Seeing that Mo Qinghuan didn't even bring a medicine chest, the emperor frowned involuntarily.
But he didn't think much about it. He coldly scolded, "What are you standing there for! Come and take a look at Concubine Li."
Mo Qinghuan came to her senses and stepped forward.
The emperor stood up and gave her the seat.
She sat beside the bed, took out her handkerchief and covered Concubine Li's wrist as smooth as congealed fat, and began to feel her pulse.
On the surface, she was feeling the pulse, but in fact, she activated the Little Doctor for detection.
Although she could diagnose the condition without the Little Doctor, it was more convenient this way. She also wanted to observe the accuracy of the Little Doctor.
After feeling the pulse, she couldn't help frowning.
Both the pulse diagnosis and the Little Doctor's detection showed that Concubine Li was not sick at all!
How should she tell the emperor about this...
The emperor seemed to sense something. "Come out with me."
Mo Qinghuan followed the emperor out.
"Speak."
She knelt on the ground. "Your Majesty, may this commoner speak the truth boldly?"
The emperor put his hands behind his back. "Speak, of course you should."
"Your Majesty, Concubine Li is not sick at all!"
What she meant was that "Concubine Li might be feigning illness."
She originally thought the emperor would be angry after she said this.
Unexpectedly, instead of getting angry, the emperor laughed. "Well said," he said, pointing at the kneeling imperial physicians. "Did you all hear that! Look, a young girl is more courageous than you in speaking the truth!"
The imperial physicians buried their heads even lower.
But they complained in their hearts that of course an outsider dared to speak the truth because she didn't have to be afraid of offending Concubine Li. But could they be the same? If they told the truth, they would offend Concubine Li; if they didn't, they would offend the emperor.
Who could understand their difficulties!
They could only say that they were stupid and couldn't diagnose the cause of the illness.
"Your Majesty, since Concubine Li is not sick, this commoner will take her leave."
"Wait! I haven't rewarded you yet!" He waved his hand. "Someone, reward her with a hundred taels of gold and see her out of the palace gate."
... It was gold again. Couldn't he give her silver notes? Also, as the lord of a country, he was not as generous as the wife of a duke.
On the way back, sitting in the carriage, Mo Qinghuan took off her veil. But Mu Yanming thought she looked worried.
"What's wrong?"
Mo Qinghuan looked up at Mu Yanming. "Isn't Concubine Li very much in favor? Why does she still feign illness to gain the emperor's favor?"
"Who says feigning illness must be for gaining favor? Couldn't it be that she is trying to avoid the emperor's favor by feigning illness?"
"That makes sense." Why didn't she think of that?
Bai Ke asked, "My lord, shall we go directly to the general's mansion?"
"Yes."
Mo Qinghuan quickly poked her head out. "No, don't," she saw a medical clinic ahead. "Drop me off at the entrance of Jishi Hall."
Mu Yanming didn't say anything.
The carriage stopped at the entrance of Jishi Hall. She put on her veil and jumped out. Then she turned around and waved at Bai Ke before going in.
The people inside saw Mo Qinghuan. "Miss, are you here to see a doctor or get medicine?"
"I'm looking for the owner of your clinic."
Seeing that Mo Qinghuan had an elegant demeanor and came in directly asking for the owner, the medicine boy thought she had an appointment. So he led her in.
The yard was full of dried herbs.
The owner was an old man in his fifties, wearing a gray robe. His hair and beard were already gray. He was arranging the herbs in the basket.
When he saw Mo Qinghuan, he first smiled amiably, then politely asked, "Miss, are you here to see a doctor?"
"I'm not here to see a doctor. I want to practice medicine in your clinic."
She stated her purpose directly, but the owner stroked his beard and laughed.
"Miss, not to mention that there has never been a female doctor since ancient times. Even if you know a bit of medical skills, you're not qualified to practice in Jishi Hall."
Then he signaled the medicine boy with his eyes to show her out.
Mo Qinghuan didn't expect this old man to be so self - conceited and look down on others. But she took a fancy to the reputation of Jishi Hall. So she activated the Little Doctor with her mind and scanned him. What she saw was astonishing.
"Sir, your right leg doesn't seem to be very well." She pointed to the outside of the owner's right knee. "There seems to be something growing here."
The herbs in the owner's hand fell into the basket. "Miss, it's my fault for not recognizing your talent. Please come this way."
Mo Qinghuan was invited into a room full of medical books. She sat opposite the owner. There were all kinds of medical equipment on the table in the middle.
"Miss, you saw at a glance that there was something wrong with my leg. I'm really impressed. But if you want to practice in Jishi Hall, I have to explain some rules to you in advance."
Mo Qinghuan raised her eyebrows. "Speak."
The owner picked up a pen, wrote only one item on the paper, then pushed the paper and pen to Mo Qinghuan. "I've seen your ability, Miss. I don't have any excessive requirements. I only ask that the patients you diagnose must get their medicine from Jishi Hall. As for the consultation fee, I won't take a single cent. I'll also give you ten taels of silver as a monthly salary. If you agree, just sign it."
Mo Qinghuan signed without thinking. She didn't care about the ten taels of silver.
As for the consultation fee, it depended on the patient and the illness.
Anyway, it was a worthwhile deal. At least it was more cost - effective than renting a room in Jujun Tower every time she went out to find a patient.
She left the clinic and returned to the general's mansion.
As soon as she entered the yard, Shuang'er saw her coming back and quickly welcomed her.
"Miss, about Lady Lan..."
"Let's talk inside the room."
The two entered the room. Dan'er guarded outside the door.
"Miss, Lady Lan's condition has worsened. She has started looking for doctors everywhere."
Mo Qinghuan paused in the middle of pouring tea. She raised her eyebrows and looked at Shuang'er. "Shuang'er, you did a good job. Now I have an important task for you. You must handle this beautifully."
"Miss, just give the order."
She motioned for Shuang'er to come closer and whispered a few words in her ear. Shuang'er kept nodding and finally laughed.
"Miss, don't worry. I guarantee I'll complete the task."
"Dan'er, give Shuang'er ten taels of silver. She'll need it to get information."
Dan'er nodded, and then they each went to do their own things.
Mo Qinghuan was alone in the room, continuing to study how to use the Medical and Poison Space.
Just as she was studying, suddenly a blinding light flashed in front of her eyes, and then she was sucked in.
It took a while for her vision to recover.
She didn't know where she was. After carefully observing her surroundings, Mo Qinghuan was amazed by what she saw.
There were all kinds of rare herbs and poisonous plants planted in the shiny black soil. When she looked closely, she found that many of them were almost extinct in the world.
The poisonous plants and herbs were separated, on the left and right sides respectively. There was a gushing spring at the other end of the path.
Mo Qinghuan walked over. There was a wooden bucket and a ladle beside her feet.
She couldn't help wondering if she had to come in every day to water these rare herbs.
Just as she was thinking, a sudden and urgent knock on the door pulled her back to reality.
She looked outside the door. The person was just knocking on the door without making a sound. It mustn't be Dan'er or Shuang'er...