Disguised as a man: Watch me create a new dynasty

Chapter 161 Yan Nansheng as a Doctor

When I saw the maids and servants at the door, I knew that the masters of the Zhang family were probably gathered in the room of the Zhang family's mistress.

The servants' faces were filled with anxiety and obvious worry. It seemed that the Zhang family's tradition was still upright.

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The servant who brought them in led them directly into the house in a hurry. It seemed that the aunt of the Yan family was indeed terminally ill.

Yan Nansheng and his companions couldn't help but quicken their pace.

"Master! The doctor is here!"

In the dim room, Zhang Mao stood quietly beside the bed, wearing a moon-white gown. Although it was a bit old, it was washed very clean and tidy.

Outside the window, the bleak autumn wind rolled up the withered yellow leaves, passing through the dilapidated window frames, making a slight rustling sound.

He has a slender figure, a straight back, and has the bearing of a scholar.

But his handsome face looked a little haggard due to days of hard work, and there was a little stubble on his chin, which had never been trimmed, adding a sense of vicissitudes of life.

His thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, revealing his inner worry.

Zhang Mao's eyes were clear. At this moment, his eyes were deep and heavy, full of worry and anxiety about his seriously ill wife.

The faint candlelight flickered on his face, reflecting his tightly pursed lips and the tight lines at the corners of his mouth, showing his inner uneasiness and tension.

The veins on his forehead throbbed slightly, and his hands unconsciously clenched the corners of his clothes.

In this depressing atmosphere, when he heard that a doctor had finally been called in, his originally dim eyes instantly lit up with hope.

The light was like a star breaking through the dark clouds in the night, dazzling and bright, and the originally frowned brows relaxed slightly.

The sadness on his face seemed to be dispelled a little by this sudden hope, and his whole spirit was rekindled by this glimmer of hope.

"Quick! Please bring the doctor in."

When they heard that the doctor was coming, everyone stood up impatiently and looked towards the door, their eyes full of expectation and hope.

Yan Nansheng and the other two slowly walked into the house and were instantly surrounded by people.

Sadness and anxiety were intertwined on everyone's faces, and the expressions did not seem fake.

However, when their eyes fell on the three people who came in, they were stunned.

Is this...doctor?

Zhang Mao also saw this scene. The anger in his heart at this moment was like a volcano about to erupt, hot and surging.

I thought this was another person invited by that second-generation rich man, who was going to come into the Zhang family and cause trouble.

His wife has been forced into a serious illness by that second-generation rich man, but he is still determined to destroy the Zhang family.

His eyes widened, his brows furrowed, veins popping out on his forehead, and he shouted angrily, "Are you really doctors? I'm afraid you are not Mr. Lu's lackeys!"

His voice trembled with anger, as if he was suppressing endless rage.

When Mo Qing heard this, his originally kind face suddenly became cloudy, and anger seemed to burst out of his eyes.

He clenched his fists tightly, veins bulged on his forehead. Just as he was about to argue with Zhang Mao, Jiang Mianmian grabbed his sleeve.

Mo Qing turned his head and saw Jiang Mianmian gently shaking her head at him.

Mo Qing couldn't figure out the reason for a moment, but Jiang Mianmian was clear-headed.

She knew very well that her master was trying to help the Yan family's daughter who married out.

Although Zhang Mao's words were impulsive, he was not targeting his master, but mistakenly thought that they were people sent by the son of the Shangshu family.

He was so furious only because his beloved wife, the lady from the Yan family, was so humiliated by the scoundrels from the Lu family that he was furious and was afraid that they would do something bad to his beloved wife.

Unlike those people at the door who were looking for trouble on purpose, the master would not blame him for this. Instead, he would think that Zhang Mao was indeed an honest and frank person who was worth making friends with.

Then look at the Zhang family members who were originally happy because they had invited a doctor.

Hearing Zhang Mao's words, the expression on his face suddenly became solemn, and even showed deep disgust.

Several young masters of the Zhang family have even walked to the bedside of the eldest sister-in-law and stood there to protect her safety.

Seeing this, Yan Nansheng nodded in satisfaction and said, "Master Zhang has misunderstood. I am indeed a doctor. To be frank, my medical skills are pretty good."

Her voice was clear and firm, like a stream of clear spring flowing through this slightly chaotic atmosphere.

Yan Nansheng's medical skills were indeed not bad. Over the years, everyone in the Yan family just thought that she was extremely fond of medicine and was self-taught.

But I don't really think her medical skills can be that advanced.

In this way, Yan Nansheng secretly mastered the medical skills.

Of course, this is inseparable from the help of the system. Not only does it provide ancient medical prescriptions from ancient times to the present, but it also said very seriously: "Host, famous ministers with superb medical skills can also be recognized by the main brain."

Yan Nansheng gave Mo Qing and Jiang Mianmian a reassuring look, then walked towards the bed.

The two young masters were softened by her gentle temperament and gave up their seats at the signal of their eldest brother.

I saw the woman lying on the bed, looking seriously ill and haggard, her eyes full of helplessness and fear.

Yan Nansheng softened his voice unconsciously and said gently, "Don't be afraid, I'll show you."

The sound was as gentle as a spring breeze, gently brushing against the patient's heartstrings.

Zhang Mao saw that these people did not get angry despite his rude words, especially the young man who looked like a fairy, who actually walked straight to the bedside to feel his wife's pulse. Zhang Mao knew in his heart that he was taking his anger out on others.

But he was so anxious at the moment that he had no time to care about anything else. He just clenched his teeth, rubbed the corners of his clothes with his hands, and stared at Yan Nansheng without blinking.

He only hoped that this young man, no, this doctor could really have some ability to save his wife from her illness.

When everyone in the room saw Yan Nansheng feeling the patient's pulse, they all fell silent, not daring to make a sound. They even controlled their breathing carefully, not daring to breathe heavily, for fear of affecting Yan Nansheng's diagnosis.

Yan Nansheng carefully took the patient's pulse, then gently lifted the patient's eyelids to check, and then slowly withdrew his hand.

She frowned slightly, as if thinking about something.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the room was extremely tense. Everyone stared at Yan Nansheng, waiting for her to tell them the results of the diagnosis.

Yan Nansheng took a deep breath, looked around at the expectant and nervous eyes of everyone in the room, and said slowly: "Madam's illness is caused by long-term excessive worry and poor blood circulation. Illness comes like a mountain falling, and it goes away like pulling a thread. It will take time to recover."

Zhang Mao took a step forward eagerly, his voice trembling and pleading: "Doctor, is there any way to cure my wife? As long as she can get better, I am willing to do anything! Even if it means losing everything I have, I will do it!"