The patient had recovered significantly. She was fully awake, the heavy wheezing gone, and the chest tightness vanished. She sat up on her own. She wanted to thank Zhu Yanyi, but she was busy mixing medicine, so she stayed quiet. She took the potion and drank it all in one go. She did not hesitate or doubt. The smell alone had revived her, so she knew this medicine was rare.
As soon as he finished, he stood up and walked back and forth. "It’s better. My breathing is easy now."
It was a miracle. Everyone saw it. Most people pinched themselves. The pain proved it was not a dream.
The patient looked at Zhu Yanyi with deep gratitude. "Little Divine Doctor, you are amazing. I had asthma for twenty years. No one could cure it. You fixed it."
Zhu Yanyi smiled gently. She showed no pride. "Meeting you is fate. Since I helped, I must do my best. My master would scold me if I left you suffering. She said if I treat someone, I must relieve their pain. Otherwise, I am a useless doctor. I do not want to be useless. So I tried my best. But I only cured seventy percent. You must take care of yourself. Here is a prescription. Buy the herbs at a pharmacy after you get off. Boil two bowls of water down to half. Take one dose a day, split into two meals. Do this for a month, and you will be fully healed." She wrote the prescription immediately.
"Who is your master?" the patient asked, curious. she assumed her teacher was also a famous doctor.
Zhu Yanyi smiled, a hint of pride in her eyes. "My master’s surname is Hua. Her name is Tianyao."
"So you are Master Yao’s disciple. No wonder you are so skilled." Master Yao was the most famous traditional Chinese doctor in the country. He was an honorary dean at the Capital Hospital and a senior professor. Rumor said he treated several high-ranking leaders. His personal doctors were often his students or disciples. His reputation was immense.
Zhu Yanyi had not wanted to reveal this. But she had to use Master Yao’s name. The medicine she used was diluted Medicine Spring water. It was her first time using it. She had already diluted it in the small porcelain bottle, then diluted it again for drinking. The effect was still strong. Possessing such treasure could bring danger. She wanted to help, but did not want to be targeted. Using her master’s name would stop those with greedy thoughts.
Her defense worked well. When people smelled the Medicine Spring, some felt greedy. They wondered what the medicine was. If it could cure all diseases, it meant perfect health. If Zhu Yanyi had no backing, they might have plotted against her. But hearing she was Master Yao’s disciple, their bad intentions faded.