That wretched vixen has disguised herself as my wife!

The line of patients couldn't resist and stepped back, wanting her to rest for a while.

Fang Zhiyi helplessly propped her chin up and winked at Jiang Jingming.

"Come here and talk to me."

Having deciphered her implied meaning, Jiang Jingming bypassed the crowd and walked up to her, only to find that several herbs in the cart were already empty.

"You've really gone to a lot of trouble. Do you have enough medicinal herbs? I'll go buy some."

"No need, Chief Secretary Wen has sent people to help, it will be delivered in a little while."

Fang Zhiyi shook her head and looked at him with a smile:

"Bring the child over first."

"..."

Jiang Jingming was slightly taken aback. He hadn't expected that she would guess what he and Xie Yunqi were up to before he even spoke.

"She has been in poor health for many years and has a chronic heart condition. Today's sunshine is too much for her."

Fang Zhiyi tapped the table with her fingers casually, seemingly indifferent, yet her gestures were undeniably forceful.

She had already grasped the general idea of ​​the illness with just a glance from afar.

This is truly medical skill that doesn't belong in the mortal world.

Jiang Jingming couldn't help but sigh softly to himself, and beckoned Xie Yunqi to bring the person over.

"Oh, and that little yellow dog too."

Fang Zhiyi spoke lazily again, tossing half a bottle of wound medicine from the box into Jiang Jingming's hand.

"For ordinary external wounds, just apply it and don't let it rub off on its own."

"it is good."

Jiang Jingming nodded, thinking that this guy probably really did have the ability to read minds.

"By the way, don't apply it, let them apply it."

Fang Zhiyi smiled and smiled at him:

"This medicine will hurt a little. Even the most well-behaved puppy will bite if it gets angry."

A sincere leave request

QAQ I overdid it with the game update season... I'll update earlier tomorrow!!!

Chapter 136: Declaring that Fate is in Her Hands

The wind rustles the willows along the riverbank, where the sun shines in the shade.

"You always feel weak in your limbs, dizzy, have a tightness in your chest, and occasionally cough up blood, is that right?"

Fang Zhiyi half-squatted beside the steps, her fingers resting on the little bear's wrist, and raised her eyebrows with a smile.

"Ah."

The little bear sat on the steps and nodded obediently.

A group of children huddled together, heads close together, looking at each other with worried expressions.

None of them knew that Little Bear's condition had worsened to the point of coughing up blood. This child had been suffering from illness for many years, and his endurance far exceeded that of ordinary people.

How long have these symptoms lasted?

After taking her pulse, Fang Zhiyi did not let go of her hand. Instead, he gently took her hand in his palm.

"It's been there since I can remember."

The little bear lowered its head shyly; this older sister was so beautiful that it was a little embarrassing to look into her eyes.

"I've been coughing up blood more often lately... Many times I'm awake, but I can't open my eyes, though I can hear people talking next to me. It's like having a nightmare, and I just can't wake up."

As Little Bear spoke, a hint of sadness, typical of someone her age, finally appeared on her face.

Jiang Jingming stood to the side, knife slung over his shoulder, listening quietly.

In fact, this situation probably means that she is getting closer and closer to death; this child understands everything.

“Sometimes I’m terrified that I’ll fall asleep and never wake up again, and never see everyone’s faces again.”

The little bear coughed softly and lowered its head.

Hearing her say that, some of the more sentimental children couldn't help but start wiping away tears.

The eldest brother in charge was standing the furthest away, squatting alone by the river. His thin back was curled up, making people realize that he was actually just a child of about ten years old.

"understood."

Fang Zhiyi seemed to sigh slightly, and she gently touched the teddy bear's forehead.

"Don't worry, your sister will heal you."

"really?"

The little bear raised its head hopefully, a faint glimmer of light appearing in its eyes.

"real."

Fang Zhiyi smiled, her expression still gentle, yet undeniably convincing.

"What exactly is the illness?"

Jiang Jingming walked over to the two of them, sat down against the steps, and looked at Fang Zhiyi with a probing gaze.

"He was born with a weak constitution and deficiency in both the lungs and kidneys. Recently, his deficiency fire has been rising and damaging his lung vessels, which is why he has been coughing up blood continuously."

Fang Zhiyi pondered for a moment, carefully analyzing her condition:

"This is a disease I was born with, which is why people say I can't survive. However, if I had paid attention to nutrition from a young age and had medication to treat it, it wouldn't be as serious as it is now."

