Strongly Spoiled by the Villainous Tyrant After Climbing into the Dragon’s Bed - Chapter 20

Zhan Yueqing felt that he was indeed a conservative person.

He hadn’t expected the system to pull up the recording of his “breakup sex” with Tan Huai, which left him exceptionally infuriated.

997: 【What are you getting anxious about? It’s fine. Last night, I only managed to pull up that one frame; I couldn’t even see the people clearly.】

But one frame was enough to overturn its entire impression of Zhan Yueqing.

“If you do that again, I’ll die,” Zhan Yueqing thought with a mix of shame and indignation, though his face remained expressionless. “I mean what I say. Also, from the hour of Hai (9 PM) to the hour of Chen (7 AM), you are not allowed to monitor me.”

997: 【I can understand your desire for privacy, but in that case, if you encounter danger during that period, I won’t be able to help you. Nine in the evening to seven in the morning is a bit too early; how about we change it to midnight to seven AM?】

Zhan Yueqing thought for a moment and pushed his luck: “Can’t you just come out only when I call you?”

997: 【You really are acting spoiled because of my favor.】

Zhan Yueqing raised an eyebrow. “So, you agree?”

997 went silent. The next moment, Zhan Yueqing felt a new button appear in the system task section of his mind. Beneath the button was a line of small text:

[Red light: Present. Green light: Offline.]

At this moment, it was green.

Zhan Yueqing tried pressing the button. The light turned red, and 997’s voice appeared: 【What are you doing now…】

The light turned green, and 997’s voice cut off abruptly.

The light turned red again, and 997’s voice reappeared: 【Don’t go breaking it…】

Zhan Yueqing understood instantly, his eyes lighting up. “Thank you, Lord System! Sorry for the trouble!”

“Jun Yueqing! Get in here!” Ji Honghu’s voice suddenly rang out. “Come to the inner hall.”

Not long after Zhan Yueqing entered, he was arranged by Shi Rendong to put on a cloth mask and undergo the third trial.

Standing before him was a thin, small middle-aged man with high cheekbones and a square face. His complexion was terrifyingly pale, and his exposed arms were covered in spots of varying sizes.

To Zhan Yueqing’s left, a few examiners were gathered, whispering amongst themselves.

“Can he really tell what disease this is? This is a bit beyond the scope of an entrance exam.”

“Indeed, at his age, this thing is very difficult to distinguish…”

“The Head of the Academy likely has his own considerations.”

Zhan Yueqing lowered his gaze, his brow furrowing. After checking the pulse, he suddenly asked, “The onset was about half a month ago? And most of the people in your household have been infected?”

The square-faced man nodded. “That’s right. It started roughly after the beginning of winter.”

Zhan Yueqing fell silent for a moment and looked at Shi Rendong.

He hadn’t expected Shi Rendong to give him such a high difficulty level right from the start.

This disease was known as “Copper Coin Ringworm” (Tinea). He had seen others treat it, but he had never handled it himself and wasn’t certain about the prognosis.

Shi Rendong saw his hesitation. “Write a prescription for me to see first.”

Zhan Yueqing thought for a while and picked up the pen. But just as he began to write, Shi Rendong hit his arm with his walking stick.

The old man was huffing, “persuading others with virtue”: “It looks like ghost scribbles! Write slower, write well!”

He refused to believe he couldn’t fix this habit of “ghost-scribble” handwriting!

That stick really hurt. Zhan Yueqing sucked in a breath of cold air, his eyes reddening as he struggled to write slowly.

His handwriting had been ugly since he was a child; if he wanted to write well, he had to go very slowly.

Shi Rendong snorted coldly. Noticing the boy’s reddened eyes, he sighed in his heart: At a glance, he’s a kid who can’t endure hardship. Who knows how he’ll marry a wife in the future.

Though it was only a few words, it took Zhan Yueqing fifteen minutes to finish. Shi Rendong’s tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

Zhan Yueqing wrote two prescriptions: one for an external wash and one for internal consumption.

“Three times a day. Those in the family who are infected should eat separately, live separately, and ideally not go out.” He looked up at Shi Rendong, his manner humble and polite. “Sir, is this correct?”

Shi Rendong’s expression softened slightly, but his tone remained stiff: “Not bad.”

Zhan Yueqing blinked. What did “not bad” mean? Was he admitted?

“There are nineteen more people. Go examine them all and write out the prescriptions for me to see,” Shi Rendong said calmly.

Zhan Yueqing was startled. He looked up and indeed saw Ji Moyu, with a dark face, leading dozens of people into the room.

These people were dressed in coarse linen and appeared to be poor commoners. Some had sallow skin, some had festering wounds, and some had sores in their mouths.

In the field of medicine, Zhan Yueqing would rise to the challenge and did not fear any test. Ordinary people would more or less feel disgusted by such scenes, but he showed no displeasure. Instead, he rose with poise to diagnose them.

Shi Rendong believed in a “healer’s benevolent heart.” Seeing this, his expression improved even further, and he took the opportunity to glare at Ji Moyu.

Ji Moyu was born into nobility and loathed dirty or bloody matters; he also had a germophobic streak.

