I insist

Chapter 455: Epilepsy

"You haven't even let me treat you, how do you know my medical skills are bad? It's not the behavior of a gentleman to speak so casually about someone."

Song Miqiu always felt that this man was deliberately trying to cause trouble.

The man sneered: "If you're really capable, don't be afraid of what people say. If you're so capable, then show them what you're capable of."

This is simply asking the impossible. Song Miqiu is not going to just randomly find someone here to treat someone, and no one wants to admit that they are sick.

Song Miqiu glared at him fiercely, without saying a word.

Seeing her glaring at him, the man smiled slightly, his eyes full of smugness.

"Ah~"

Suddenly, someone among the crowd shouted, and everyone's eyes turned to look at him.

Then they saw a person lying on the ground, convulsing and foaming at the mouth, which looked very frightening.

Upon seeing someone do this, many people quickly moved away, afraid that the person would touch them.

"What's wrong with this person? How could he do this?"

"This is clearly epilepsy! Will he die? This is terrifying!"

Everyone was talking about it, but no one stepped forward to help. No one wanted to leave; they just wanted to stay and watch the spectacle.

This moment perfectly illustrates the cold-bloodedness of human nature.

Upon seeing this, Song Miqiu went straight over, intending to treat the person with epilepsy.

"You're not planning to treat him, are you? Don't you dare kill him! You'd better get away quickly, or we'll report you to the authorities."

Upon seeing Song Miqiu approach, the man quickly spoke up.

The other people stood with him at this moment, criticizing Song Miqiu.

"If your medical skills are lacking, don't mess around. What if you kill someone? You'd better get out of the way."

"You're treating human life like dirt."

As Song Miqiu listened to the people's words, his expression grew increasingly grim. If that person wasn't treated soon, he would be in real danger, and there was no time to lose.

"Enough, when will this end? He's already in this state, and I haven't seen any of you lend a helping hand. You're all here blaming me, how will that make him better?"

Before judging others, take a look at yourself. Do you really have the right to criticize others, and you, from the very beginning?

You're just looking for trouble. I'm kind to people, but I'm not someone you can bully. If you speak again, I won't be so polite.

Song Miqiu suddenly flew into a rage and said.

The people present fell silent after hearing her words, and didn't say a word.

Seeing that the surroundings had quieted down, Song Miqiu quickly squatted down to check on the patient. His pupils were dilated and his consciousness was scattered.

These are all symptoms of epilepsy.

After confirming that the patient had epilepsy, Song Miqiu began to treat him.

Song Miqiu took out silver needles and began to perform acupuncture on the patient, while constantly observing the patient's reaction.

After a period of treatment, the patient quickly regained consciousness and his pupils regained focus. Upon seeing this, Song Miqiu immediately asked.

"Can you hear me? Can you give me a response?"

The patient nodded at Song Miqiu after hearing her words.

Song Miqiu finally breathed a sigh of relief. She looked at the pharmacy clerk and said, "Carry him inside and let him recover. I'll write the prescription in a bit."

Get the medicine according to the prescription, take good care of him, and let him go only after he has fully regained consciousness.

Upon hearing Song Miqiu's words, the shop assistant quickly led the patient to the pharmacy.

At this moment, the people suddenly applauded. They believed in Song Miqiu's medical skills; she could even control epilepsy, so they felt that nothing could stump her.

At this moment, Song Miqiu didn't care about the current situation at all. Instead, he sat back down in his seat and continued to carry out today's free clinic.

As for explanations, Song Miqiu felt there was absolutely no need for them; if you believe, you believe; if you don't believe, you don't believe.

When the people saw that Song Miqiu had started seeing patients, they began to line up and ask her to treat them, and it was free of charge.

The noisy man from before has long since disappeared; he must be feeling a lot of pain in his face right now.

The day's free clinic finally came to an end, and Song Miqiu finally had time to rest. She sat on a chair in the pharmacy, closing her eyes to recover her strength.

When Yu Huailin arrived, he saw her like this and felt very sorry for her, but he didn't say anything else.

"After today's ordeal, your business will get back on track, and you can rest assured."

Yu Huailin walked over and sat down next to Song Miqiu, speaking softly.

Song Miqiu sighed and said, "I hope so, but I always feel that things are not that simple. I hope I'm overthinking it."

"You've worked hard today, take a good rest, don't rush, take it slow," Yu Huailin advised.

Song Miqiu smiled and nodded.

Du Chun'an was walking towards the military camp when he encountered an assassination attempt just outside the capital.

When the man in black appeared, Du Chun'an's bodyguards also appeared. They protected him and moved him to the center, where they faced the man in black.

The men in black gave them no time to react and attacked immediately, each move deadly.

Du Chun'an's bodyguards were no match for the men in black. He had already lost many of his bodyguards, and he couldn't let them all die here.

"Don't linger in the fight, find a breakthrough and run!" Du Chun'an decisively gave the order.

Upon hearing his command, the guards immediately fought back against the men in black, finally tearing a gap and running forward with Du Chun'an.

The men in black kept in hot pursuit, making it impossible for them to stop.

"Who wants to kill our master? And the person they sent is so capable," the guard asked suspiciously.

Du Chun'an didn't know who sent the person, but his first thought was the Emperor. The Emperor's secret guards were far more skilled than ordinary secret guards.

Du Chun'an knew how capable his own bodyguards were, and he believed that only the Emperor's bodyguards could have killed so many of his own bodyguards.

The more he thought about it, the more convinced he became that it was a secret guard sent by the Emperor. Du Chun'an had previously suspected the Emperor, but now he was certain that the Emperor was the murderer.

"Don't confront them head-on. They are the Emperor's secret guards, and their martial arts are far superior to yours. Be careful."

Du Chun'an gritted his teeth and spoke to his bodyguard.

The guard frowned slightly: "Was all of this planned by the Emperor? He sent you back to the military camp, then had someone kill you on the way, so that your death would have nothing to do with him?"

"That should be our plan. What we need to do now is save our lives. Don't think about anything else. Just run and don't get caught."

Du Chun'an's face was extremely ugly, but he secretly made up his mind that if he lived, he would definitely not let the emperor have an easy time.