"I see."

Jiang Jingming nodded slightly as he watched the little bear listening attentively.

For her parents, it was better to abandon her and let her fend for herself than to devote all their energy to raising a child who might die at any time.

"What treatment should we give now?"

"If it were an ordinary doctor, he would probably choose to give her a large amount of medicine to reduce internal heat, nourish the kidneys, and prolong her life."

Fang Zhiyi smiled slightly at this point, then abruptly changed the subject:

"But I don't agree."

"why?"

Jiang Jingming and the children next to him asked in unison.

"It's just treating the symptoms, not the root cause. Forcing her to take medication to prolong her life will only leave her in this sickly state for the rest of her life. She won't be able to run or jump; she'll just be lying in bed, spending her life in a daze."

Fang Zhiyi's smile was faint, making it impossible to discern her emotions.

"Furthermore, if the condition is allowed to continue like this, she will be in a coma for longer and longer periods each day, until one day she will never wake up again and will become a living dead."

"So what would you choose?"

Looking into Fang Zhiyi's eyes, Jiang Jingming felt as if he were looking into a bottomless pool of water.

I would choose...

Fang Zhiyi's voice trailed off as she turned around and quietly looked at the little bear.

Are you afraid of pain?

"I'm not afraid."

Little Bear answered almost without hesitation; she had long been used to it over the years.

"It doesn't hurt in the way you think."

Fang Zhiyi smiled, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.

She had taken off that gentle mask at some point, and even her tone of voice was indifferent and devoid of emotion.

“The root of your illness lies in your lung meridians. I will use a knife to cut open your chest from here and completely clear out the blood stasis.”

She used her hand as a knife and made a vague gesture in front of her chest.

With just this one movement, a chill seemed to suddenly rise from her hand, and everyone around her shivered.

"No, no, that won't do!"

The children standing nearby were the first to frantically wave their hands in protest:

"If you operate like that, the person will die!"

"Exactly! Who can withstand such a huge wound!"

"Sister, please prescribe some medicine for Little Bear. She's already weak; how can she withstand this?"

In the midst of the lively discussion, no one agreed.

Fang Zhiyi heard everything, but simply looked at the little bear quietly, waiting for her answer.

Little Bear was clearly frightened by what she had just said. She had thought that treatment would be painful, but she had never imagined that it would be such a bloody treatment.

After a long while, she raised her eyes and asked earnestly:

"Sister, will I get completely better if this happens? I don't want to have nightmares anymore. I want to grow taller, and I want to climb trees and catch fish in the river with everyone."

"Will do."

Fang Zhiyi slightly curled the corners of her mouth, seemingly quite satisfied with the answer.

Looking at the ripples on the riverbank, Jiang Jingming suddenly realized that Fang Zhiyi probably genuinely wanted to save the little girl.

"Is this kind of treatment very risky?"

The eldest brother, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly got up and came back, kneeling halfway beside the little bear, but keeping his head down and not looking at her.

"nature."

Fang Zhiyi nodded readily.

Will I die?

The eldest brother clenched his fists tightly, his expression as tense as a bowstring.

"Maybe."

Fang Zhiyi smiled casually.

The older brother took a deep breath and looked at her pleadingly:

"Won't the medicine help? We just want her to live; nothing else matters..."

"Big brother."

It was Little Bear who interrupted him; the thin little girl's eyes were full of determination.

“I chose to have my sister operate on me. I don’t want to live in a nightmare I can’t wake up from every day. I’d rather die than be a burden to everyone for the rest of my life.”

"..."

Hearing what the little bear said, even though a thousand words were stuck in my throat, I couldn't say anything to dissuade him.

After hesitating for a long time, the eldest brother suddenly knelt down on the ground with a "thud" and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Please, Lord Rain Master, save Little Bear! I am willing to serve you like a slave, even at the cost of my life, without a single complaint!"

He had been wandering in Fengling City since childhood and never believed in auspicious titles such as "Rain Master" or "Rain God," because he had never received the protection of any deity.

But at this moment, he desperately hoped that the Rain Master before him was a true immortal who could save all living beings from suffering.

"If I keep kowtowing, I'll shorten my lifespan."

Fang Zhiyi smiled helplessly, got up and helped him up:

"I am not some great rain master, but just a frail healer who happened to be passing by."

Jiang Jingming was both amused and exasperated by her usual self-introduction.