After learning that Prince Consort Jingguo’s foolish illness had actually been cured, Feng Shu was greatly shocked.
Oh heavens! At the time, Sister Lin had only said she would casually treat him a bit so he wouldn’t die—and yet that “casual treatment” turned out to be anything but ordinary.
Even the entire Imperial Medical Bureau, summoned from the palace, had been unable to cure his foolishness, yet Sister Lin had resolved it in one move.
How incredible.
Sister Lin had once said her adoptive mother was skilled in medicine—so just who exactly was her adoptive mother?
Feng Shu went to Madam Feng’s courtyard, where all the elders of the household were gathered in the old madam’s room.
Old Madam Feng’s condition was very serious. After the previous incident at the Prime Minister’s residence, where Feng Shu nearly fell into a trap, she had suffered a fit of rage and fallen into a coma, unable to take even food or drink.
If she could not eat, she would only be waiting for death.
Several of Feng Shu’s uncles sat by the bedside, all wearing heavy expressions.
All the renowned physicians they could invite had already been summoned, yet the old madam showed no improvement—she was now at the point where even a drop of water could not go in.
If she passed away, Feng Shu’s eldest uncle Feng Yuan would have to resign and observe mourning for three years.
After three years, whether he could return to office would still be uncertain.
He had worked so hard for years to rise to the position of Minister of the Court of Judicial Review; he was the backbone of the entire family. If he had to step down for three years, the Feng family would surely decline.
Feng Yuan comforted his younger brothers: “I’ve already sent people to seek other famous doctors. I believe Mother’s illness can be cured.”
Feng Shu was also very worried about her grandmother. After some thought, she quietly called her father out and told him about Sister Lin’s medical skills.
Feng Yuan was shocked. “You’re saying she treated the Crown Prince Consort after pulling him out of the water—and even performed acupuncture?”
“Father, I was right there helping keep watch. I saw it all clearly.”
Feng Yuan was astonished beyond words. The Empress Dowager had previously sent all the imperial physicians to treat the Crown Prince Consort without any effect, and the Prince Consort had also searched far and wide for doctors with no success. Yet a girl of only thirteen or fourteen had casually used a few needles and cured him.
This girl was beyond “extraordinary.”
Feng Shu reminded her father: “Sister Lin never explicitly said she knew medicine. She likely doesn’t want to publicize it, so we shouldn’t spread it for now.”
“Alright. Then ask her quietly whether she would be willing to come treat your grandmother. If she agrees, she can name any conditions afterward.”
“Understood, Father.”
Feng Shu found Lin Qianqian at the Jiang residence.
“Sister Lin, you really are amazing. Just a few casual needles, and you cured the Crown Prince Consort’s foolishness.”
“He wasn’t seriously ill. I just used acupuncture to unblock his circulation.”
To think so many famous doctors were helpless—yet Sister Lin called it “not serious”? Then what kind of illness would count as serious in her eyes?
Perhaps her grandmother’s illness could be treated too.
“Sister Lin, to be honest, after the incident at the Prime Minister’s banquet, I told my family about Wang Qing trying to harm me. My grandmother was so enraged that she fell into a coma. Please help treat her.”
“Alright. But it’s not the right time to openly reveal that I know medicine. I’m best at acupuncture, and it’s very mentally draining. With my current energy, I can only treat one patient every half month.”
“Alright, I’ll keep it strictly confidential—even Hanmeng won’t be told.”
Lin Qianqian voiced Feng Shu’s thoughts: “Sister Feng must be curious why I know medicine, right? I told you before at the cosmetics shop—my adoptive mother knows medicine. In truth, my adoptive mother is the divine physician Madam Luo Xue.”
Divine Physician Madam Luo Xue?
That was a legendary healer said to be almost godlike—someone even the emperor could not summon.
And she was actually Sister Lin’s adoptive mother.
Although tales of the Divine Physician circulated widely, very few had ever seen her true appearance. It was said she loved traveling and rarely stayed in one place.
So when Sister Lin said her adoptive parents had been traveling for years, it made sense.
At noon, men and women of the Feng family stood nervously outside the main gate of the Feng residence, waiting.
Even the gatekeeper thought: today the entire household has been cleaned and prepared so grandly—it feels like New Year’s.
For the master of the house to lead the whole family out to welcome a guest, that guest must be extremely distinguished.
But after waiting and waiting, they saw a carriage from which a young girl—only thirteen or fourteen years old—stepped down.
This… this was the honored guest the entire household had come out to greet?
The gatekeeper was shocked but dared not speak of it, since the master had ordered no one was to discuss today’s guest.
After entering the Feng residence, Lin Qianqian was led by Feng Shu to the reception hall.
More than a dozen kinds of fruits and pastries were arranged on the table.
Madam Feng personally handed her a cup of tea. “Good child, autumn is dry—drink some tea to moisten your throat.”
Lin Qianqian took the cup and set it aside, then stood up. “Madam, there’s no need to be so polite. We’re all on the same side. Let’s go see the old madam first.”
The two women accompanied her into the old madam’s room.
Because the old madam was afraid of the cold, charcoal fires burned inside and all the windows were tightly shut.
Lin Qianqian immediately had all the windows opened.
“Her illness requires fresh air.”
Madam Feng asked cautiously, “Can the old madam’s illness be cured?”
“It can. If delayed a few more days, even the gods would be powerless.”
She softened her tone: “It’s not actually difficult. She suffered emotional shock, causing qi and blood to surge and block her circulation. A few acupuncture needles will clear it.”
Madam Feng thought: the imperial physicians said the same—but even after needles and medicine, there was no improvement.
Still, she hoped this girl could truly save the old madam. She would even light a longevity lamp and pray for her daily.
Seeing Lin Qianqian take out a full set of silver needles, Madam Feng quickly led Feng Shu out and personally guarded the door.
A skilled physician feared most that their techniques would be observed, so she ensured no one approached.
After about the time it takes an incense stick to burn, Lin Qianqian spoke weakly:
“Sister Feng, have someone bring a basin.”
Feng Shu remembered how exhausted she had looked after treating the Crown Prince Consort—acupuncture must truly be very draining for her.
Feng Shu personally brought the basin inside.
But she saw that the old madam still had not awakened. Instead, Lin Qianqian supported her head as she turned sideways and vomited thick black blood into the basin, turning the entire water dark.
Feng Shu’s hands trembled in fear.
The old madam continued vomiting black blood, over and over. It was a shocking sight.
Madam Feng was terrified—was this… going to kill her?
Just as panic peaked, the vomiting stopped.
Then something unbelievable happened.
The unconscious old madam suddenly opened her eyes—and even stood up with the help of a maid.
Madam Feng rubbed her eyes in disbelief. When she looked again, the old madam was truly walking, though weakly.
She burst into tears of joy. The old madam had finally recovered—and her husband’s position as Minister of the Court of Judicial Review was safe.
Lin Qianqian explained gently, seeing Madam Feng staring at the basin with red eyes: “Don’t worry, Madam. That’s just stagnant blood.”
Madam Feng nodded, then suddenly knelt. “Good child, you are the great benefactor of our Feng family.”
Lin Qianqian quickly helped her up. She was a junior—she could not accept such a gesture from an elder.