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"Yes." Doctor Duan followed her gaze and understood. The sixty-year-old man walked with unusual speed, placing the mung bean cake in front of Renbao. "Little miracle doctor, would you like some?"

Renbao thought for a moment, realizing she had to act like a teacher, so she pretended to be calm and pushed the food away with her chubby little hand: "I don't want to eat it, you eat it."

Dr. Duan was stunned. Could it be that he had misunderstood?

He had no choice but to put it back.

Renbao grew anxious, her gaze fixed on the mung bean cake in his hand, her cheeks taut: "Aren't you going to ask me anything?"

Doctor Duan was somewhat bewildered, holding the mung bean cake, unsure whether to put it down or not.

Wei Huaihao understood Renbao's little scheme. He coughed and winked at Doctor Duan.

Doctor Duan suddenly realized what was going on, and put the mung bean cake back in front of Renbao, coaxing him gently, "Little miracle doctor, please try it, please try it."

"Then I'll just have a small bite."

One second Renbao had a serious expression, but the next he was holding a mung bean cake in both hands, eating it with relish, his cheeks puffed out, and the gold bracelet on his wrist jingled with each movement.

"Delicious!" Renbao finished the first bite, her eyebrows relaxed, and she stared longingly at the mung bean cake on his plate. She hadn't had enough.

Dr. Duan was quite perceptive this time: "Have a few more pieces."

Renbao immediately nodded his head like a chick pecking at rice: "Okay!"

The doctors and patients at the clinic looked at Renbao, who ate with delicate manners and had crumbs of pastry on his lips, and seemed somewhat dazed.

One moment the golden dumpling was saving someone, the next it was eating so deliciously, so soft and cute, so well-behaved, I want to steal it home!

Renbao looked up at Qin Sangsang, who had been carried onto the bed, and said, "Grandpa Duan, that aunt is about to give birth. Give her a bowl of ginseng soup so she will have the strength to give birth."

"Dr. Duan, just listen to the little miracle doctor, take the century-old ginseng from the clinic, no matter the price!" Zhang Fan quickly said, looking at Renbao with great gratitude.

He and Sangsang were so lucky to have met the little miracle doctor!

Renbao shook his head upon hearing this: "No! Auntie is too weak. A hundred-year-old ginseng is too nourishing; she won't be able to handle it. Regular ginseng will suffice!"

Doctor Duan nodded: "That's right, the body is too weak to tolerate strong tonics."

He immediately ordered someone to decoct ginseng, while he squatted beside Renbao, his gaze fixed on her with intense longing.

"If Doctor Duan has time, please give me acupuncture," Wei Huaihao said to Doctor Duan.

Just as Doctor Duan was about to agree, he hurriedly said, "Lord Wei, the little miracle doctor is right here. Why don't you ask her to help? Her acupuncture skills are superior to mine!"

Wei Huaihao paused for a moment, then looked at Renbao: "Renbao, is it okay?"

"Sure, but I need to pay you." Renbao rubbed his fingers together, then continued eating his pastries, not even bothering to take his pulse, and said directly, "Grandpa Wei, you have a fleshy lump inside your body. If we remove it, you won't feel any pain anymore!"

She wanted to tell him why Mei Zi had been following him and why he had felt so heavy and uncomfortable before, but since everyone is afraid of ghosts, it was better not to tell him!

"A fleshy lump?" Doctor Duan asked eagerly, "How did the little miracle doctor figure it out?"

Renbao said, "You can tell at a glance, can't you tell?"

Dr. Duan: I have been slandered.

He originally wanted to learn from Renbao, but how could he learn from this!

Doctor Duan said dejectedly, "Qingmao's aptitude is not good; I can't tell."

This was the first time Wei Huaihao had heard the idea that there was a fleshy lump inside his body. Every time the pain came, it was excruciating, and only Dr. Duan could relieve it with acupuncture.

Dr. Duan could not find a specific symptom.

Renbao knew it at a glance.

Wei Huaihao couldn't help but ask, "Renbao, how much silver will it cost to treat me?"

He thought it would take a lot.

However, if it can cure the disease, it would be worth spending all the money.

Renbao held up one chubby little finger: "One hundred taels."

Wei Huaihao was taken aback for a moment, then immediately took out a hundred-tael silver note and gave it to her, saying solemnly, "Renbao, I'm entrusting this to you."

Renbao happily put away the silver notes.

She's making money again!

Doctor Duan quickly said, "Young miracle doctor, Lord Wei, please move to the inner room."

The lobby was packed with people.

