Chapter 2: Please Call the Doctor

  "Uncle, don't make trouble!"

  The old lady stood at the gate of the courtyard, leaning on her cane and looking at the lively mourning hall. Behind her was a group of women who were trying to calm themselves down with a strong expression.

  At this time, let alone what men and women avoid, even if they avoid it, there is no one to accompany the old lady.

  "Mother-in-law, you dare to come out?" Mother's elder brother shouted, "Good that you're here, let's go see the official now!"

  "Nephew of a close family friend, you've misunderstood!" The old lady said in a low and solemn tone.

  " Misunderstanding?" The aunt of the family stood up, using her hoarse voice from crying to coldly laugh, "Old madam, people are already dead, whether this misunderstanding is true or not isn't up to you to decide? Who knows if you're doing this to get our uncle a concubine or replace his wife?"

  The old lady's complexion changed, and she knew this matter couldn't be hidden.

  The daughter-in-law ended up lying in the coffin because she had tripped and fallen in her room, which happened because the two of them had a quarrel. The quarrel started because I told my son to take a concubine.

  What's wrong with that? The son is the eldest in the family, and after so many years of marriage, not a single son has been born, but daughters are one after another. It's not that the woman at home can't do it, can't this mother give birth to a son for the sake of the family's incense and take a concubine?

  This is a matter of great importance and justice under heaven!

  What's wrong with her!

  The only mistake is that my daughter-in-law died in her own home!

  The old lady grasped her cane tightly, her palms were covered with sweat.

  "Yunniang is not dead!" she said word by word.

  As soon as this was said, everyone in the room was stunned.

  The people standing closest were stunned first, and then one by one, they all became stunned.

  At this moment when the morning light is about to shine, the lanterns in the courtyard also lost their luster. The green and hazy scene made it seem like people standing opposite each other couldn't see one another clearly.

  At this time, the old lady seemed like a misty cloud in everyone's eyes.

  "What did you say?" The old master of the family shouted.

  "I said Yunniang is not dead!" The old lady started saying, and then the words flowed smoothly.

  It's not going smoothly and it can't be helped, at this moment, there is no choice but to grit one's teeth and go on.

  This time everyone heard clearly, not only were the people of the neighboring family shocked, but even their own family members were frightened.

  The old lady went mad from being stimulated?

  The battered and embarrassed maternal uncle quickly jumped up from the ground and grabbed his paternal grandfather.

  "My mother has a grudge against you, and I'm not done with you yet!" he shouted.

  Now it's his turn to take control, in an instant he felt a thread of wild joy, I don't have to be afraid of them anymore!

  Eyes glared at each other and were about to fight again, Old Lady tapped her cane and raised her voice.

  "Everyone stop! Didn't you hear me? Yunniang isn't dead! She's ill! This is for treating her illness!"

  The people on both sides of the house sat down, and the maids brought tea and then quickly withdrew so as not to see any improper words or actions from their masters.

  There are many people with different opinions, and everyone has a status, so it's better to solve this behind closed doors.

  "Are you saying that all this fuss is for treating an illness?" asked the old master of the family, his eyes scanning the people opposite him.

  "Yes, this matter is known to no one except me and that doctor." The old lady said with a composed tone.

  A maid servant came in hastily from outside and whispered something into the ear of the host's elder sister-in-law.

  The elder sister-in-law of the host family immediately threw the teacup in her hand onto the table.

  "Are you taking us for fools, Mother?" she said coldly. "Everyone's seen it, they're all out of breath, their bodies are stiff... what kind of treatment is this? You're not sick, are you?"

  "Miss Cheng says it's an illness, then it's an illness!" The old lady also didn't back down, and said solemnly.

  Looking at the old woman's expression, she is either crazy or there really is such a thing.

  The relatives and elders of the family exchanged a glance.

  "Who is Cheng Jia's daughter?" someone asked.

  Who is Cheng Jia's daughter-in-law? This question was asked, and for a moment, no one answered.

  It's not that they don't want to answer, but rather they don't know how to answer.

  Just two months ago, the long-empty house next to the river was rented out. It seemed that someone moved in at midnight, and none of the neighbors saw who it was. Only on the second day did they see a little girl come out to buy things, speaking softly and gently with a southern Jianghu accent.

  "Is it the doctor?" asked the old master of the family.

  The woman standing in the doorway nodded hesitantly.

  "I didn't know at first, but the youngest son of the mute's family on East Street had a high fever and was talking nonsense. They asked Liu Dao Po to take a look, but she just said it was hopeless. The mute's family was crying and wailing, wanting to die, when the maid of Cheng's wife happened to pass by and said that her mistress could cure this illness. As soon as the mute's family heard the words 'could be cured', they didn't care about anything else and took the child there immediately. Sure enough, in the afternoon, the child woke up and even ate a big bowl of rice, and on the second day, he was better and got out of bed, running around as if nothing had happened."

  The people on the door are all rough and unrefined, they love to hear rumors and gossip about everything under the sun. This kind of magical neighborhood news is what they love most, when talking about it excitedly, they can't help but gesticulate wildly with their hands and feet, spitting saliva everywhere.

  The old lady coughed heavily, and the maid finally came to her senses, remembering who she was facing, and hastily bowed her head and remained silent.

