Quick Transmigration: Underdog Turns out to be Untouchable

A group of servants suddenly appeared at the doorway. Initially, Ye Shuangshuang thought they came to cause trouble, but upon closer inspection, there was a person dressed like a steward among them.

The main thing was the fabric of his clothes; it was the kind favored by stewards of the noble families in Nanzhao Prefecture. It wasn’t too expensive or too cheap, making it prestigious to wear.

This steward was very polite. Upon seeing the Ye family’s carriage from afar, he came forward, and his attitude was very respectful: ”May I ask, who is Doctor Ye, the one who runs the medical clinic?”

Looking for her? Ye Shuangshuang jumped off the carriage and quickly walked a few steps: ”That would be me. May I ask why this steward is looking for me?”

”I am the steward of the Zhang Mansion. Our master is ill and wishes to invite Doctor Ye to our residence to treat him.

However, the clinic was closed, and our master’s illness is urgent. That’s why we took the liberty of coming to Doctor Ye’s home. Please do not take offense, but our master is really anxiously awaiting Doctor Ye’s help.”

”There’s no need to be so formal, steward. It’s normal to be anxious when there’s a sick person at home. Please wait a moment while I fetch my medical kit.”

”Of course, I’ll wait outside for Doctor Ye.” The steward said and stood to the side, indicating he would wait at the door.

Ye Shuangshuang quickly sent everyone back, then came out with the medical kit. Her kit contained all the essential things needed for a house call, so there was no need for extra preparations.

The steward had planned everything meticulously. As soon as Ye Shuangshuang stepped out, she was invited onto a carriage. The carriage was spacious, with a small table and various dried fruits and snacks placed on it.

The hospitality was indeed thoughtful, but Ye Shuangshuang didn’t eat anything. She only felt the carriage was moving quickly, though outside it was very quiet.

After about two quarters of an hour, the carriage stopped. Ye Shuangshuang stepped down and saw a large mansion with a grand black lacquered oil door.

Such a large mansion could not be owned by ordinary people. The size of the gate already exceeded what an average family could have. Such grand premises undoubtedly belonged to an official family.

The surname is Zhang, and it’s an official family. As far as Ye Shuangshuang knew, in all of Nanzhao, the only Zhang official family with such grandeur was that of Governor Zhang Jingguo.

The governor was indeed a regional official, holding the power over the entire Nanzhao State, being the top authority in Nanzhao.

Ye Shuangshuang was a bit puzzled; an influential figure like the governor could find any doctor, so why was she, a relatively unknown female doctor known only for deliveries, being summoned?

With confusion in her mind, Ye Shuangshuang followed the steward through a side gate next to the main entrance, walking towards the inner residence, glancing slightly at the scenery around. The mansion’s interior was also luxurious.

The mansion was adorned everywhere with fresh flowers, very beautiful, but the atmosphere was somewhat gloomy. Any passing maids and servants had their heads down, with serious expressions and hurried steps.

Ye Shuangshuang didn’t linger her gaze and soon, following several twists and turns with the steward, arrived at an even more refined courtyard that housed many exotic birds, and the steward led her inside the main house.

After bypassing the screen to enter the bedroom, several people were gathered around the bed. Leading them was an old lady with red and swollen eyes from crying, along with two middle-aged men and women, and several younger boys and girls.

The expressions of everyone in the room looked sorrowful, as if they were all worried about the person on the bed.

Among them, a frail and delicate-looking teenager, around ten years old, would glance at the door while continually watching the bed.

Upon seeing Ye Shuangshuang enter after the steward, the teenager’s eyes immediately brightened, filled with anticipation as he looked at her.

The teenager’s lips moved slightly, as if wanting to say something to Ye Shuangshuang, but a middle-aged woman nearby gave him a harsh glare.

The teenager, feeling intimidated by her glare, said nothing but continued to look at Ye Shuangshuang with hope.

Apart from the teenager, the expressions of others upon seeing Ye Shuangshuang ranged from doubtful to disappointed.

The steward stepped forward, lifted the curtain of the bed, revealing an old man with completely gray hair and beard, looking emaciated.

Upon seeing the old man, Ye Shuangshuang raised an eyebrow. The steward bowed to Ye Shuangshuang: ”Doctor Ye, this is our master. Please, examine him for us.”

Ye Shuangshuang stepped forward, sat on the stool beside the bed. The old man’s condition was poor, being in a state of unconsciousness. At a glance, Ye Shuangshuang could almost diagnose his illness.

After checking his pulse, Ye Shuangshuang confidently told the steward: ”Your master has malaria.”

The steward’s expression showed no surprise: ”That’s right. Please do your best to treat our master, Doctor Ye.”

In Nanzhao, malaria was rampant. Recognizing the symptoms of this disease wasn’t surprising. Any doctor could diagnose it, but being able to cure it was another matter.

Ye Shuangshuang now understood that this household must have somehow learned of her ability to treat malaria, which led them to seek her out.

Though she was noted only for childbirth services, and not for treating diseases, someone still sought her to treat their household’s master, especially for a household like the governor’s.

Ye Shuangshuang opened the medical kit, directly took out a porcelain bottle containing the malaria cure, and extracted a pill. She said to the steward: ”Please, could the steward fetch a bowl of warm water, dissolve this pill in it, and feed it to your master?”

The steward responded immediately, soon returning with a small white porcelain bowl of warm water, dissolving the pill in it, preparing to feed it to the old man on the bed.

At that moment, the middle-aged woman who had previously glared at the teenager wanting to speak up suddenly spoke.

”Wait, Doctor Ye, it’s not that we don’t trust you, but can this medicine truly cure our master’s illness? What if it doesn’t work?”

Ye Shuangshuang frowned. Since entering the room, many inside had shown coldness, with a hint of hostility too.

This sense of hostility was especially evident in this middle-aged woman, whose words now carried a very aggressive tone.

Ye Shuangshuang stood up, slowly tidying her medical kit, her voice very calm as she said: ”Cure? You could search all of Nanzhao to find a doctor who can guarantee a malaria cure.

Your master is already critically ill; any doctor would tell you there’s no saving him, and advise you to prepare for the worst.”