The head of the Ji family served as a third-rank Transmission Commissioner in the imperial court. Having fathered a son late in life, he doted on the boy excessively, never letting him see blood or filth in his daily life.

Although Ji Moyu was refined, his mouth was like it was dipped in poison. He asked with a tone that could provoke someone to death: “Master, is your eye twitching?”

He wasn’t like Honghu, who would tolerate the old man’s temperament.

Shi Rendong swung his staff to strike. “I think you’re the one twitching! Why does a perfectly good lad have to be so obsessed with cleanliness?!”

Ji Moyu gave a cry and dodged outside.

While there was noise on that side, Zhan Yueqing remained fully concentrated.

He spoke gently and with a kind countenance during the consultations, his eyes focused intently on the patients’ expressions.

Zhan Yueqing’s eyes were exceptionally beautiful. When half-closed, they held a touch of compassion, making those he looked at feel inexplicably pitied.

But when he raised his eyes and gazed at someone with full concentration, it was as if he were speaking silent, romantic words to them.

【Ding! Trust value +1!】 The system suddenly reported a count. 【This patient trusts you very much.】

Zhan Yueqing was surprised and looked at the person in front of him.

The youth looked very thin and small, with a pale face, yet his ears were red.

He hadn’t even prescribed medicine yet, and the boy already trusted him?

“Your legs are shaking,” Zhan Yueqing observed with a frown. He reached out and squeezed the youth’s hand. “Do you have no strength?”

The youth nodded, his voice trembling as he spoke: “I wasn’t like this before. Then, I don’t know from which day it started, it just became like this. I don’t know why.”

Zhan Yueqing observed him for a long time. Recalling something, his expression actually became somewhat stiff. “Is there anyone else in your family with these symptoms?”

The youth suddenly burst into tears. “My mother was like this too, but she has already passed away.”

Zhan Yueqing exhaled softly. “Acupuncture might improve it. I will ask the Head of the Academy later. As for the prescription… I won’t write one for now. Even if I did, the effect would be negligible.”

The youth nodded dazedly.

“Not finished yet?” Shi Rendong’s voice came from a distance.

The youth was the last one. Zhan Yueqing stood up and began to write out the prescriptions for everyone from memory. However, his brushstrokes were clearly much messier, looking like “ghost scribbles” again.

When Shi Rendong took the prescriptions and saw the handwriting: “…”

In all his years of practicing medicine, he had never seen such ugly characters.

However, ignoring the ugly handwriting, the prescriptions were all tailored to the illnesses, without a single mistake.

Only the entry for the youth named ‘A-Luo’ was a blank prescription.

Shi Rendong remembered A-Luo’s condition. He paused. “Jun Yueqing, for this kid, you couldn’t tell?”

Zhan Yueqing had been standing quietly aside after handing over the papers. Hearing this, he looked up as if waking from a dream. “…Correct.”

“Fine—come over. I’ll teach you what this is then.” Shi Rendong walked to A-Luo’s side and beckoned to Zhan Yueqing.

Zhan Yueqing’s steps faltered for a moment, but he went over anyway.

“This is ‘Wei Bi’ syndrome (flaccid paralysis syndrome),” Shi Rendong said, raising his calloused hands to press A-Luo’s limbs and pull open his eyelids.

It was rare for the Head of the Academy to give a lecture, so many people gathered around.

“Wei Bi syndrome; the Imperial Academy of Medicine calls this ‘Gu Wei’ (Bone Wilting),” Shi Rendong said. “In the early stages, it is just a pale complexion and weakness in the limbs. Later, one becomes unable to stand steadily, the muscles atrophy, and eventually, one cannot walk on their own… Jun Yueqing? Why are you hanging your head? Come here.”

Zhan Yueqing was frowning.

997: 【Why aren’t you going over? You touched so many dirty people just now, and now that there’s a clean one, you don’t want to touch him?】

Zhan Yueqing’s vision went dark for a moment. Enduring the discomfort in his heart, he went over.

“…I am here.”

Satisfied, Shi Rendong continued, “In a case like this boy’s, the Imperial Academy can use acupuncture to help alleviate the symptoms—”

“Alleviate?” a student asked in confusion. “Lord Head, can it not be radically cured?”

“It cannot,” Zhan Yueqing murmured to himself.

Shi Rendong didn’t notice his abnormality and cast an appreciative look his way. “Correct. It cannot be radically cured. For someone like him, it should be a trouble brought from the womb. Are there others in your family like this?”

A-Luo said tearfully, “My mother was also like this… Later, she couldn’t take it anymore and committed suicide.”

A trace of pity appeared on Shi Rendong’s face. He sighed. “I will do my best to send someone to alleviate your condition.”

The examinees were all surprised to see Shi Rendong’s reaction, not expecting him to have such a completely different attitude toward patients versus students.

Shi Rendong didn’t explain further but gave a look to another examiner.

The examiner understood immediately. Clearing his throat, he took out the admission token, wrote Jun Yueqing’s name on it, and then said: “Congratulations, you have passed the entrance examination. Remember to come to the Apricot Forest Academy for class on time tomorrow.”