Quick Transmigration: Underdog Turns out to be Untouchable

Ye Shuangshuang had noticed that following the young man and the steward were three large carriages, packed full of goods.

At this moment, under the steward’s direction, the servants unloaded them one by one and arranged them neatly in Ye Shuangshuang’s clinic. They were all various precious medicinal herbs, along with exactly one thousand taels of Silver!

Upon seeing these gifts, Ye Shuangshuang frowned. The gifts were too valuable; just one thousand taels of Silver alone was already a heavy gift, but actually, the Silver was a minor part.

Because the medicinal herbs were the major part. Just one box containing ten premium ginsengs was worth no less than one thousand taels of Silver, not to mention the many other precious herbs, each of great value.

Such generous gifts were truly excessive. Ye Shuangshuang said to the young man: ”Sir, the gifts you bring are too precious. As a mere doctor, I cannot accept them.

Treating and saving lives is a physician’s duty. If you must give something, just pay the consultation and medicine fees. I am presumptuous, by taking ten taels of Silver, which is already extra. I cannot accept more, so please take the gifts back.”

The young man hurriedly said, ”It’s not much, not much at all. Doctor Ye, Sister, you saved my grandfather’s life, and my grandfather’s life is priceless to our family.

How can these things compare with my grandfather’s life? They are just a token of appreciation, and I feel they are too light.

Moreover, these gifts were carefully chosen and prepared by my grandmother, and my grandfather personally reviewed and confirmed them. They must be given to you to express gratitude for saving his life. Please, Doctor Ye, Sister, do not refuse them or let me take them back.

I have come out precisely to deliver these gifts to you, Doctor Ye, Sister. If I fail to deliver them, I will surely be punished by my grandfather and grandmother. Please, Doctor Ye, Sister, have pity on me and accept the gifts...”

This young man’s words were as sweet as honey, his speech exceedingly pleasant, filled with a continuous flow of compliments, leaving Ye Shuangshuang completely at a loss for words.

In the end, utterly confused, she was persuaded to accept the gifts given by the young man and also gave back twenty pills for treating malaria and twenty bottles of powder for treating beriberi.

After the young man departed with his entourage, Ye Shuangshuang stood in her clinic, gazing at the large array of gifts occupying the clinic’s space, leaving not even a place to step. She was somewhat baffled by how she ended up accepting all the gifts and even giving a return gift!

Thinking it over, Ye Shuangshuang couldn’t help but smile. This boy was indeed too articulate, rarely encountering someone who could confuse even her. It was truly remarkable.

From then on, this young man frequently visited Ye Shuangshuang’s clinic, always addressing Ye Shuangshuang as Sister, getting closer with his attitude.

No matter if Ye Shuangshuang remained indifferent, he paid no mind, leaving Ye Shuangshuang speechless. How could this boy be so naturally familiar, casually acknowledging her as a sister?

As time passed, Ye Shuangshuang learned that this young man’s name was Zhang Qijun. The elder Ye Shuangshuang went to treat was the governor, Zhang Jingguo.

Zhang Qijun’s father was Zhang Jingguo’s second son and also Zhang Jingguo’s favorite son. His father was a famous scholar, who once traveled to the capital for examinations and became the champion, with a boundless future.

But unfortunately, he died young, both husband and wife passed away early, leaving only their only son, Zhang Qijun. This child was innocent and filial, naturally pleasing to Zhang Jingguo and his wife.

When their second son passed away, the elderly couple grieved for their grandson’s young loss of support, pampering Zhang Qijun even more.

With his grandparents’ protection, no hidden mischief dared to reach Zhang Qijun, leading to the child’s continuous innocence.

When Zhang Jingguo suddenly collapsed, others were each with their own thoughts, but Zhang Qijun only sincerely sought renowned physicians to cure his grandfather, visiting doctors everywhere. Any reputable doctors were all found by Zhang Qijun.

Zhang Qijun’s discovery of Ye Shuangshuang’s ability to treat malaria was unexpected. At the time, Zhang Qijun was frantically searching for people, one day seeking a well-known doctor, who happened to be out on travel.

Returning without success, Zhang Qijun was quite disappointed, tired from traveling, so he casually sat on the stone steps of a household to rest.

Coincidentally, a beggar came to the household seeking alms. The housewife came out with a bowl of thin porridge to offer the beggar.

The beggar might be a regular at this household, noticing the housewife’s sorrowful and somewhat absent demeanor during this alms.

The beggar asked her, ”Auntie Zhang, you seem troubled, is there something wrong?”

Aunt Zhang, feeling particularly sad, sighed and replied, ”My husband has contracted malaria and now lies on the brink between life and death, causing great sorrow for me with the household about to lose its pillar.”

The beggar said, ”Aunt Zhang, do not be disheartened. Your family is kind-hearted, and you and Uncle Zhang have often helped us beggars.

Without your family’s generosity, I’d have starved long ago. This time, don’t worry; I know someone who can save Uncle Zhang’s life.”

Aunt Zhang chuckled bitterly, ”Your goodwill is appreciated, but malaria leads to almost certain death, with countless doctors having been of no use. How can the person you know have a way to cure my husband’s illness?”

The beggar became anxious, ”Aunt, if it were any other matter, I’d indeed be helpless, but for malaria, I truly know a doctor who can cure it.

This doctor is a lady doctor, the resident physician at the newly opened clinic on Yongtai Lane. She has developed a pill that can cure malaria.

Recently, I contracted malaria, thinking death was certain, but unexpectedly, someone found us and gave us her medicine. After taking it with many other affected beggars, we all recovered.

Aunt Zhang, you should try visiting this lady doctor; I assure you, Uncle’s illness can be cured. We, with so many suffering from malaria, were all cured by her medicine.”

At that time, Zhang Jingguo’s illness was dragging on daily, and Zhang Qijun was extremely anxious. Upon hearing this, he hurriedly left to visit Ye Shuangshuang’s clinic on Yongtai Lane.

As fate would have it, Ye Shuangshuang was traveling with her family, and the clinic was closed. Zhang Qijun waited outside the clinic, waiting half a day and night without seeing anyone return.

Eventually, he was discovered by the steward from Zhang Mansion, who forced him to return home, and then the steward took Zhang Qijun’s place waiting at Ye Shuangshuang’s clinic.

But the steward wasn’t as stubborn as Zhang Qijun. Unable to wait, he found Ye Shuangshuang’s home and waited half a day more, finally waiting for Ye Shuangshuang to return.

Upon Zhang Qijun’s recounting, Ye Shuangshuang remembered that on the day after returning from Zhang Mansion, the first day the clinic reopened, a woman came rushing in to buy medicine to treat malaria.