My Lady Always Lacks Ambition
Author: Yan Xiaomo
Chapter 662 - 646: What Condition Are You Diagnosing?
Prefecture City has numerous medical halls, yet Lin’s Medical Hall ranks within the top three. The Lin Family has practiced medicine for generations, and it was Lin Yuan, an Imperial Physician during the Previous Emperor Dynasty, who founded this medical hall. Ever since Lin Yuan retired in honor from the Imperial Hospital, no one from the Lin Family has entered the Imperial Hospital again; instead, they have focused solely on running Lin’s Medical Hall. Currently, the head of the medical hall is Lin Yuan’s son, Lin Zhitong.
With the title of former Imperial Physician and their unique Lin’s Acupuncture Technique, they have cured many complex and rare diseases, leading to their rising fame. Naturally, the fees at Lin’s Medical Hall are higher than those at ordinary medical halls, making it unaffordable for common impoverished people who, despite being sick, dare not seek treatment here due to the cost—unless they are desperate and have not found relief elsewhere, leading them to spend all they have.
Thus, Lin’s Medical Hall mostly caters to wealthy gentry and noblemen, often referred to as high-end clients, and does not much conflict with smaller medical halls, as their patient groups are different.
Now, a patient has been thrown out from Lin’s Medical Hall, causing a disturbance.
Qin Liuxi crossed his arms, listening to a woman’s shrill cries, his gaze fixed on her husband.
The man’s complexion shifted from white to gray, his forehead covered in fine sweat, one hand clutching his lower right abdomen, his face showing pain, and moaning escaping from his lips.
The woman argued that the medicine from Lin’s Medical Hall was inappropriate, claiming its consumption was futile and only made things worse, accusing them not of saving lives but of killing.
The gathering crowd increasingly pointed and discussed fervently.
With such a reputation, it’s a big deal if Lin’s Medical Hall’s treatment worsens a condition instead of healing it.
Perhaps due to the woman’s relentless agitation, a thirty-something-year-old man emerged from inside the medical hall, his face stern as he scolded: "Our Lin’s Medical Hall has stood for many years, and my grandfather was the Imperial Physician during the Previous Emperor Dynasty. It couldn’t possibly be that our medicine does not work. Similarly, no medicine works after just one dose. If it did, it wouldn’t be ordinary but an Immortal Pill. Where in this world can one find such a pill? Taking medicine is always a process, and caution in diet is necessary. How can one know if he did not maintain dietary restrictions and ate something that aggravated the condition?"
The spectators nodded.
"Indeed, you can’t eat just anything while taking herbal medicine."
"Perhaps they just can’t pay for the medicine and are trying to swindle."
"I bet it’s not the first time that someone tried to pull a stunt on the Lin Family."
Lin Shiquan’s face briefly showed a smug expression.
Justice resides in the hearts of people; those attempting to blame the Lin Family should weigh their reputation well.
The woman, increasingly desperate, raised her voice: "Five days ago, we came here just for a stomach ache. You claimed my husband had ingested toxic fungi and prescribed him mung bean soup for detoxification. But after two days with no improvement and worsening pain, you said it was residual toxins causing gastrointestinal distress, and prescribed more medicine to regulate his stomach. When he started feeling slightly better, the pain subsided to a dull ache. Today, he can barely straighten his back due to severe pain, yet you still say the medicine isn’t an Immortal Pill and won’t work immediately. If your medicine is inappropriate, how can you blame the lack of an Immortal Pill? We’ve spent all we had on this stomach ache, and you simply excuse your failure by saying it’s not an Immortal Pill?"
"Sister, a doctor isn’t an Immortal; it all takes time to heal."
"You keep quiet, it’s easy to talk without feeling the pain!" the woman retorted, "We spent ten Silver on a few doses of your medicine for a stomach ache, and his condition has only worsened. Lin’s Medical Hall is nothing but a bunch of quacks, exploiting us poor common folk!"
"There you have it, it’s definitely a scam; it’s all about that ten Silver!"
The woman spat out angrily: "If this could be cured, not to mention ten silvers, we would sell fields, lands, sons, and daughters to pay one hundred silvers, but they couldn’t cure it. Instead, it got worse!"
Wei Xie shook his head: "This woman probably wants her man dead. He’s about to faint from pain, and she’s still arguing here. Isn’t she silly? Can’t she see what’s important?"
Qin Liuxi disagreed: "If she doesn’t argue, who will treat him? Even the Lin Family couldn’t cure it, how many small medical halls dare to take this on without fear of tarnishing their own reputation or offending the Lin Family?"
