C16 Treating Illnesses and Saving Lives

After purchasing crabs and receiving eggs from Uncle Li, Jee Faang made his way toward the reading room. On his return, he noticed the gates of the Han Residence wide open, with servants streaming out in a state of disarray. The air was filled with their cries, and their faces were etched with sorrow.

It wasn't long before the mournful sound of a gong filled the air. An elderly man arrived on a donkey cart, delivering a coffin to the doorstep of the Han Residence. The servants quickly moved a lady from the house, preparing to lay her in the coffin.

"Ah, it looks like Lord Han's wife didn't pull through."

"It's such a tragedy, not one survived."

"Lord Han and his wife have done so much good for our Soong City Market!"

The crowd murmured among themselves, shaking their heads in sadness, yet such events were not entirely unexpected in their world. In this realm where the art of cultivation reigned, medical expertise was hardly comparable to that of Jee Faang's previous life, especially in childbirth. Without the aid of a cultivator, complications were all too common.

Jee Faang's heart was in turmoil as he observed the woman. Her hands were clenched tightly, suggesting she was no longer breathing, yet tears remained in her eyes. This alone convinced him that she still clung to life, merely unconscious from the pain.

"Wait! The lady isn't dead yet!"

Jee Faang called out, rushing to intervene before the coffin lid was sealed. A middle-aged man with bloodshot eyes confronted him, his voice raspy with emotion. "Young Master, what did you say? Could you repeat that?"

The man, clearly in a daze, struggled to grasp the situation. Had Jee Faang not been a well-known and respected figure in Soong City, he might have been dismissed outright.

"Your wife and child, neither has perished! I can heal them!"

"Young Master Jee, this is a matter of life and death. Please, do not speak carelessly," the middle-aged man implored, his expression one of astonishment.

Even the midwife at his side was taken aback.

"I assure you, I can save them!" Jee Faang insisted urgently. "Everyone, please step back and allow the lady to breathe."

Although those around them did not understand, when the family's master stepped back, the servants did the same.

"Get some clean white cloth, oil lamps, and a basin of clean water."

"Hurry! We're running out of time!"

The middle-aged man, seeing a ray of hope, urged his subordinates, "Quick, do as he instructs!"

...

At a roadside inn, four individuals were enjoying lunch on the upper floor. They were the sons of the Great Patriarch and the First Elder, Lo Yingying, and Bai Ningjun, the distinguished young lady from Hanqing Hall, whom Lo Yingying had invited.

Both the Great Patriarch's son and the First Elder's son were eagerly vying for Lo Yingying's favor, creating a rather intense atmosphere.

The Luo family head had agreed to the First Elder's son's marriage proposal, yet Lo Yingying was notably close to the Great Patriarch's son, straining the relationship between the two elders.

Despite the First Elder's son's efforts to ingratiate himself, Lo Yingying showed a clear preference for the Great Patriarch's son, boosting the latter's confidence.

Rumor had it that the Great Patriarch had proposed to the sect master, suggesting his son was a better match for Miss Luo and requesting the cancellation of the First Elder's son's engagement to create an ideal pairing.

This revelation intensified the rivalry between the Great Patriarch and the First Elder, with the underlying tensions continuously evolving.

This was precisely the outcome Lo Yingying had hoped for, and she was immensely pleased with Jee Faang's strategy, feeling a deep sense of gratitude toward him.

While dining, an inadvertent glance out the window revealed a figure in a fleeting moment.

It was a high-level expert!

He moved through the mortal realm in an ordinary human form without revealing any flaws, truly blending in as a commoner.

At that moment, Bai Ningjun, sitting next to Lo Yingying, noticed the shift in her demeanor.

Following Lo Yingying's line of sight, she quickly spotted Jee Faang.

Hmm?

Why would Yingying be interested in an ordinary person?

Yet, Jee Faang's use of simple medical techniques to save lives caught Bai Ningjun's attention.

Ordinary people often struggled with childbirth, but with the aid of an Immortal Cultivator, a smooth delivery was assured. This young man was merely a commoner; could he be attempting a rescue?

At that moment, Jee Faang had someone fetch a selection of medical tools.

Though the conditions were far from modern, a sharp blade to replace a scalpel and clean gauze were still obtainable.

If the system he carried for sentimental value seemed rather pointless, he did possess one particularly impressive skill.

A miraculous medical technique that blended ancient wisdom with contemporary knowledge.

There was a time when Jee Faang considered relying solely on his medical expertise to earn his keep.

He was highly skilled in surgery and quickly made a small incision in the woman's abdomen.

In this world, those capable of performing complete surgeries were exceedingly rare, and they reserved their services for Immortal Cultivators with formidable powers. For the average person, undergoing surgery was tantamount to a death sentence.

The middle-aged man and the midwife, who had been anxiously watching from the front of the mansion, turned deathly pale at the sight. They glanced frantically at Jee Faang, only to witness him gently extracting a child from the small opening he had made.

"Midwife, come and cut the umbilical cord!"

However, due to the child having been in the womb for an extended period, hypoxia had set in, turning the child's complexion a worrying shade of purple.

Jee Faang had anticipated the oxygen deficiency and had already instructed those around to disperse, improving air circulation.

He retrieved three silver needles and inserted them into specific acupoints on the child, followed by a few firm pats on the child's back.

Smack!

The child's mouth opened wide, and a cry filled the air.

"The child is alive! Young Master Jee is truly a miracle worker!"

"The child is alive! The child is alive!"

"Sir, the child has come back to life!"

The onlookers behind the white cloth were astounded by the sound of the baby's cries.

"Thank you, Young Master Jee!" Lord Han was overwhelmed with gratitude, tears streaming down his face despite his middle age.

The servants turned their gaze to Lord Han. With the lady's abdomen cut open, they believed there was no chance of her survival.

Lord Han let out a heavy sigh, relieved that at least his child had been saved.

"Prepare the coffin."

Prepare the coffin?

Jee Faang was taken aback. "What are you doing? She's not dead yet."

"Young Master Jee, can my wife still be saved?" Lord Han asked, his voice filled with hopeful astonishment.

Those nearby shared his surprise. Could someone with such a severe wound truly be brought back from the brink?

"Yes," Jee Faang confirmed with a nod, inwardly lamenting the situation.

The state of medical knowledge in this world was deplorably inadequate, with such tragedies likely occurring all too often.

Jee Faang produced a needle and thread, skillfully stitching Madam Han's wound closed. Thankfully, she had already passed out from the pain and was spared any further discomfort.

Once the wound was tended to, Jee Faang felt the weight of exhaustion. "Madam Han should be taken back to rest now."

"Of course, thank you so much, Young Master Jee." At that moment, there was a loud thud as Lord Han knelt before Jee Faang in gratitude.

"Please, rise. Go and give thanks to your wife; she is the true hero here," Jee Faang urged, quickly assisting Lord Han to his feet.

Jee Faang's intervention had turned a potential tragedy at the Han Residence into a cause for celebration. The residents of Soong City Market were once again reminded of Young Master Jee's exceptional abilities, further enhancing his already illustrious reputation.