  There are no women who are orthodox doctors, but rather they have gotten some kind of symptom and are using a folk remedy.

  The old master of the family is disdainful.

  "It's not just that. The servant woman felt it was a blow to her own reputation for being well-informed, so she plucked up the courage to wave her hand and say, "It wasn't just this one. Later, there was also the old lady from the butcher's family in East City who ate too many peaches and had diarrhea so badly that she almost lost her breath. It was the young mistress of the Cheng family who heard about it from a shop assistant when buying meat, and then invited the old lady to come over. They took her to see a doctor in the afternoon and sent her back home at night, and nothing happened. The next day, she could still walk with a cane and visit her grandson."

  The old master of the family frowned.

  The servant woman at the gate spoke up like a gust of wind, emphasizing getting the first word in edgewise and having honed her skills to perfection. At this moment, seeing that Old Master's face was scrunched up in displeasure, she let out a sigh, then immediately started speaking again.

  "After that, the lady of Cheng's family became famous and many people came to seek medical treatment. The maid of Cheng's family said that their door was always open, and those who came to seek medical treatment could just come in. There was only one condition: they would not treat incurable diseases."

  This remark made everyone in the house curious.

  My wife took a deep breath at this time.

  "What is meant by 'incurable illnesses are not treated'?" asked a woman from the family of the old master, unable to hold back.

  Now she's in charge, the servant woman breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that people inside and outside the door are actually the same.

  "In other words, those illnesses that are not life-threatening, such as headaches and coughs, she doesn't treat. She lets them go to the hospital instead. It's only when the hospital has given up on them and they're waiting for death that she treats them."

  As soon as this was said, everyone in the room was shocked.

  "These words are really arrogant." The ladies all said.

  "That's not madness." The servant woman hastily added, "The young mistress of the Cheng family said that as a respectable married woman, it is not proper for her to practice medicine. She just can't bear to see people suffering from birth, aging, illness and death, so she rashly took action."

  When she said this, several women couldn't help but chant Buddha's name and speak of compassion.

  Only these women believed in such compassionate words, while the elderly master of the house and the maternal uncle slightly curled their lips.

  What an inconvenient doctor, what a retreat as progress, wanting to give up but still welcoming.

  "In these days, those who went to ask for that Miss Cheng's help were indeed seriously ill people, and they all got better." The servant woman concluded.

  A low murmur of conversation in the room.

  There are many strange people and things in this world, which seem absurd and cannot be generalized.

  "What's going on with my sister now? If that's the case, why don't you hurry up and save her, what's the point of doing all this?" The old master of the family shouted in a deep voice.

  "Give it a try." The old lady said with a straight face, seeing the patriarch's eyebrows jump, and quickly added, "It was that young woman from the Cheng family who said so, and she also said it has to be really true, or else it won't work."

  "Is she a witch or a doctor? Come on, come on!" The old master of the family said, his face turning blue with rage.

  He rushed so hard he almost scared his parents to death! Is this how you rush?!

  "I'm not a doctor, I don't know," said the old lady calmly. "I just want to save my daughter-in-law's life, let alone use a funeral to rush things, even if it means I have to lie in the coffin too."

  Looking at the old lady's solemn and dignified expression, the women from the husband's family couldn't help but feel a twinge of shame.

  What a mother-in-law who dares to do even the most taboo things for her daughter-in-law, how many can there be in this world?

  The old master of the family coughed.

  "It's useless no matter how beautifully you put it." He said with a cold smile, but his expression was no longer as uncontrollable as when he first came, eager to tear down someone's home.

  Everyone in the room let out a sigh of relief, but immediately held their breath again and looked at the old lady.

  Yes, it sounds nice but doesn't work, the key is still...

  "How come the young lady from the Cheng family hasn't been invited yet?" The old madam frowned and asked loudly, "It's already daylight!"

  The sound of footsteps outside the door, Yuanyang's nanny rushed in.

  "Has Cheng's daughter-in-law arrived?" The old lady couldn't help but ask as she stood up.

  What kind of person was Mrs. Cheng after all? Everyone present rushed to look outside.

  The thin fog outside the door gradually retreated, and the morning light appeared, empty and deserted.

  "Miss Chang said that her daughter-in-law is still recovering from illness and can't go out, so she asked us to send the person over," Nai Ma stuttered.

  The servant girl at the gate is still there, and upon hearing this, she didn't wait for orders and busied herself with the commotion.

  "That's right, that's right. The lady of the Cheng family never goes out, and people are always sent in to see her. Each time, only one family member is allowed to accompany them." She nodded hastily and said.

  "Hurry up and send him away," said the old lady.

  This is more in line with her wishes, so as to avoid being questioned by relatives and giving away the secret.

  The subordinate should respond immediately and get going.

  "Wait a minute." The old master of the family spoke again, standing up and looking at the wet nurse with his eyebrows furrowed. "What did you just say? Is that young woman from the Cheng family still not recovered from her illness?"

  The wet nurse nodded.

  That girl said so.

  "She herself is still recovering from her illness, what's the point of treating something that can't be treated!" The old master of the family said coldly.

  After tossing around for a few days on the book title, I finally decided to call it "Jiao Niang Yi Jing", now starting normal updates, daily updates.