In the courtyard, the fragrance of medicine floated in the air, mixed with the smell of vegetation. Although they were mixed, the air was not unpleasant because it was natural. So people knew that the residence of a famous doctor was naturally filled with the fragrance of medicine.

The courtyard didn't pave with grey bricks, with only a slightly curved path paved with pebbles to the corridor. Both sides of the path were planted with flowers and trees, and there were some common medicinal herbs in it.

The trumpet creepers that saw outside covered the walls on both sides of the courtyard gate. The yellow flowers blossomed in the scorching sun with brilliant golden color. The scenery was gorgeous. Besides, trumpet creepers were medical herbs. It seemed that Ji Qubing had arranged this yard for double benefits.

After passing the corridor, a round "moon-gate" sat there. Two osmanthus trees with the same height beside the door. There were no osmanthus flowers blooming yet, but the cypress vines grew on top of it and hang down with green leaves and small red and white flowers sprinkled among it, really lively.

Wei Changying was attracted. She couldn't help but glance at it a few more times, and then smiled, "Why to lead the cypress vines to the sweet-scented osmanthus? Wouldn't it entangle the osmanthus tree to death?"

"Small Weiwei, did you hear that? Even the young madam, who has been served by your grandmother, has common sense, but you don't know it. In case Master’s favorite pair of sweet-scented osmanthus trees died, let's see how you explain to Master." As soon as Wei Changying's words finished, an indifferent voice spread not far away.

The group looked at the direction where the voice spread, only to see a lady who was as old as Wei Changying but unmarried, holding a small medicine basket made of wicker on the one hand, picking among the medicinal herbs in Bamboo sieves drying in the courtyard with the other hand. The yard was more expansive than before here. Except for the two osmanthus trees and two cypress vines, the other places were all covered with grey bricks. Today, the scorching sun was blazing, and the yard was full of medicinal herbs in Bamboo sieves to dry.

Half of the curtain was hung under the porches on both sides to block the sun. Under the curtain, there were also medicinal herbs in Bamboo sieves, which were some medicinal herbs that should not be exposed to the sun and need to be dried.

When entering the door, it was just a faint smell of medicine. Now when getting in here, the smell suddenly became rich and almost choking. Although Ji Qubing didn't treat many patients for several years, he, as a doctor, had never stopped the collection of medicinal herbs.

Because Mrs. Huang said that her second son and second daughter-in-law served Ji Qubing here, and she did not mention anyone else. The house was so quiet, and Ji Qubing lived alone and disliked strange servants, so there should be only Ni Tao and his wife and Ni Weiyi, a little girl who acted as a maidservant.

This lady took care of the medicinal herbs and behaved casually. Although she took the sentence, her eyes were still staring at a bark-like medical herb in her hand. She drew out the small silver knife around her waist and scratched a bit to have a taste, not caring about Shen Cangfeng and Wei Changying at all. Seemingly she was Duanmu Xinmiao, the Eighth Miss of Duanmu Family.

As expected, Mrs. Huang stared fiercely at Ni Weiyi, who was hiding behind them, then turned her head and smiled at the lady, "Eighth Miss is here too. Is the miracle doctor in here?"

"Yes, you can take them in. Master has drunk two pots of tea. I went in and showed him a prescription just now. He also said why you haven't come." Duanmu Xinmiao put down the bark, to be exact, the bark herb, and finally glanced at people. She was the only descendant of the miracle doctor, who had a beautiful appearance, with almond-shaped eyes and rosy cheeks. She wore a white narrow-sleeved upper shirt sewn with a coarse cloth without any pattern and a green skirt popular among common girls. Like Cao Yingmei that Wei Changying saw when she went to Spring Grass Lake last time, Duanmu Xinmiao wrapped her head with a piece of coarse cloth, which was easy to move around. Although she dressed like a poor girl in ordinary families, her beauty was still brilliant.

