My Lady Always Lacks Ambition-Chapter 960 - 939: Never Afraid of Being Swindled

Qin Liuxi wasn’t afraid of being blackmailed; any attempts at extortion in front of her were futile. Seeing as the ruffian’s father was known as Scholar Shan, she did not refuse this consultation.

"Maybe you should reconsider. I’ve heard several doctors have consulted for his young wife without success, claiming it’s an incurable illness. You don’t need to waste your reputation," Nian Youwei advised.

Qin Liuxi shook her head with a smile: "For those practicing medicine, avoiding consultations over fear of ruining their reputation during difficult diagnoses changes the fundamental purpose of our craft. For me, curing the illness adds to my merit; if I can’t cure it, I will speak frankly. Reputation? I’ve never been afraid of losing it!"

If it falls, just put it back up again, what’s the big deal?

Nian Youwei was embarrassed.

The ruffian Lai San was already supporting his young wife in the shelter in front of the City God Temple, accompanied by Steward Zhong and a government guard, fearing he might cause trouble.

Beside him, his young wife was indeed young. Lai San was nearing thirty, but his wife was only fifteen or sixteen, very young and in poor health. It was said she became his wife because he bought her.

Yes, the sell-yourself-to-bury-your-father story fell into Lai San’s hands. For just three silver, Lai San saw she had some looks, so he pawned his father’s only valuable jade pen holder and bought her. After burying her father, she packed a small bundle and followed him home.

She wasn’t looking to land a wealthy husband by selling herself; Lai San was much older, but Mrs. Deng didn’t mind. He paid, so she was his, proving faithful.

As for Lai San, he was overjoyed to get himself a wife, though he remained a rascal and ruffian. They lived off the small cakes his young wife sold, and the neighbors all said that Mrs. Deng fell from one pit into another. Yet Mrs. Deng was dutiful and obedient, taking great care of Lai San.

Everyone said Lai San got all the luck from his deceased father, who protected him while alive. Now, even without his father, he bought himself a young wife to serve him tirelessly, with a gentle temperament.

It’s a pity this ruffian didn’t cherish his fortune. He settled down but didn’t mature, didn’t find a proper job; his wife was virtuous, his life could be harmonious, yet he stuck in his ways—being a ruffian became his addiction. Mrs. Deng even defended him, saying he was just young and naive.

Bah, a thirty-year-old youngster? With good luck, people are fathers by thirty and yet here he is still claiming youthfulness!

Qin Liuxi was somewhat intrigued by the couple. Upon seeing them, she gave them a glance and found them interesting.

Mrs. Deng’s complexion was sallow, her figure skinny, her eyebrows furrowed, but her clothing was quite tidy. Her hands had neatly trimmed nails, and her fingers were delicately long; her hands looked better than her face.

And that ruffian Lai San, had little flesh on his face, his beady eyes spinning mischievously. His hands were rough, with calluses at the base of the thumb, likely due to frequent labor.

"Master, I’ve heard your medical skills are exceptional. Could you check on my wife?" Lai San brazenly approached, "Those quack doctors all said my wife’s illness was untreatable. I think they’re just unskilled."

"If I can’t cure her either, will you blackmail me, take me to court and demand compensation for the medical fees?" Qin Liuxi asked, half-smirking.

Lai San’s gaze faltered, and he chuckled awkwardly, "No such thing, I’m not that kind of person."

Mrs. Deng stood, her waist slightly bent, smiled at Qin Liuxi, and said, "Master, my husband was rude. I just have an old ailment, simple stomach pain, it usually settles down with some medicinal herbs."

"You don’t seem to have simple stomach pain, sit down." Qin Liuxi motioned, and Teng Zhao took out the medicine pillow.

Mrs. Deng hesitated for a moment, then sat down and placed her hand on the medicine pillow.

A crowd gathered outside the shelter to watch the spectacle, as famous city ruffian Lai San brought his wife to see the doctor again, though her illness was unknown. Each previous visit ended unresolved, followed by Lai San extorting the doctors with demands for compensation.

This time, the doctor was a Daoist; perhaps his approach would be different?

Someone asked loudly, "Daoist Doctor, are you diagnosing through communication with God? Will you perform rites to ask God and see clearly? Or is it enough to just drink talisman water?"

Qin Liuxi’s mouth twitched. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Steward Zhong stepped out, scolding, "Stop clamoring! Daoist doctors are doctors too, they diagnose by checking the pulse. Don’t disturb the consultation!"