Wei Xie glanced at her sideways: "Aren’t you the one who claims she can save people with just a breath left? What do you think?"
"That’s for you, I could shave your flesh piece by piece, and even if only a breath is left, I could still save you and continue carving the bones!"
Wei Xie: Bones can’t be carved anymore, carve the soul then!
Lin Shiquan had his attendant bring ten silvers and said: "Here are ten silvers. Since we didn’t cure it, we’ll return them to you. We, the Lin Family, won’t take a penny for the previous medicine fees."
The woman’s face flushed red and said, "Is it the time to return silver now? It’s you who worsened my husband. Oh my God, he’s the pillar of our family, you’re heartless."
Lin Shiquan’s face showed impatience: "Sister, treating an illness is a process. If you are willing, we can continue to treat this brother. But if you’re just going to be unreasonable and intent on slandering our Lin Family’s reputation, then we are not just going to take it lying down."
The woman panicked when she heard this, saying: "You, you use your reputation to bully people?"
Qin Liuxi stepped forward and said: "If you keep talking, your man will die from pain!"
The woman got startled, looked down, and indeed saw her husband’s face pale as paper. Her heart clenched as she exclaimed: "My man, how are you doing? Don’t scare me, sob."
Qin Liuxi glanced at Lin Shiquan again and said: "Regardless, the patient comes first, especially someone who has sought treatment from you before. Seeing him in such pain, shouldn’t you bring him inside for a thorough examination instead of standing here arguing about your reputation? Doctor Lin, is this how the famously compassionate Lin’s Medical Hall taught you all to practice medicine? Someone came seeking treatment, took the medicine, but not only was it not cured, but it got worse. Clearly, something is wrong. Not reflecting on it, not diagnosing it again, waiting for someone to literally die in front of your medical hall - if it isn’t your fault, it still is."
Lin Shiquan’s expression changed.
After Qin Liuxi finished speaking, she squatted beside the man, took his hand and felt his pulse.
The woman was stunned: "You, are you a doctor?"
"Um." Qin Liuxi was feeling the pulse, her brow furrowed, she put his hand down and gently pressed his abdomen: "Does this hurt?"
The man was sweating profusely, couldn’t even make a sound, and shook his head.
Qin Liuxi pressed several spots, and the man showed no reaction, until she pressed on his lower right abdomen, the man tensed, and moaned in pain, large beads of sweat rolling down.
"What diagnosis did you make? How come I hear from this sister that you think he ate some toxic mushrooms causing stomach pain?" Qin Liuxi looked at Lin Shiquan, her face smiling yet not smiling.
With the title of former Imperial Physician and their unique Lin’s Acupuncture Technique, they have cured many complex and rare diseases, leading to their rising fame. Naturally, the fees at Lin’s Medical Hall are higher than those at ordinary medical halls, making it unaffordable for common impoverished people who, despite being sick, dare not seek treatment here due to the cost—unless they are desperate and have not found relief elsewhere, leading them to spend all they have.
Thus, Lin’s Medical Hall mostly caters to wealthy gentry and noblemen, often referred to as high-end clients, and does not much conflict with smaller medical halls, as their patient groups are different.
Now, a patient has been thrown out from Lin’s Medical Hall, causing a disturbance.
Qin Liuxi crossed his arms, listening to a woman’s shrill cries, his gaze fixed on her husband.
The man’s complexion shifted from white to gray, his forehead covered in fine sweat, one hand clutching his lower right abdomen, his face showing pain, and moaning escaping from his lips.
The woman argued that the medicine from Lin’s Medical Hall was inappropriate, claiming its consumption was futile and only made things worse, accusing them not of saving lives but of killing.
The gathering crowd increasingly pointed and discussed fervently.
With such a reputation, it’s a big deal if Lin’s Medical Hall’s treatment worsens a condition instead of healing it.
Perhaps due to the woman’s relentless agitation, a thirty-something-year-old man emerged from inside the medical hall, his face stern as he scolded: "Our Lin’s Medical Hall has stood for many years, and my grandfather was the Imperial Physician during the Previous Emperor Dynasty. It couldn’t possibly be that our medicine does not work. Similarly, no medicine works after just one dose. If it did, it wouldn’t be ordinary but an Immortal Pill. Where in this world can one find such a pill? Taking medicine is always a process, and caution in diet is necessary. How can one know if he did not maintain dietary restrictions and ate something that aggravated the condition?"
The spectators nodded.
"Indeed, you can’t eat just anything while taking herbal medicine."