It was said that Ji Qubing had an eccentric temperament, so did his apprentice, more or less affected by the master, not as considerate as ordinary ladies. Her words made people feel embarrassed.

Mrs. Huang coughed and whispered to Wei Changying, "Young Madam, let's accompany the young master in."

The group bypassed Duanmu Xinmiao and went to the gallery. Mrs. Huang looked at Ni Weiyi, who went in obediently first. After a while, she came out and said, "Miracle Doctor invites Young master and Young madam in."

Before her words finished, she heard a man snort, saying, "I said, 'They come at last'!"

Everyone was silent.

In any case, everyone in the capital knew that Ji Qubing had a bad temper. He didn't even respect the elders of the clan and dared to yell "rather die than submit" at the powerful. Shen Cangfeng and Wei Changying decided to pretend not to hear his words.

When they entered the door, below the screen embroidered with lotus and fish, they saw a pair of bottles at the height of a person painted with pink color and golden peaches, between the bottles there was a chair, where sat a bamboo-crowned, grey-clothed, cross-legged man. He put one of his hands on the chair, supported by a clenched fist against his head, and beat the handle of the chair with the other hand, looking like very impatient.

He should be Ji Qubing. He was just around forty-three years old, which could be complimented as being in the prime of his life, but half of his hair had turned grayish-white, whether it was because of the excessive pain in his early years or stimulated by the failure of his family.

Looking at the profile, it could be assumed that this famous doctor should have been born handsome. He still had a fair complexion and a long, neat beard under his jaw. There was a pair of blazing and even sharp eyes below his thick eyebrows.

Shen Cangfeng's eyes were also very sharp, but Ji Qubing's sharpness was different from that of Shen Cangfeng, the descendant of a distinguished family. Born in a noble family, Shen Cangfeng was explicitly cultivated to be valiant and vigorous; through the vicissitudes of life, Ji Qubing was shaped to be a sharp blade, with some mockery and cynicism.

But no matter what sort it was, people who had such a sharp gaze that ordinary people didn’t dare to stare at all had a common character, that is, fearlessness, which would never submit to the rich or the mighty, in most cases.

So even if Mrs. Huang had told Ji Qubing about the identity of the people who came to seek medical treatment today, and he had received the favor of the Wei Family, he did not mean to be polite because of Wei Changying, the Wei Family lineal daughter. Seeing them come in, he glanced lightly, still seated on the chair, with his hand supported by it, very arrogant. Half of his grey, long hair was loosely tied with a bamboo crown, and half of it was scattered on the shoulders. On such a scorching summer day, he sat still in the chair, wearing plain clothes, somehow reminding people of a sentence:

The recluse lay in the snow-covered mountains.

Even Wei Changying, who had been spoilt since her childhood, was frightened by his temperament and did not dare to slight him. She saluted and respectfully said, "Miracle Doctor Ji, my husband..."

"Is this young man going to see a doctor? Come here!" Ji Qubing was indeed devoid of common sense. He didn't allow her to finish the sentence at all. He pointed to Shen Cangfeng and called him impolitely. He was proud of his medical skills and not afraid that others refused to obey him.

"You should go there." Wei Changying choked. After all, she couldn't be relieved until he diagnosed her husband. She didn't dare to contradict him, so she had to push the reluctant Shen Cangfeng.

Shen Cangfeng followed Ji Qubing's instructions and sat across him on the chair. Ji Qubing squinted his eyes and looked at him, saying slowly and steadily, "In my view, you have much energy and a strong pace, and you are in the prime of life. You can't be an impotent person! Are you not fond of your wife? Have you raised more than one maiden by setting up other residences outside? Are you too lazy to play at your wife, so you lied?"

In response to the indescribable gazes of Shen Cangfeng, Wei Changying, and many servants, Mrs. Huang felt like weeping and almost jumped on to grab Ji Qubing's arm and pleaded, "Miracle Doctor Ji, I said that the young master could not raise his arm when he was injured. How can you interpret it out of context?"

