Chapter 58 Healing Comes with Responsibility for Life or Death?

Chapter 58: Treating Him Makes Her Responsible for Life and Death?

Ji Yuntang was accustomed to seeing patients face life and death, and at moments like this, the patient's reaction always weighed on her heart.

Based on the man's condition, she could easily tell that his leg was amputated. His life was temporarily saved, but if not treated, even if he didn't seek death, he likely wouldn't live past three years.

Ji Yuntang pressed her lips together. She didn't know how to comfort people and only wanted to prove herself through action.

"I never joke around with patients. I said I can get you standing, and I mean it. You willing to give it a shot?"

"It's come to this point—no matter the outcome, it can't get worse than this, right?"

Luo Feizhou swirled his teacup and sneered, "Princess Ye, he's already suffering enough. You gotta crack such a lame joke with him?"

"Not to mention if your method's even reliable, you think your little pep talk might give him hope? If you fail, can he handle that blow again?"

With that, Luo Feizhou shifted his tone and slammed his teacup down.

"Everyone here, listen up. If Princess Ye insists on treating this guy today against everyone's advice, then I, the Crown Prince, and our eighth brother won't stop her. But if this patient later offs himself out of despair, then Princess Ye's the murderer and has to take full responsibility!"

At that, many shouted in agreement, while a few defended Ji Yuntang.

Anyone with eyes can see that this man had lost all hope in life and wanted to die. The seed of death was planted in his heart long ago; whether to act on it was merely a matter of his own choice.

Ji Yuntang offered to help out of goodwill, but Prince Qi's words basically pinned the man's life and death on her.

If she could actually cure him, everything'd be fine.

But if she failed and the guy died from despair, wouldn't that make the rescuer the bad guy?

If everyone had to be responsible for someone's life and death, what doctor would dare step up to treat the poor in the future? Isn't this a classic case of making things impossible?

Because of Luo Feizhou's status, neither the doctors nor the commoners present dared to speak up. Only Xie Liuzheng's carefree, unruly voice rang out, not sparing the other party any face.

"Prince Qi, listen to yourself—are those even human words?"

"You organized this medical competition, but you can't even step up and treat anyone. You just sit there sipping tea and making snide remarks. Princess Ye steps up to help, and instead of rewarding her with gold, silver, jewels, or silk, you want her to be responsible for the patient's life or death? She's not the King of Hell—how can a weak woman like her be responsible for someone else's life or death?"

"I believe that whether she can cure this gentleman or not, Princess Ye's courage to step up is admirable. After all, besides her, no one else here seems able to treat this patient's leg, right?"

Xie Liuzheng said what no one else dared to say. With his status as the Duke Rong's heir, even Luo Feizhou had to show him some respect.

Ji Qingfeng inwardly cursed Xie Liuzheng for meddling and stirring up trouble.

Originally, making Ji Yuntang responsible for the man's life and death would've let him pull some tricks to shift the blame onto her.

But now, with Xie Liuzheng stirring things up, Ji Qingfeng felt his plans were ruined.

Ji Qingqing, with red-rimmed eyes, said, "My sister is already married. Why does Heir Xie keep standing up for her and openly challenging Prince Qi? Aren't you afraid of ruining your own reputation?"

She was burning with jealousy, wondering what had gotten into Xie Liuzheng. Today, he had repeatedly sided with Ji Yuntang against them.

Didn't he know that befriending the Marquis Yongning Mansion was far wiser than befriending Ji Yuntang alone?

"Reputation? Do I have such a thing?"

Xie Liuzheng lazily lifted his eyelids and scrutinized her. "If you're wrong, you should yield; if you're right, why back down? I always side with reason, not with kin. I only know that you people ganging up to bully a weak woman is utterly shameless. All of you are figures of some standing—say this out loud, and you'd embarrass your fathers."

Ji Qingqing: "..."

Ji Qingfeng: "..."

Luo Feizhou: "..."

The expressions on the three faces were a colorful spectacle.

But they also knew that Xie Liuzheng had the Duke Rong Mansion behind him, along with a fiercely protective father. If that old rascal learned his precious son was being bullied, he would raise a ruckus even in the Golden Throne Hall.

The three had no choice but to swallow their grievances.

Luo Sinian opened his mouth but ultimately said nothing.

He had a belly full of words but didn't know where to start.

He couldn't understand why his good friend would repeatedly stand up for Ji Yuntang. What was so special about her that the Capital's Top Playboy, Xie Liuzheng, would help her like this?

Could it be that Xie Liuzheng had been bewitched by Ji Yuntang?

Ji Yuntang stood tall in the center of the square, her clear fox-like eyes accurately locking onto a dashing young man in the crowd, dressed in a purple gold-threaded robe with a golden crown and jade belt.

He wore a casual demeanor, his dark brows and eyes deep like an abyss, a mischievous smile hanging on his handsome and noble face, exuding a carefree and unruly air, looking at everyone with a nonchalant attitude.

This was the first time Ji Yuntang had truly looked at Heir Xie. She had to admit, his tongue was sharp enough to leave Ji Qingqing and the others speechless.

If you're wrong, you should yield; if you're right, why back down?

In this era filled with royal relatives, where no one dared to offend others lightly, Xie Liuzheng had repeatedly spoken up for her. Regardless of his motives, Ji Yuntang remembered this kindness.

Her gaze fell on the Man in Black, who had been helped back into his wheelchair by his servant. An old doctor was bandaging the wound on his forehead.

The old doctor's reasoning was simple: since he couldn't treat the man's disabled leg, at least bandaging his forehead wound would count as a big help, right?

He secretly hoped that the Crown Prince would see his righteousness and let him advance to the third round.

The old doctor schemed in his mind, unaware that Ji Yuntang had seen through him.

His bandaging was slow and hesitant, and while applying medicine, his eyes kept darting toward Luo Jingshen on the main seat.

Was he really treating the Man in Black's wound, or was he just trying to curry favor with the three princes above?

Ji Yuntang wasn't in a hurry. She needed to give the man more time to think it through.

"Half a stick of incense is left. Have you made up your mind?"

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