Chapter 25

While Hu Xiaotian was urgently treating the old man's injuries, the rain grew heavier, and his clothes were completely soaked by the cold rain. However, Hu Xiaotian was completely unaware of it, fully focused on the treatment.

Xu Zhengying and the group of servants initially thought that Hu Xiaotian was just acting on a whim and meddling in other people's affairs. But when they saw Hu Xiaotian's focused expression and determined gaze, they had a strange feeling, as if Hu Xiaotian, enveloped in the wind and rain, was surrounded by a golden halo, a symbol of human kindness.

Xu Zhengying held the oil-paper umbrella, nine parts flattering and one part moved, to shield Hu Xiaotian. Seeing Hu Xiaotian's skilled bandaging, he couldn't help but feel curious. This guy looked like a professional; could he really be a doctor? But thinking about it, it seemed unlikely. Wasn't he a fool who knew nothing six months ago, only just recovering his sanity and consciousness? How could he have learned to recite poetry and compose couplets in just half a year? And where did he learn such a serious bone-setting technique? The more Xu Zhengying thought, the more confused he became. Was this kid a genius or a fool?

Hu Xiaotian fixed the old man's fractured left leg and suddenly realized that the feeling of wanting to save someone from the bottom of his heart had been long forgotten. In the moment he saw the old man trapped, he even forgot his current identity, with only one thought in his mind: to save the person. After he finished the emergency treatment, he remembered that he was supposed to be a wicked and arrogant young master. This sudden display of kindness and concern shouldn't belong to him. Although he tried hard to break away from his past life and the influence of his previous life, some things came from the heart, like when he jumped into Cuizhun Lake to save Tang Qingxuan without hesitation. The respect for life had long been integrated into his blood.

The old man looked at Hu Xiaotian with gratitude and said, "Thank you, young master..."

Hu Xiaotian smiled; the patient's gratitude was the best gift for him. He stood up, and in the eyes of the servants, the image of this rogue had never been so tall. However, they didn't think the young master had suddenly become a benevolent person. Remembering that he had been mentally disabled for sixteen years, they guessed that his brain must have malfunctioned again, making him act like a good person. He must be seriously ill!

At this moment, a carriage arrived at the scene. Xu Zhengying had sent his men to the nearby Yiyuan Hall to invite a doctor. Yiyuan Hall was one of the three major medical halls in Kangdu, with many famous doctors. The three major medical halls in Kangdu were Xuantian Hall, Qingniu Hall, and Yiyuan Hall. Among them, Xuantian Hall had the greatest influence, producing numerous medical geniuses over the past fifty years. However, Xuantian Hall had a high threshold, only treating high-ranking officials and nobles. In comparison, Qingniu Hall and Yiyuan Hall were more accessible, with many clinics in the capital. There was even a branch of Yiyuan Hall in the nearby Yangliu Camp.

Upon receiving the summons from the Minister of Revenue, Yiyuan Hall naturally did not dare to be negligent. Even the second-in-charge of Yiyuan Hall, Yuan Shiqing, personally rushed over. When they arrived at the scene, they found that the old man had already been rescued from under the carriage and given proper treatment.

Yuan Shiqing first greeted Xu Zhengying, then went to the old man's side and felt his pulse to determine if it was stable.

Hu Xiaotian said, "The injury is in the left femur, with no other internal or external injuries. The fracture is not completely broken and has not shifted. I have already done a simple fixation."

Yuan Shiqing looked at the old man's left leg and could tell from the treatment and the splinting that this was definitely the work of a professional. He nodded and instructed the two disciples who came with him to lift the injured old man onto the carriage, preparing to take him to Yiyuan Hall for further treatment.

Yuan Shiqing bowed to Hu Xiaotian and asked, "May I ask for your name, young master?"

Hu Xiaotian smiled and said, "Hu Xiaotian!"

Yuan Shiqing racked his brains but could not think of a doctor named Hu Xiaotian in the capital. There were only a few famous medical halls in Kangdu, and the outstanding young doctors were even fewer. Yuan Shiqing asked again, "Which medical hall does Hu Xiaotian usually practice at? Who is your teacher?"

Hu Xiaotian smiled and said, "I am not a doctor!" He told Yuan Shiqing, "Please take good care of the old man. Don't worry about the medical fees; just come to my house for the payment." He then signaled to Liang Dazhuang and the servants, and in their company, he got into his carriage. Before leaving, he waved to Xu Zhengying as a farewell, leaving the cleanup to Xu Zhengying.

Xu Zhengying, who had been drenched by the rain, secretly blamed Hu Xiaotian for meddling in other people's affairs. It was just an old man he didn't know; why did he have to meddle? But since he had already gotten involved, he had to see it through. This was why Xu Zhengying had invited the people from Yiyuan Hall.