For God sake, the young master was very potent! Besides, even if there was something wrong with the young master, he couldn't let others in when diagnosing! How could the miracle doctor talk like that! You meant to frame people!

Shen Cangfeng and Wei Changying heard Mrs. Huang's explanation and almost vomited blood!

Wei Changying's idea that she could be relieved only when the miracle doctor said he was all right was shaken. Even Gu Naizheng was much better than him!

"Don't be hurried!" Ji Qubing stroked his long beard and said blandly, "This young man is in good health. I don't think there will be any serious illness. An ordinary doctor can also treat him, but you guys have to ask for my diagnosis. I think you are too nervous, so I tell a joke to let you relax, lest he is okay, but other people are sick because of anxiety."

Shen Cangfeng and Wei Changying were about to vomit blood again. If you wanted to tell a joke, just told it! What were you talking about!

When the couple looked at each other and didn’t know what to say, Ji Qubing said lukewarmly, "Okay, the joke is over, but you guys don’t appreciate it. Then, let me make a diagnosis. Boy Shen, stretches your hand over and let me feel your pulse."

You... You... Wei Changying didn't know how to scold him, thinking, "You said in public that my husband was impotent, so how could you expect us to laugh at your joke? Who are you?" Had it not been rumored that Ji Qubing had only one apprentice Duanmu Xinmiao, Wei Changying would have definitely suspected that his real successor was Gu Naizheng!

Shen Cangfeng smiled bitterly and stretched out his wrist. Ji Qubing put his fingers on his wrist, pinched a few long beards, closed his eyes, and felt the pulse carefully. Everyone waited for a while, holding their breath, and after waiting for a bit, only to see that Ji Qubing's face become gloomier. They were on nettles.

Wei Changying didn't care about the previous affairs and asked in a frightened voice, "Miracle Doctor Ji, is my husband's injury..." She just wanted to be careful, but didn't want it to be true!

Ji Qubing opened his eyes and asked in a deep voice, "When did you get this injury?"

Although Shen Cangfeng thought he was healthy, considering that Ji Qubing was famous for his medical skills and that the people in the house all seemed to be ready to hear the bad news at this moment, he also became nervous. He cautiously said, "On New Year's Eve last year, a feast in the palace."

"At that time, the Hoku point cracked and it was difficult to lift the arm. How long has it been recovered since then?" Ji Qubing asked.

Shen Cangfeng replied more cautiously, "It's almost healed in about three to five days, and the Hoku point is also scabbed."

Ji Qubing's face was even gloomier, "Then what?"

"Then my mother can’t rest assured of my injury, so she asked the imperial doctor for a diagnosis. The imperial doctor suggested taking a rest for some time for safety, so my mother let me rest till now." Shen Cangfeng knew that Ji Qubing was at odds with the Ji Family, so he concealed Imperial Doctor Ji's surname. After speaking, he couldn't help tentatively asking, "Miracle Doctor Ji, in the past few months, I have been fine, but will there be some unhealed injuries?"

He didn't feel any discomfort, but why did the miracle doctor look even worse when he heard that, with his eyes almost flaming?

Ji Qubing got angry. He withdrew the two fingers from his wrist and slapped his hand on the chair. The sound was so loud that Ni Weiyi, the youngest person present, shrank back out of fear. Ji Qubing furiously asked, "Since you know that you don't even have a short illness, what are you doing here? Do you just come to amuse me?"

He cursed again, "When the Hoku point is cracked, the meridians on the arm will be numb, and the arm can't be lifted for a while. Isn't it common sense? You are also a martial artist, do you usually practice showy but not practical martial skills? Have you been injured once? With such a small injury, a lady who has been carefully raised can recover in ten days or a half month. You, a strong man, should still be recuperating after half a year! Do you think you are made of tofu? Why not just lie on the soft bed for the rest of your life? It will be safer!"

Ji Qubing snorted and ended with a sentence, "How dare you!" He flicked his sleeves, went inward, and left.