It took Wen Huanzi the entire night to vaguely accept that his own sister could treat all sorts of strange ailments… especially, well, that kind of ailment…
He couldn’t help but think that before Chen’er became foolish, she indeed enjoyed reading all sorts of wild historical medical texts and discussions. Could it be related to those?
But!
How could she treat something like Nangong Yan’s condition, where, um, that place was broken?
Would she have to fix it herself?
Just thinking about this possibility made Wen Huanzi feel faint. He repeatedly advised her, “Chen’er, you’re a young lady, don’t… don’t touch or look at inappropriate things…”
Wen Qingchen: “……”
No matter how reluctant Wen Huanzi was, the clinic Wen Qingchen had bought still opened its doors for business.
They couldn’t stay in Qingshan Temple forever, and they would have to move out sooner or later.
Wen Huanzi’s leg was now able to be supported by a cane, and he had a new understanding of his sister’s medical skills.
So on the day the new clinic opened, Wen Huanzi also came down the mountain with a cane.
Since their uncle was already certain that Wen Huanzi’s leg was absolutely crippled and unfixable, and with Wen Qingchen’s disguise, no one recognized him as Wen Huanzi.
Nangong Yan had been waiting for this day and came to the clinic on its opening day.
“Doctor, are you ready to treat me today?” Nangong Yan asked with a cold face.
Before Wen Qingchen could speak, Wen Xin anxiously said, “Brother Yan, what’s wrong with you? Why must you come to him for treatment? The Wen Medical Clinic is right across the street, don’t you trust the divine doctor there?”
Nangong Yan actually didn’t trust the current Wen Medical Clinic.
In fact, this pain had tormented him for three months, and two months ago, when the former divine doctor was still alive, he had sought treatment there.
At that time, the divine doctor had said, “Unless there is a divine medicine, there is nothing I can do.”
But divine medicine is hard to find!
Wen Xin turned to glare fiercely at Wen Qingchen. “Who are you, wild brat? Do you really know medicine? If you can’t cure Brother Yan and delay his condition, can you take responsibility?”
Wen Qingchen was still dressed as a young man. Because of her slender figure and young age, she looked like a mere boy, which made people doubt whether she really knew medicine.
Facing the doubts, Wen Qingchen curled her lips into a half-smile and said, “I can’t take responsibility? Then, Miss Wen, if your incessant chatter here affects my mood for treating Young Master Nangong, and I accidentally make a wrong diagnosis or misplace a bone, can you take responsibility for that?”
“You!” Wen Xin was so enraged that the facade she had been trying to maintain was starting to crack.
A trace of impatience flashed in Nangong Yan’s eyes, but he still spoke patiently, “Chen’er, you can go back first. I’ll be out soon.”
Seeing that she couldn’t persuade Nangong Yan, Wen Xin bit her lip in grievance, trying to use her tearful eyes to make him change his mind. However, Nangong Yan simply lifted the curtain and entered the inner room.
“Damn it!” Wen Xin stomped her foot, her face dark with anger.
Her fiancé, the young master of the Nangong family, was not going to their Wen Medical Clinic for treatment but had come to this newly opened small clinic. What would people say about this?
No! She had to go back and tell her father, to ensure that this wild brat’s clinic would be shut down!
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Inner Room.
Only Nangong Yan and Wen Qingchen were left.
Wen Qingchen, with a calm face, pointed at the examination table and said to Nangong Yan, “Lie down.”
At this moment, Nangong Yan finally felt a bit embarrassed. After hesitating for a moment and gritting his teeth, he took off his pants.
“Wait!” Wen Qingchen saw Nangong Yan’s bare thighs, but fortunately, his underwear was still on. She twitched her lips and said, “Why did you take off your pants?”
Was he trying to compare sizes with her? She wasn’t even a man!
Nangong Yan gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and said, “Didn’t the doctor say they could cure me? How can the doctor know how to treat my condition if they don’t look?”
Wen Qingchen: “……”
Nangong Yan squinted his eyes, “Or are you saying that you were lying to me before?”
“Lying to you?!” Wen Qingchen directly picked up a pot and, without another word, smashed it over Nangong Yan’s head, “Go to sleep!”
Nangong Yan’s eyes widened in shock, and before he could even put his pants back on, he was knocked unconscious by Wen Qingchen.
The last thought left in his mind was… Was she treating him or trying to kill him?!
