Yan Yue

Inside the Jinxia Affairs Bureau, West Gate Clinic.

"Lady Yan, the patient in bed six says he feels dizzy and unwell."

"Take this Talisman and stick it to his forehead." Without even looking up, Yan Yue laid out a Talisman. "If he keeps making a fuss, give him some Spirit-Calming Soup."

"Lady Yan, the patient in bed fifteen says he can barely breathe and wants to go outside for a walk. What should I do?" someone else asked.

"You believe everything people tell you? Learn to make your own judgments! His diagnosis says he has a leg ailment; his chest and lungs are perfectly fine. What do you think you should do?"

"Uh... carry him outside for a stroll?" the latter asked timidly.

"Of course you ignore him!" Yan Yue frowned and looked up in displeasure.

"Yes, yes... I understand!" The other person shuddered all over and hurried away. Yan Yue only caught sight of her slender back and the long ears swaying atop her head.

"Tch, she ran pretty fast." Yan Yue shook her head, a trace of disdain on her face.

This was the test Xia Fan had arranged for her—taking charge of the clinic opened by the Jinxia Affairs Bureau and treating local residents who came seeking help alongside a crowd of Rabbit Demons.

Originally, it should have been a trivial matter.

The Yan Family had always been a family of physicians and apothecaries. Even after becoming an alchemist, she had never left the profession. In the years since completing her training, she had resolved countless difficult and complicated illnesses. The patients she had cured included princes, nobles, and refined figures from wealthy households. Turning around now to treat ordinary people's colds and fevers should naturally have posed no difficulty at all.

The problem lay with this