Wan Changqing was taken aback. He had not expected someone so young to have such a temper. As the saying went, without a diamond drill, do not take on porcelain work. Perhaps the young man really did have some ability. →
Just then, the servants threw out two more physicians. One had even had his scholar's headcloth pulled off. A servant cursed, "How dare you wandering quacks come here to swindle us! Show your faces again, and we'll beat you every time!" The two physicians fled in utter disgrace.
Wan Changqing glanced over, a cold smile curling his lips, before his gaze returned to Hu Xiaotian's face. His meaning could not have been clearer: if Hu Xiaotian had no genuine skill and had come to cheat them, he would meet the same fate.
Although Wan Changqing did not believe in his heart that such a young man could possess much medical expertise, the second young master's life was hanging by a thread. They had already tried every method they could think of. As the saying went, they could only treat a dead horse as though it were still alive. Having one more person examine him would cost them nothing.
Hu Xiaotian followed Wan Changqing to Wan Tingsheng's quarters. The Wan Residence was enormous, occupying more than thirty mu, and was far grander than the county offices. The front was used for receiving guests and discussing business, while the Wan family all lived in the rear. Centered around the rear garden, their quarters were divided into five separate areas. Master Wan lived in the main residence, which stood in the south and faced north. His eldest son, Wan Tingchang, lived to his left, in the eastern wing, while his second son lived in the West Wing. His third son, Wan Tingguang,