"Perhaps they just can’t pay for the medicine and are trying to swindle."
"I bet it’s not the first time that someone tried to pull a stunt on the Lin Family."
Lin Shiquan’s face briefly showed a smug expression.
Justice resides in the hearts of people; those attempting to blame the Lin Family should weigh their reputation well.
The woman, increasingly desperate, raised her voice: "Five days ago, we came here just for a stomach ache. You claimed my husband had ingested toxic fungi and prescribed him mung bean soup for detoxification. But after two days with no improvement and worsening pain, you said it was residual toxins causing gastrointestinal distress, and prescribed more medicine to regulate his stomach. When he started feeling slightly better, the pain subsided to a dull ache. Today, he can barely straighten his back due to severe pain, yet you still say the medicine isn’t an Immortal Pill and won’t work immediately. If your medicine is inappropriate, how can you blame the lack of an Immortal Pill? We’ve spent all we had on this stomach ache, and you simply excuse your failure by saying it’s not an Immortal Pill?"
"Sister, a doctor isn’t an Immortal; it all takes time to heal."
"You keep quiet, it’s easy to talk without feeling the pain!" the woman retorted, "We spent ten Silver on a few doses of your medicine for a stomach ache, and his condition has only worsened. Lin’s Medical Hall is nothing but a bunch of quacks, exploiting us poor common folk!"
"There you have it, it’s definitely a scam; it’s all about that ten Silver!"
The woman spat out angrily: "If this could be cured, not to mention ten silvers, we would sell fields, lands, sons, and daughters to pay one hundred silvers, but they couldn’t cure it. Instead, it got worse!"
Wei Xie shook his head: "This woman probably wants her man dead. He’s about to faint from pain, and she’s still arguing here. Isn’t she silly? Can’t she see what’s important?"
Qin Liuxi disagreed: "If she doesn’t argue, who will treat him? Even the Lin Family couldn’t cure it, how many small medical halls dare to take this on without fear of tarnishing their own reputation or offending the Lin Family?"
Wei Xie glanced at her sideways: "Aren’t you the one who claims she can save people with just a breath left? What do you think?"
"That’s for you, I could shave your flesh piece by piece, and even if only a breath is left, I could still save you and continue carving the bones!"
Wei Xie: Bones can’t be carved anymore, carve the soul then!
Lin Shiquan had his attendant bring ten silvers and said: "Here are ten silvers. Since we didn’t cure it, we’ll return them to you. We, the Lin Family, won’t take a penny for the previous medicine fees."
The woman’s face flushed red and said, "Is it the time to return silver now? It’s you who worsened my husband. Oh my God, he’s the pillar of our family, you’re heartless."
Lin Shiquan’s face showed impatience: "Sister, treating an illness is a process. If you are willing, we can continue to treat this brother. But if you’re just going to be unreasonable and intent on slandering our Lin Family’s reputation, then we are not just going to take it lying down."
The woman panicked when she heard this, saying: "You, you use your reputation to bully people?"
Qin Liuxi stepped forward and said: "If you keep talking, your man will die from pain!"
The woman got startled, looked down, and indeed saw her husband’s face pale as paper. Her heart clenched as she exclaimed: "My man, how are you doing? Don’t scare me, sob."
Qin Liuxi glanced at Lin Shiquan again and said: "Regardless, the patient comes first, especially someone who has sought treatment from you before. Seeing him in such pain, shouldn’t you bring him inside for a thorough examination instead of standing here arguing about your reputation? Doctor Lin, is this how the famously compassionate Lin’s Medical Hall taught you all to practice medicine? Someone came seeking treatment, took the medicine, but not only was it not cured, but it got worse. Clearly, something is wrong. Not reflecting on it, not diagnosing it again, waiting for someone to literally die in front of your medical hall - if it isn’t your fault, it still is."
Lin Shiquan’s expression changed.
After Qin Liuxi finished speaking, she squatted beside the man, took his hand and felt his pulse.
The woman was stunned: "You, are you a doctor?"
"Um." Qin Liuxi was feeling the pulse, her brow furrowed, she put his hand down and gently pressed his abdomen: "Does this hurt?"
The man was sweating profusely, couldn’t even make a sound, and shook his head.
Qin Liuxi pressed several spots, and the man showed no reaction, until she pressed on his lower right abdomen, the man tensed, and moaned in pain, large beads of sweat rolling down.
"What diagnosis did you make? How come I hear from this sister that you think he ate some toxic mushrooms causing stomach pain?" Qin Liuxi looked at Lin Shiquan, her face smiling yet not smiling.