Lin Miao isn’t offering free medical treatment and medicine; the money should be paid. Although Old Qu’s family isn’t wealthy, they’re not poor either and can afford the consultation fee and medicine costs.

Can a life be equated with a bit of medicine money?

"Rest assured, you won’t miss a penny of the consultation and medicine fees."

"Come back regularly for follow-up exams. His condition is very dangerous; don’t take it lightly. Even if he recovers, he should still come for check-ups," Lin Miao advised. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

"Okay, we’ll follow your advice." Xiao Qu paid the consultation and emergency medicine fees, thanked them profusely, and helped Old Qu home.

"Xia Zhu, tonight’s lesson is focusing on types of strokes, emergency treatment, and differential diagnosis and medication..."

"Understood." Xia Zhu knew why Lin Miao was informing her—to quickly find a way to notify her father, Xia Yuan.

The content of the nightly lessons was spontaneous; sometimes they discussed peculiar cases, other times diagnostic methods.

Xia Yuan didn’t come every day, as he was also getting on in years. Traveling back and forth at night was quite taxing.

Guan Biyun also called Lien Yurou over to go to Mr. Jia’s house to inform him of this news.

He should be interested in this too.

Xu Qixi didn’t forget to notify Uncle Xu An either.

Thus, the evening lesson at the inn turned into a large lecture. Lin Miao spoke at great length for over an hour, with questions and discussions.

The class ended just before midnight.

Everyone was shocked after hearing it. The knowledge in Lin Miao’s mind was simply all-encompassing; some points were unheard of. Even Xia Yuan and Xu An, who were knowledgeable, realized over time that Lin Miao’s studies were broad and profound in every subject. It seemed there was nothing he didn’t know, utterly unfathomable.

Is he really just a seventeen-year-old boy?

He’s extraordinary.

What kind of people could have cultivated such a genius? The late Sun Simiao was merely an intermediate physician.

They couldn’t imagine how someone of his caliber achieved this; it seemed to defy common sense.

Moreover, Sun Youwei, as Sun Simiao’s daughter, was sitting there listening to the lecture too. Clearly, she hadn’t been exposed to what Lin Miao was teaching.

Sun Simiao didn’t have to avoid teaching his daughter in the presence of his disciple. Besides, women studying medicine wasn’t uncommon, although it was relatively more challenging for them and their career prospects weren’t as promising as men’s.

Even if passing knowledge from male to male was traditional, Lin Miao wasn’t Sun Simiao’s biological son; he was his adopted son and disciple, then son-in-law. Why not teach his own daughter?

Those who study medicine with a conservative and unenlightened mindset rarely achieve great success.

The most likely possibility is that Lin Miao had another master, but who that master might be is unknown to anyone—it’s their secret, not something you can easily inquire about. After all, they’ve been teaching their medical skills without compensation; if you demanded to know every detail, it would be overstepping.

Only Sun Youwei knew that Lin Miao had no second master. His medical skills were a result of an "awakening of previous knowledge," but this secret was something she absolutely couldn’t share with anyone.

Because it was too bizarre, and if it got out, it could harm her junior brother.

...

"What? A stroke patient, nearly paralyzed, was awakened by him in an instant?" Chief Physician Sang Shuhuo of the Medical Bureau was startled upon hearing the report from his subordinate.

"Yes, that’s the word on the street. The man who had the stroke is an old man who runs a breakfast shop, nearly sixty. He was fine in the morning, then suddenly collapsed; it was patrons of the shop who carried him over," Sang Shuhuo’s apprentice described.

"I find it a bit hard to believe!" Sang Shuhuo muttered to himself. It sounded too miraculous; stroke is almost incurable.

This young man must have truly miraculous hands.

"Many people don’t believe it either, but many saw it with their own eyes. Moreover, Mr. Lin also taught the emergency method to everyone present..."

"What, he taught this technique to everyone openly?" Sang Shuhuo drew in a sharp breath; such magnanimity was unheard of. Had he misjudged?

"Yes, Mr. Lin said this emergency method is a race against time, so if applied promptly, the patient’s survival chances are high, and post-recovery complications would be minimal, hardly affecting their future self-care," the apprentice confirmed.

...

Sansheng Hall, Dongshan Branch.

"Sir, that’s how it was..."

"I didn’t expect it. With Ye Xizhao gone, Lin Miao is even more outstanding and talented. Zhong Lin, you’ve met your match!" Zhong Yu put down a medical book he was holding and remarked wistfully.

The same situation occurred across many medical halls in Dongshan Prefecture’s Apricot Grove. The method taught by Lin Miao was being widely disseminated, and suddenly everyone was discussing this emergency technique, just waiting to test it on a case.

If it could be replicated successfully on another person, it would be worthy of great recognition.

...

In the Ye Family, Ye Shengyuan listened with a grim expression to the report. Any situation at Lin Miao’s end had to be known to him immediately.

Therefore, that night, Ye Shengyuan learned that Lin Miao used the "acupuncture and bleeding" technique for emergency treatment on a stroke patient, with astounding results.

This method was simply unheard of.

Ye Shengyuan’s first thought was that Lin Miao might have staged the whole thing, but he quickly dismissed that idea.

Because he had used Lin Miao’s prescription on Mr. Xue’s mania, which was highly effective—this person had genuine skills.

Those with real talent have their pride. Although staging something could quickly make one famous, if it’s exposed as ineffective, the reputation would plummet into an abyss instantly.

Such logic is something any intelligent adult would understand—how could he not realize it?

If it wasn’t staged, then it was real, which was frightening. This young man possessed such miraculous medical skills and managed to win people over. If this continued, his reputation would only grow, and in time he’d become prominent. After that, any actions against him would face more obstacles and repercussions.

"Patriarch, Young Master Mi Yuan requests an audience."

"Let him in," Ye Shengyuan instructed.

Ye Mi Yuan entered from outside; his injury had mostly healed, but the scars and psychological trauma weren’t so easily removed.

"Mi Yuan greets the Patriarch." Ye Mi Yuan bowed upon entering.

"Mi Yuan, have you heard about Lin Miao?"

"I’ve heard, Patriarch." Ye Mi Yuan had also come for this matter. "Patriarch, we can’t let him continue like this. The larger his reputation grows, the worse it is for us."

"Indeed, Mrs. He is also pushing for us to resolve the matter quickly. But now he and another person are alert and must be guarded against," Ye Shengyuan said.

"The Green Blade Sect has mentioned that if we can find a way to lure him out of the city, they can surround and eliminate him, making it look like an accidental death," Ye Mi Yuan stated.

"You have contact with the Green Blade Sect?"

"They asked me to investigate a case of a missing disciple." Ye Mi Yuan explained that having a mutual enemy allowed him to temporarily set aside past grievances and align as allies on the same front.