The sky had barely cleared when it started to rain again.
Wen Qingchen hurried back to the temple, and before she even entered, she saw a carriage convoy parked in front, evidently seeking shelter from the rain.
“Ouch… ouch, it hurts. When will we get there?” came the groans from inside the carriage.
A guard quickly responded, “Young master, please bear with it a little longer. It’s raining heavily now. Once the rain stops, we’ll definitely reach Wen Shenyi’s clinic before nightfall. Wen Shenyi’s medical skills are exceptional and will surely cure you.”
Wen Qingchen paused her steps upon hearing this. “Are you all heading to Wen Shenyi’s clinic for treatment?”
The guard looked at her warily. “Who are you? Stay back and don’t bother our young master!”
Wen Qingchen pushed her medicine basket forward and smiled, “I’m just a humble medicine apprentice from Wen Shenyi’s clinic. I’ve learned a lot from him over the years. It seems the young master is in great pain—would you like me to take a look first?”
Upon hearing that she was from Wen Shenyi’s clinic, the young master in the carriage immediately cried out, “Quick, help me relieve the pain… I’ll reward you handsomely… Hurry!”
Since the young master had spoken, the guards no longer stopped her and, together with others, lifted the young master out of the carriage.
The man, around twenty years old, had his face covered. From her angle, Wen Qingchen saw he was dressed in luxurious clothes, indicating a wealthy background.
His partially concealed body, especially around the abdomen, was abnormally swollen. Without seeing his face, one might think he was a woman about to give birth.
Wen Qingchen seriously took his pulse for a while, then suddenly furrowed her brows.
She looked at the man lying on the stretcher, then smiled.
“Congratulations, gentlemen! This is a pregnancy pulse.”
“…”
The guards all fell silent, then widened their eyes in disbelief. “P-pregnancy pulse?”
Wen Qingchen smiled again. “That’s right, your young master is pregnant.”
The young master, still lying on the stretcher, suddenly sat up and glared at Wen Qingchen in exasperation. “What did you say? Say it again! I’m a man!”
The guards, finding their voices again, also cursed, “Exactly! Open your eyes and look clearly! Our young master is a man! A man!”
How could a man be pregnant?
Surrounded by the fierce-looking guards and the young master burning with anger, Wen Qingchen remained incredibly calm.
Seeing that the guards were about to beat her up, a little novice monk hurried out and said, “Lady, the abbot requests your presence.”
Master Yuanzhen was quite famous in the surrounding cities. The young master had also heard of Master Yuanzhen’s reputation, so he suppressed his urge to beat her up and said angrily, “Down the mountain! Go to the clinic now!”
The carriage convoy braved the heavy rain and hurried down the mountain in a fit of rage.
The little novice monk sighed in relief and awkwardly said, “Miss Wen, your medical skills are obviously very good. You can even treat Mr. Huan Zhi’s legs. How could you not tell that man was a man and say he was pregnant?”
How could a man be pregnant?!
Wen Qingchen remained calm. “Don’t worry, in less than two days, that person will come back to find me. No one else can cure him.”
She wasn’t speaking carelessly. There was indeed a life inside that young master’s belly, but it wasn’t a child—it was a demon flower.
The demon flower was using his body as nourishment, consuming his life force. In less than two days, he would realize that the thing in his belly was alive.
Hearing this, the little novice monk quickly asked, “Will that young master really come back? Can you really cure him? Why did you say he was pregnant earlier?”
Wen Qingchen smiled. “He is indeed pregnant.”
The little novice monk blushed, seeing her playful attitude. “Miss Wen, you really love to joke.”
Wen Qingchen laughed. “Don’t worry. I said he would come back to find me, and he will. This illness cannot be cured by anyone at Wen Shenyi’s clinic. I am the best ‘midwife’ for this.”
The little novice monk: “………”
Should he tell the abbot that Miss Wen’s mind might not be completely healed yet?
