can choose not to."

Zhou Ruo shook her head. Treating the sick and saving lives is a doctor's duty, and Zhou Ruo would not verify the identity of patients in front of them.

She will seek treatment as long as she can.

Moreover, restoring her spiritual power is her top priority right now.

Suddenly, Ling Yu, who had been lying there groaning in pain, began to breathe rapidly, his lips turned purple, and he looked like he was about to suffocate.

Seeing this, the two servants became even more anxious. "Why don't we go and find another doctor?"

"What good are these quacks in the streets? Even the imperial physicians can't cure the young master!"

"But we must at least find a way to help the young master recover, to keep him alive for now!"

The two servants were both hoping the other would go out to find a doctor first, and they argued for a long time without moving.

Ling Yu took a deep breath: "You two useless pieces of trash, hurry up and find someone for me!"

"Help...help...my...life..." His face gradually changed from bluish-purple to dark red.

Just then, a clear, childlike voice came from the doorway: "Take his clothes off first!"

The two servants stopped arguing and suddenly looked quietly towards the door.

After glancing at the crowd, he looked down and saw a four or five-year-old girl pointing at Ling Yu sitting on the couch.

"If you don't hurry up and take off his clothes, he'll die of heatstroke," Zhou Ruo said again when the two didn't move.

The two servants looked around blankly, but they had no other choice. It was better to do something than to just wait idly.

Zhou Ruo took a few steps into the house, and Zhao Jinzhong followed, saying to the people behind him:

"An Chang, close the door!" He didn't want outsiders to see Zhou Ruohui treating patients, especially Ling San.

An Chang was standing there in a daze, but after Zhao Jinzhong gave him this instruction, he immediately came back to his senses.

"Alright, alright, stop looking and step back!" An Chang said to the onlookers while making a closing motion.

"Hey you guys over here, move back a bit! Stop looking, what's so interesting?"

At first, everyone was reluctant to be driven away by An Chang, but seeing An Chang's "master" attitude, they all obediently backed away.

The two servants saw Zhou Ruo take out a needle case from her bosom, take out a shiny silver needle, and press one hand on Ling Yu's chest.

"What are you doing?!" A servant stepped forward to stop her, and when he got close to Zhou Ruo, he even tried to snatch the needle from her hand.

The next second, a scream was heard: "Ouch! Young master, spare me! Spare me!"