"Young Master, would you like to buy it?" Jiang Tang asked in return.
"Name your price!"
Jiang Tang...
This sickly beauty has such a domineering CEO vibe; should she act like Cinderella?
Pah, pah, pah... bad luck. Why am I thinking about CEOs and Cinderella? Isn't that something only a love brain would do?
She, Jiang Tang, is determined not to fall in love and will only focus on her career.
However, she very spinelessly raised a finger—the middle finger.
She suddenly came to her senses, startled, and quickly switched to her index finger.
She cursed inwardly: Good heavens! Contempt is one thing, but you pig brain, why are you sending such stupid commands to my fingers?
He cannot see, he cannot see.
She picked up her teacup and took a big gulp, trying to hide her embarrassment, but she did not notice that the pair of eyes behind the hat veil had already taken everything in.
Xiao Mingyuan raised an eyebrow, a flash of surprise in his eyes, which then turned into a very faint smile.
This young lady is quite interesting. A moment ago she was trembling with fear, yet in the blink of an eye, she dares to pull such a stunt. She is much more lively than the young ladies he has seen in the capital city.
A very light laugh escaped his throat, like wind blowing through withered leaves, so faint it was almost inaudible.
"One thousand liang?" He spoke, following Jiang Tang's gesture.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Tang almost spat out her tea. She had only said one hundred taels; the gap was too large, he had directly added an extra zero for her.
But she was even more afraid that he would take the goods and her life, so she quickly shook her head.
Seeing this, Xiao Mingyuan pondered for a moment and then said, "Ten thousand liang?"
Good heavens, why is he raising the price himself?
Seeing that she no longer shook her head, he added, "Young lady, if you think that is acceptable, I will have someone fetch the banknote now."
Could Jiang Tang say no? The price was his own suggestion; this could not be blamed on her. She nodded happily: "That is acceptable."
Xiao Mingyuan nodded slightly to the Guard behind him. The Guard understood and turned to leave the room to find the Shopkeeper for the money.
Jiang Tang looked at the Guard's back, feeling as if she were dreaming.
It was just a glass vase she had brought from modern times that cost nine yuan and nine cents, and it could actually be exchanged for ten thousand liang of silver?
Before she could happily receive the silver, Xiao Mingyuan suddenly tilted to one side and rolled off the stool. With a "thump," he fell to the ground, his breath instantly becoming as weak as a candle in the wind, and he fell into a coma.
Jiang Tang was instantly stunned. He isn't trying to feign an accident to extort money from her, is he?
Even if he had to faint, he should have at least waited until she had taken the silver and left!
She had noticed earlier that his breathing was flustered, clearly holding on by force; it seemed his condition had suddenly worsened.
Should she save him or not? The Guard had not returned yet.
"Oh, forget it." She gritted her teeth; her professional habit had kicked in again. She could not stand by and watch someone die.
She had once recited the doctor's code: one must not abandon a patient, and one must not miss any opportunity for Treatment.
Jiang Tang immediately crouched down to check Xiao Mingyuan's Pulse. The moment her fingertips touched his wrist, her expression turned as pale as paper.
His Pulse was so weak it was barely detectable against the bone, as light as a spider thread that could snap at any moment; it was clearly a sign of impending death.
In her urgency, she snatched off his Hat, revealing a handsome and cold face.
His lips were dark purple, his Breath shallow and labored, and his brows were knitted together.
Cold sweat on his forehead had soaked his sideburns, even his fingertips were turning a deathly pale, and the temperature of his body was dropping at an alarming speed.
He was poisoned!
"Treading Cloud Miasma!" Jiang Tang's heart sank.
She had seen records of this poison in medical cases from her past life. The poison was insidious and deeply latent, brought from the Womb.
Those poisoned have steps as unsteady as if treading on clouds, their Breath is shallow and difficult to settle, their throats feel tight, they pant at the slightest movement, and their chest feels stifled. Ordinary doctors cannot find the root cause at all, no wonder he has been bedridden for so many years.
She could cure this poison, but right now she had neither Medicinal Herbs nor silver needles, so she could only perform emergency Treatment first.
