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The Song family was in complete chaos.

When Renbao arrived, the sound of weeping was deafening. More than a dozen doctors came out of the mansion, and when they saw Scholar Song return, they all lowered their heads and dared not look him in the eye.

Scholar Song had placed all his hopes on Renbao and hadn't paid much attention to them.

He didn't ask any questions and hurried past.

The doctors were somewhat surprised, exchanging bewildered glances before looking at the child he was leading with utmost respect.

"Could she be the doctor that Lord Song recently hired?"

"He looks only three years old, can he really know medicine?"

"How about we go take a look?"

The doctors, however, were no longer in a hurry to leave and all turned around.

Song Xueshi's wife, née Lü, was rushing out with their child in her arms.

Seeing him return, her knees buckled: "My lord, Junyan is no longer breathing."

Lady Lü broke down in tears, her expression one of utter despair.

Scholar Song froze, collapsing to the ground, his hands trembling as he checked the breath of the seven-year-old child in her arms.

Buzz! His mind went completely blank.

I'm late.

It's really out of breath.

"My son." Scholar Song trembled violently and choked out a sob.

Renbao stepped forward and carefully examined Song Junyan's face: "Uncle Song, don't cry. Let's take off his clothes first."

The doctors' expressions changed when they saw Song Junyan's face, and they were all somewhat bewildered when they heard Renbao's words.

Why take off his clothes when he's already dead? To change him into his burial clothes? Isn't that just stabbing Scholar Song in the heart?

"Little one, which family's doctor are you? He's already dead, so don't get involved."

A doctor with white hair at his temples gently advised.

Renbao said crisply, "He's not dead!"

Her words startled everyone, who looked up and turned to look at her.

Scholar Song was incredulous, yet a glimmer of hope shone in his eyes: "Does the Little Celestial Master mean that my son can still be saved?"

Renbao nodded: "Yes, take off his clothes first and put them on the couch."

Lu looked at her blankly, tears streaming down her face, and held the child in her arms tightly.

Seeing that she didn't move, Scholar Song quickly said, "Give me the child first."

"My words of the emperor are gone," Lady Lü murmured, as if she hadn't heard.

Scholar Song was anxious and reached out to hug him.

Lady Lü dodged his hand and took a few steps back.

"Give it to me now, or I'll really die! She's a little celestial master, her medical skills are so superb that even Imperial Physician Liang wants to become her apprentice!" Scholar Song was getting anxious, and his tone rose.

A glimmer of light appeared in Madam Lü's eyes, and she staggered slightly before quickly doing as instructed.

Little Celestial Master! Divine Healer!

The doctors' pupils constricted sharply. Of course, they had heard of Renbao's medical skills; the most skilled folk doctor in the capital, Doctor Duan, was also her apprentice.

They actually questioned her at the beginning.

"Little Celestial Master, what exactly is wrong with Young Master Song?" the old doctor asked respectfully.

Renbao said, "It's not an illness; he was poisoned."

These words were spoken.

Scholar Song was filled with rage, his eyes flashing with fury. He forcibly suppressed it, knowing that now was not the time to pursue the matter; he had to save Song Junyan's life first.

After Song Junyan took off his clothes.

Renbao rubbed his fingertips together, and Samadhi Fire appeared. A single spark touched his clothes, and they were immediately burned and turned to ashes.

"Give me a glass of water," Renbao said, looking at Scholar Song.

The maidservant immediately handed it over.

Everyone watched as Renbao took out a talisman, put it in the water, and it dissolved.

Renbao said in a childish voice, clapping his hands, "Give it to him, he'll wake up in fifteen minutes."

Everyone looked on with suspicion. That's it?

The maid looked at Scholar Song, and seeing him nod, she then gave Song Junyan the medicine.

Scholar Song's hands trembled as he checked Song Junyan's breathing.

Everyone watched his movements nervously.

Especially Lady Lü, she would have fainted long ago if it weren't for her maid supporting her.

A faint breath sprayed onto Scholar Song's fingers.

I'm really angry!

Scholar Song wept with joy, then knelt before Renbao, his voice trembling with emotion: "Thank you so much, Little Celestial Master! My son has truly come back to life!"

Lady Lü touched Song Junyan's face in disbelief, her eyes filled with wild joy. His face, which had been icy cold just moments before, was now warm.

"Thank you very much, Little Celestial Master." Madam Lü knelt down, deeply grateful.

The doctors couldn't resist stepping forward to feel Song Junyan's pulse; it was steady and strong—he was alive!

They looked at each other, their eyes filled with disbelief.

It was clearly a fatal pulse just now.

They all looked at Renbao without prior arrangement.

He truly lives up to his reputation as the legendary little miracle doctor!

"Little Celestial Master, do you still accept apprentices?"

"Little Celestial Master, do you think my aptitude is alright?"

At first, when they questioned Renbao, all the doctors were convinced and tried to get close to them.

Renbao shook his head: "I don't take on apprentices anymore."

"Please don't disturb the young celestial master, everyone please return." Scholar Song spoke, then looked at the steward, "Settle the doctors' accounts at two taels each."

The doctors all waved their hands, unable to resist Scholar Song's firm resolve.

They left with the silver, feeling that the trip had been worthwhile and that they had broadened their horizons!

"The poison the little celestial master mentioned, is it the poison on my son's clothes?" As soon as the others left, Scholar Song asked impatiently.

He suspected everyone in the household, but couldn't figure it out.

Who exactly wants to harm his offspring?

Renbao nodded: "His clothes were sewn with someone's blood essence. Wearing these clothes allows the other party to poison him from a distance."

In the capital city, at Ruyi Embroidery Workshop.

Behind the screen sat a figure embroidering, sitting upright.

Suddenly, the figure bent over and vomited a stream of blood onto the embroidery, staining it red.

"Madam Luo, someone else has come to buy your embroidery. They're asking for one hundred taels of silver. Your embroidery skills are about to become famous in the capital."

Zhang Wenxiu, the owner of Ruyi Embroidery Workshop, entered the room with a smile. But when he looked over the screen and saw Luo Niangzi vomiting blood, he turned pale with shock.

"Madam Luo, what's wrong with you?"

She is the star embroiderer of Ruyi Embroidery Workshop. If she gets sick and can't embroider, she will lose a lot of business.

Zhang Wenxiu called out, "Quickly, fetch a doctor!"

"Master, no need." Madam Luo struggled to sit up straight, staring blankly at the embroidery stained red, a sinister glint flashing in her eyes.

Her vital essence was burned.

Even a single drop of her essence and blood would severely damage her mental state.

Who was it that could tell her embroidery was made from her own blood and essence?

Lady Luo had a bad feeling.

Seeing her serious expression, Zhang Wenxiu felt a sudden unease and advised, "Madam Luo, why don't you rest today?"

Madam Luo nodded weakly and said, "Master, I would like to come back in five days."

Five days!

Zhang Wenxiu felt that it was taking too long, but since Luo Niangzi's embroidery skills were excellent, she didn't want to offend her.

"Okay." She laughed heartily and reached out to put away the embroidery in front of Lady Luo.

Madam Luo suddenly pressed down on the embroidery, her eyes flashing with a fierce look: "I'll do it myself."

Zhang Wenxiu felt uneasy under her gaze and withdrew her hand: "Alright."

"Master, people from the Dali Temple have arrived!" a maidservant rushed into the room, shouting, "Please go out and see!"

Zhang Wenxiu's mind was buzzing. People from the Dali Temple were here? She hadn't done anything wrong!

She hurried out, not noticing that Lady Luo's expression had become somewhat flustered.