Plotting with You: The Forensic Scientist in Ancient Times!-Chapter 462 - 461: Jiang Taigong

After giving the child medicine and observing for a while, it was visibly apparent to the naked eye that the infant’s condition had improved. The old man breathed a big sigh of relief and thanked him profusely, carefully wrapping the child again, carrying him on his back as if he were a hunchback, and left the inn.

"What’s your plan next?" asked Lu Qing, who hadn’t spoken until that moment.

"Of course, it’s Jiang Taigong fishing," Yan Daoxin smiled slightly, "Wait for those people to let the news slowly slip out of their mouths, then be surrounded by people coming out of admiration, and eventually the renown to reach the Prince Mansion, waiting for King Fan to personally invite us over."

"Are you confident?" Zhu Yu asked him.

"Don’t worry, this place is so lacking in medicine and doctors that even ordinary illnesses are hard-pressed into becoming difficult ones. When there’s nowhere to turn, and suddenly hearing some word of mouth, wouldn’t they sharpen their heads in desperation to try it?" Yan Daoxin was full of confidence, "Do whatever you need to do for the next few days, just wait."

Since he said that, Lu Qing and Zhu Yu naturally had no other opinions, having been busy all day, they each went back to rest.

Perhaps because they helped the shopkeeper’s uncle, the shopkeeper was especially attentive the next day, but Yan Daoxin was merely indifferent, not showing much expression, in a rather profound manner.

Another day passed, and the old man returned, but this time without the child, instead bringing his two sons with him. The father and sons carried many things in their hands and shoulders, mostly dried meat and eggs.

The three of them knelt and bowed as soon as they saw Yan Daoxin, refusing to get up no matter how much they were pulled. Only after finally standing up did it become clear that the infant had visibly improved after following Yan Daoxin’s prescribed method of internal and external application, no longer shedding layers of skin, less swollen, and some places had started to scab, all moving in a better direction.

Previously, due to the witch doctor’s claims, they did not dare to openly seek treatment for the child, secretly and furtively, telling others the child’s mother died in childbirth; otherwise, they feared people would think of their family, unable to hide.

Now seeing the child improving, it undoubtedly removed the sword hanging daily over the family’s heads, letting them not live in constant fear.

As long as the child is no longer hot and red all over, the witch doctor’s claim that the elixir pills have become spirits becomes hard to convince.

The father and sons insisted on leaving all the food and drinks, joyously departing the inn.

That noon, the five people enjoyed the most abundant meal since entering Bhutan – there was meat, eggs, and a plate of stir-fried greens.

Even in the not picky Prince Xiaoyao Mansion, such a meal wouldn’t amount to much, and although Yan Daoxin usually travels widely, he wouldn’t normally be impressed by such a modest offering.

However, they had been living frugally for too long, contrasting with dry, hard crackers of unknown substance and porridge barely better than water; even the plain stir-fried greens seemed oddly delightful, tasting exceptionally refreshing.

Whether it was their behavior of bringing gifts that seemed insignificant elsewhere but ceremonial now in Bhutan drawing attention, or someone among their circle slipped, by afternoon more people came to ask the shopkeeper if a Divine Doctor lived here.

The shopkeeper showed surprising integrity this time, firmly denying the presence of a Divine Doctor.

But the quicker his denial, the more suspicion grew, prompting someone to dash upstairs while he was distracted.

Thus, Yan Daoxin, though unwilling, ended up taking pulses and treating several people, though only one received medication and left joyfully.

The rest had minor ailments, sunburns or rain hits, that Yan Daoxin disregarded, sent away after checking their pulses.

Some wisely left, others with fiery temper caused trouble, only to be snagged by the rune like a chicken and dumped on the street.

Those tossed out were naturally humiliated, drawing more spectators, spreading the inn’s reputation for housing a Divine Doctor all the more uncontrollably.

As Yan Daoxin predicted, Bhutan lacked doctors and medicine; locals could find witch doctors focusing on "witchery" over "medicine."

Thus, many small issues grew uncertain when spoken by them.

Treatment without medicine, rituals without money, distressing the Bhutanese people scared out of their wits.

Now hearing of a genuine Divine Doctor, not merely a charlatan feigning skill, prompted the masses to flock, blocking the inn thoroughly by the next morning.

No choice, Lu Qing lent runes and talismans to Yan Daoxin, standing protectively by his side, swiftly ejecting those without real issues but pestering for medication.

With such circumstances, Lu Qing and Zhu Yu wandered nearby before returning to the inn.

The whole day passed; although runes helped maintain order, sparing Yan Daoxin from patients he didn’t want to treat, he still tired, retiring early after dinner.

At night, Zhu Yu initially slept soundly, having spent days in Bhutan without major incident, assuredly resting, especially with Lu Qing nearby, growing more relaxed.

Suddenly, a faint sound startled her from sleep; Zhu Yu sat up, dazed, as if her companion had leaped from bed like the wind to the window.

With the gust raised by Lu Qing, Zhu Yu quickly became alert, hurrying over.