Yuan Shiqing came to Xu Zhengying's side and said respectfully, "Rest assured, Minister Xu, we will take good care of the old man." His words clearly indicated that he was doing Xu Zhengying a favor.

Xu Zhengying said, "Regarding the medical fees..."

Yuan Shiqing smiled and said, "Rest assured, Minister Xu, your matter is Yiyuan Hall's matter." His words implied that he would not charge a penny. Xu Zhengying, a powerful financial official, was someone they usually tried to curry favor with, and this was a rare opportunity, so they wouldn't ask for money.

Xu Zhengying thought to himself, "You know your place." As he was about to leave, Yuan Shiqing said, "Minister Xu, who was that Hu Xiaotian? He seems to have some expertise in bone injuries." An expert could tell from the first move, and Yuan Shiqing could tell from Hu Xiaotian's treatment that this young man was definitely a medical professional.

Xu Zhengying frowned, truly puzzled. In his past understanding, Hu Xiaotian was just a spoiled and ignorant young master. But today, at Yan Shui Pavilion, Hu Xiaotian's wisdom and knowledge had made him look at him with new eyes, even to the point of being amazed. However, Hu Xiaotian's behavior was still hard to fathom. At Yan Shui Pavilion, he brutally beat the Qiu brothers, acting unreasonably and bullying people. Xu Zhengying thought he was too overbearing. But in the next moment, he became a benevolent and skilled doctor, willing to save a stranger in the rain. If someone didn't know, they might think the old man was a relative. This kid's complex and changeable personality was truly hard to grasp, and even his own father probably didn't know what he was like.

Xu Zhengying smiled bitterly and said, "He is the son of the Minister of Revenue, Hu Da. What does he know about medicine?"

Yuan Shiqing looked at Xu Zhengying in disbelief, his mouth agape. He shook his head and said, "How is that possible?" Yuan Shiqing couldn't believe that Hu Xiaotian didn't know medicine. A person who didn't know medicine couldn't have handled the emergency treatment of a fracture so accurately. It was too unbelievable.

Good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels a thousand miles. Hu Xiaotian had just returned to the Minister's residence when he saw Hu An leading a group of people rushing out of the house. It turned out that the news of his fight at Yan Shui Pavilion had already spread, and Hu An was afraid he would be at a disadvantage, so he had gathered over ten servants to go to Yan Shui Pavilion to help.

Seeing Hu Xiaotian return safely, Hu An finally felt relieved and saw no need to go to Yan Shui Pavilion to help.

Hu Xiaotian returned to his room, took a hot bath, and changed his clothes. He then saw a maid bring in a bowl of freshly brewed ginger soup, with Hu An following behind.

Hu An smiled and said, "Young master, drink some ginger soup. You've been in the rain, don't catch a cold."

Hu Xiaotian nodded, picked up the ginger soup, and drank it. He looked up at the maid and noticed that she was plain-looking. He found a very strange phenomenon: in the Minister's residence, there were dozens of maids and servants, but none of them left a deep impression on him. They were all below average in appearance. This seemed unusual. In the past, when he read novels and watched TV dramas, the large households always had a plethora of beautiful women. But in the Hu family, the maids' overall appearance was too poor. He didn't expect them to be as beautiful as Qiuxiang, but at least they should have some pretty maids like Xiren or Qingwen. But then he thought, he wasn't a love-struck Second Master Bao, so he couldn't be too demanding of the maids.

Even though the maid was only glanced at by Hu Xiaotian, her heart was racing. She had been serving the young master for half a year, and he had never even looked at her. Today, he actually looked at her several times. Could it be that her appearance finally moved him? In large households, few maids were content with their roles. Everyone dreamed of rising to the top, from a maid to a mistress. To achieve this, they needed the favor of the master. Not the old master, but the young master. The maid was smart and promptly gave a shy response, her eyes flashing with what she thought was a seductive look.

Seeing the maid's affected behavior, Hu Xiaotian couldn't help but laugh, and the maid blushed.

Hu An said to the maid, "Xiangning, you're not needed here anymore!"

The maid responded with a "Hmm," reluctantly leaving. Before leaving, she secretly threw a flirtatious glance at Hu Xiaotian, seizing the opportunity. The little maid had a bit of wisdom, but unfortunately, Hu Xiaotian had no reaction to her flirtatious glance.

After the maid left, Hu Xiaotian said, "Manager Hu, have I offended you?"

Hu An, who had some understanding of the young master's temper, quickly stepped forward, bowing even lower. "Young master, what are you talking about?"

Hu Xiaotian said, "Why are the servants around me so unattractive? I don't ask for beauty, but at least they should be pleasant to look at. Look at the quality of these maids. Is it my aesthetic sense that's wrong, or yours?"