Wei Huaihao, who preferred peace and quiet, nodded upon hearing this, picked up Renbao, and walked towards the inner room.

"Is that Grand Tutor Wei?" A handsome young man glanced at Wei Huaihao's profile and asked in surprise.

The guard beside him had an icy demeanor, holding his sword tightly to protect him: "It is only natural that the young divine doctor has appeared at Yuande Hall, and that Grand Tutor Wei has come to seek medical treatment."

"But I haven't seen the little miracle doctor anywhere. Could he have left?" Wen Shu said disappointedly, his eyes filled with anxiety. "Then my brother's illness is hopeless."

The guard calmly said, "Young master, don't be impatient, wait a little longer."

When the city's high-ranking officials and nobles heard that the young miracle doctor was at Yuande Hall, they immediately came by carriage and surrounded the hall.

Renbao is asleep.

She gave Wei Huaihao a few acupuncture needles and said to Doctor Duan, "Did you remember?"

Dr. Duan held the yellowed paper, his face serious: "I've got it."

Renbao yawned: "Then you'll be the one to give Grandpa Wei acupuncture for ten days straight, and the 'fleshy uncle' inside Grandpa Wei will completely disappear!"

After she finished speaking, she closed her eyes and slumped to the side.

Doctor Duan quickly covered her with a light blanket and asked Wei Huaihao with some anticipation, "Lord Wei, how are you feeling now?"

Wei Huaihao felt refreshed and energetic. Renbao was young, so the needles were inserted very quickly, and he could hardly feel any pain.

After the needles were removed, he felt a sudden sense of relief throughout his body, and he felt as if his chronic illness was completely cured.

"I haven't felt this comfortable in a long time," Wei Huaihao said with emotion, a tear welling up in his eyes. He was already very fortunate to be free from the torment of illness in the remaining days of his life.

Looking at Renbao sleeping soundly, he solemnly said thank you in his heart.

"This little miracle doctor is only three years old, yet he possesses such extraordinary acupuncture skills. Such exquisite and profound medical expertise is something I, an old man, have never been able to match in my entire life." Doctor Duan held the acupuncture points that Renbao had drawn as he performed the acupuncture, becoming more and more fascinated as he looked at them.

Just then, a cry of surprise came from outside.

"She's given birth! Madam Zhang has given birth!"

"It really was just a quarter of an hour! The little miracle doctor was absolutely right, he's truly amazing!"

Zhang Fan came out carrying a baby boy, and knelt on the ground, weeping with joy: "Thank you, little miracle doctor, for keeping my wife and child safe."

God knows how desperate he was just fifteen minutes ago.

Wen Shu, who had been standing in the corner, couldn't contain himself any longer and rushed forward: "Where is this little miracle doctor you mentioned?"

The high-ranking officials and dignitaries who came seeking medical treatment immediately turned their attention to Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan was taken aback, looked around, and didn't see Ren Bao anywhere. "Yeah, where's the little miracle doctor? I haven't paid him yet!"

Wei Huaihao had already carried Renbao out the back door and boarded the carriage to leave.

The Yuande Hall was bustling with noise inside and out.

Doctor Duan came out and said with a friendly smile, "The little miracle doctor is not in the hall anymore, everyone please go back."

"Doctor Duan, could you please tell me the whereabouts of the young miracle doctor? I haven't paid him yet," Zhang Fan quickly asked.

Everyone pricked up their ears, eager to know the whereabouts of the little miracle doctor.

Dr. Duan shook his head, unwilling to reveal anything without Renbao's permission: "We will meet again if fate allows."

After he finished speaking, he turned and went into the inner room to continue studying acupoints and acupuncture techniques.

The group looked at each other, filled with regret. They wished they had come sooner!

Zhang Fan brought his wife and children back to his residence. As soon as they got off the carriage, they were caught up with.

He looked at the two men, who were clearly master and servant, with a wary expression: "What are you doing here?"

Wen Shu bowed and said, "I am Wen Shu, the second son of the Duke of Zhenguo. I am here to seek medical treatment for my elder brother. Where was the last time Young Master Zhang saw the young miracle doctor?"

"It was at Yuande Hall," Zhang Fan blurted out. "I don't know when the little miracle doctor left; my mind was entirely on my wife and children at the time."

Wen Shu pressed further, "Was there anyone else with that young miracle doctor?"

Zhang Fan recalled: "I only heard Doctor Duan call the person next to the little miracle doctor 'Lord Wei'."

Wen Shu's pupils contracted as he looked at the guard: "It's Grand Tutor Wei!"