Jiang Tang took a deep breath, pressed both hands on Xiao Mingyuan's chest, found his acupoint, and used a clever force to press and massage, trying to slow the speed at which the poison source was spreading to his heart.
Just then, the Guard who went to get the silver pushed the door open and entered.
He saw at one glance that Jiang Tang was leaning down, pressing on his Master's chest.
His eyes instantly split with rage. He drew his sword with a "swish" and pointed it at her, shouting sternly: "What are you doing?! How dare you plot against my Master! Stop immediately, or I will cut you down with one strike!"
"Stop nagging, hurry and get a set of silver needles. If you don't save him now, you can just wait to hear the funeral music!" Jiang Tang did not even look up, and the force in her hands did not diminish in the slightest.
The situation was critical; she could not care about etiquette. She directly reached out to pull open Xiao Mingyuan's Lapel and quickly pressed her fingertips on several acupoints on his chest. Her technique was swift and precise, not at all like an ordinary country girl.
The Guard was startled by her determined appearance, and seeing his Master's face blue and purple and without a sound, his heart gave a "thump."
His Master had been having frequent attacks recently. When they came out earlier, his Master did not allow Doctor Meng to follow, and it was already too late to go and invite Doctor Meng now.
Although he did not trust Jiang Tang, his Master was currently in mortal danger. After hesitating for a moment, he could only grit his teeth and sheath his sword: "If you dare to play any tricks, I will definitely tear you to pieces!"
After saying this, the Guard turned and rushed out. With a tap of his toes, he used his Lightness Skill, his figure sweeping downstairs like an arrow released from a bow, stirring up a gust of wind.
In just a moment's effort, he returned, clutching a pouch of silver needles tightly in his hand.
Almost at the same time, the sound of hurried footsteps came from downstairs, fast and heavy; it was clearly the Shopkeeper following him up.
"Quick, help me carry him to that table." Jiang Tang looked up at the Guard, her tone brooking no refusal. "The floor is too cold, his body temperature is dropping too fast. If we delay any longer, even the gods won't be able to save him."
Hearing this, the Guard looked at his Master lying on the floor with an increasingly blue and purple face, and remembered that the imperial physicians always said "must not be exposed to cold" when diagnosing him in the past. His doubt toward Jiang Tang dissipated by more than half.
He no longer hesitated, leaned down, and carefully picked up Xiao Mingyuan horizontally. His Master's body was as light as a feather, which made his heart tighten.
"There is a bed in the inner room, it will be more convenient to provide Treatment to the Young Master."
The Shopkeeper had already pushed open the room door to the inner room. The furnishings inside were simple, with a canopy bed placed against the wall, covered with a clean mattress. "Quick, put the Young Master on the bed."
The Guard nodded, carried Xiao Mingyuan into the inner room, and gently placed him on the bed.
Jiang Tang followed closely behind, took the silver needle pouch from the Guard's hand, and skillfully spread it out with her fingertips.
She took a deep breath, first reached out to check Xiao Mingyuan's carotid artery, then felt his wrist, and her brows furrowed even tighter.
She picked up a three-inch-long silver needle, scorched it over the candle flame, pinched the end of the needle with her fingertips, and fixed her gaze on the acupoint on Xiao Mingyuan's chest. Concentrating her mind and steadying her energy, she lowered her wrist slightly, and the silver needle pierced into the acupoint at just the right depth.
The Guard and the Shopkeeper stood beside them, not daring to breathe.
They saw Jiang Tang's fingers flying, and one silver needle after another landed on Xiao Mingyuan's Baihui, Neiguan, Zu San Li, and other acupoints.
Her technique was fast and accurate, without the slightest hesitation. She was nothing like a country girl; she was even more efficient than the imperial physicians in the palace.
As the last silver needle fell, Jiang Tang's forehead was already covered in beads of sweat.
She stared at Xiao Mingyuan's complexion, and seeing the blue and purple gradually fading slightly and his breathing seeming to stabilize, she breathed a sigh of relief: "It is temporarily stabilized, but this is only an emergency measure. To cure it completely, we still need to prepare medicine."
The Guard, listening from the side, felt his heart tighten and could not help but ask: "Can you really cure my Master, young lady?"
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