I insist

Chapter 71: The Test

About ten minutes later, she suddenly remembered that she did not know medicine, and sat up abruptly to look at Yu Huailin, who was already lying on the bed.

"I don't know medicine."

"I expected this, so you don't need to worry too much."

Hearing this, Song Miqiu became even more nervous and even wanted to exchange some useful items from the system.

Unfortunately, seeing the exorbitant prices, he gave up and drew back the curtains to look at Yu Huailin, who was already sitting outside.

Their eyes met, and he eventually asked for help to walk to the window first and tap on it in a certain rhythm.

In an instant, a dark figure rushed into the room, causing Song Miqiu to frown and grab the candlestick beside her.

Fortunately, the person wasn't stupid; he stood obediently by the moonlit window, not daring to make any move.

Knowing that Yu Huailin was sitting at the table, he followed closely behind.

"master."

"Tell her the simplest medical technique."

The dark figure paused for a moment before finally raising its head.

Even though she couldn't see the other person's face, Song Miqiu felt for some reason that their eyes were filled with confusion.

Could it be that this person also didn't know about Yu Huailin's plan?

Was this a spur-of-the-moment decision? But how was it possible to administer the poison beforehand?

Song Miqiu was full of doubts, but she still carefully walked to Yu Huailin's side and whispered the reason to the black-clad man who knew medicine.

The man was visibly taken aback, and then tried to say something more, but in the end it all turned into a sigh.

"The most important skills in medicine are observation, listening, questioning, and palpation, but that person is of noble status and would definitely not allow just anyone to get close."

He took out a roll of red rope and placed it in Song Miqiu's palm, then picked up one end and tied it to his wrist.

"Stretch it straight, then keep rolling the other end until you feel a tremor and then stop."

Following the man's movements, she soon felt the rope pulsating.

Song Miqiu roughly guessed what was going on, but didn't show too much surprise. Instead, he pretended to be deep and hesitated for two seconds before letting out a sigh.

What are the symptoms of poisoning? Can you describe the obvious symptoms to me?

“Symptoms…” The man looked at Yu Huailin, and only after seeing that the other party agreed did he state the most obvious characteristics, “vomiting, weakness, and most importantly, inability to speak.”

After silently working on it a few times, Song Miqiu untied the red rope and rubbed it in her hands until she confirmed that the thing was somewhat fuzzy and looked unusually worn before stopping.

The men's expressions changed noticeably when they saw her actions, but they quickly suppressed their emotions.

"By the way, I don't think anyone would believe me if I said I would. Will there be any tests?"

"You don't need to worry about that, I've already arranged it."

That same phrase again.

Song Miqiu ignored the other party and instead looked even more intently at the subordinate who dared not move.

"It's always good to have more skills. I'd appreciate it if you could teach me another trick."

"Medical skills are not acquired overnight. Even if I tell you today, you may not be able to master them."

However, upon seeing Song Miqiu's appearance, he sighed and still reached out his hand to teach her the most basic knowledge in a low voice.

Just as that person said, she hadn't learned anything, but she had become increasingly adept at fooling people, and now she could leave Ms. Tian completely bewildered.

"When will Mother learn medicine? Then the children will never have to worry about catching a cold again."

"Even a clever housewife can't cook without rice. Do you see any valuable herbs on Mother's person?"

Upon hearing this, the smile that had finally appeared on Tian's face vanished again, replaced by a helpless look as she hugged the child.

Seeing her like this, Song Miqiu couldn't help but frown.

But just as she was about to say something to comfort them, Yu Huailin, who had gone out to gather information, silently sat back down next to the two of them.

"How's it going outside? Any success at all?"

"Why would they take in a group of refugees like us?"

Song Miqiu nodded knowingly, then took out the little money he had left and sighed again.

When Tian and Qiu Tianlei saw the few copper coins that could be counted on one hand, they couldn't help but sigh.

"Try taking us out again, otherwise we'll be kicked out of the city in a few days."

“I’ll go ask around too. Maybe I can get some laundry or other jobs. It won’t be much, but it can help supplement my income.”

Hearing this, Song Miqiu nodded and watched as the two of them quickly walked out of the restaurant with the child.

Having finally managed to get everyone away, she then turned her gaze to Yu Huailin, who had remained silent the whole time.

"All ready. Just take this and head over."

"But it can't be too abrupt. Take me to the notice board first."

Knowing that this wouldn't be too conspicuous, Yu Huailin didn't refuse and nodded as he walked toward the nearest notice board.

Over there, a large group of people were loudly discussing the hefty reward offered.

Song Miqiu looked left and right, like a countrywoman with no knowledge, who came to the notice as if she were just joining in the fun.

But because those people were all tall and strong, she didn't try to squeeze in. Instead, she just stood there listening to everyone's discussion.

"This city lord's mansion is anything but peaceful. Last night, a large group of guards went door to door looking for the assassin, and now someone has been poisoned and is seeking medical help."

"Seeking medical help? What kind of poison is it?"

Upon hearing the old peasant woman's question, the crowd chuckled and made way for her to see the notice for herself.

But they seemed to have forgotten that it was impossible for a peasant woman to be literate.

Fortunately, Song Miqiu could read. After reading the entire contents, he reached out and uncovered it directly.

"What are you doing?! Don't you know that if you do this and it doesn't heal, you'll lose your head?"

"How do you know I can't be cured? If I could be cured, I could live a life of comfort and security."

Song Miqiu slightly raised her chin, stepped out of the crowd, and was about to head towards the city lord's mansion when she was surrounded by another group of people.

"What are you doing? Don't stop me from healing the city lord."

"You, looking like that, can actually cure diseases?"

Upon hearing the man's doubt, Song Miqiu reached out without hesitation, pinched the man's pulse, frowned slightly, and stuffed a pill she had prepared beforehand into his mouth.

"His complexion is sallow, his lips and teeth are dry, and his pulse is erratic. It's clear that he's been worrying too much. He should recover after taking the medicine and resting for two days."

"Impossible. Yesterday, that doctor said I was going to die soon."

Song Miqiu ignored his exclamation and held the torn-down notice up to another person.

"I'm just being condescending. Please come this way."

Hearing this humble attitude, Song Miqiu nodded, then walked straight into the city lord's mansion with her head held high.

However, instead of entering, they led the person to another room where a person was lying too weak to stand.

"If you can cure him, we will take you to meet our distinguished guests."

"So you still don't believe me."