Chapter 216: A Small Amount of Ma Fei San

"This is the reward money I received."

"We'll split it half when we meet."

Qing Shan gritted his teeth and reluctantly took ten taels of silver from his money bag, placing it in Chi Nan Yi's hand.

"You're such a big shopkeeper, and you still want even this little silver?"

Chi Nan Yi laughed and said, "What do you know? Gold mountains and silver mountains are saved up; who would complain about having too much silver?"

Chi Nan Yi stepped away, and another person stopped beside Qing Shan, reaching out a hand toward him.

"Y‑you… what are you trying to do again?"

"Split it in half."

Qing Shan: "…"

Chi Nan Yi looked at Ji Bai; normally this child seems a bit expressionless, but he didn't expect such a cute side.

"Split, split, split! Split you, big‑head ghost! If you keep splitting, the young master will become a penniless wretch!" Qing Shan saw his hand hadn't withdrawn, realizing he wasn't Ji Bai's match—couldn't beat him, couldn't run away—so he forced himself to take out two taels of silver from his bag and placed them in his hand: "That's all, I can't give more."

Ji Bai slipped the silver into his bosom and turned to leave.

Qing Shan didn't watch the house, while Ji Bai's lips curled slightly upward.

Chi Nan Yi, wearing a mask on his face, walked into the elegant room where the Jiang Clan was.

"Madam Meng." Chi Nan Yi deliberately lowered his voice, and the Jiang Clan member was momentarily stunned.

Why does this person's figure look so familiar?

In a daze, it seemed as if he saw his former adopted daughter, Nan Yi.

Nan Yi…

Southern First Young Master.

Even the names are so similar.

"You are…"

Chi Nan Yi saw her expression, understood in his heart; the Jiang Clan member was still very familiar with the former owner, after having lived together for over a decade and only being apart for a few months—how could she truly forget the daughter she had raised for so many years?

"Wasn't it Madam Meng who sent the servant upstairs to look for me?"

Chi Nan Yi's voice changed, and the Jiang Clan member only then realized that the person before her was a young master, wondering how he could be connected to Chi Nan Yi.

"So you are the renowned Southern First Young Master." The Jiang Clan member quickly adjusted her expression and smiled, "To be frank, I once had an extremely beloved adopted daughter whose figure resembled yours; for a moment I was stunned."

"Is that so?"

"Indeed! I suppose this is the fate linking the Meng Family and you." Jiang Mama, standing beside the Jiang Clan member, laughed, "Southern First Young Master, to be frank, our madam has come today with something to discuss with you."

"I've heard from those below that Lord Meng previously sent someone over, saying he wanted me to treat the young master and miss of the Meng Family."

"Exactly." The Jiang Clan member nodded, her tone slightly urgent: "Our children at home are gravely injured; the household doctor says only you can save them. Your medical skill is superb, you can protect my two children's lives; please, you must save my children!"

The Jiang Clan member spoke earnestly, her eyes full of hope as she looked at Chi Nan Yi.

"I could intervene to save them, but I have my own rules for treating patients. If I save their lives, what does the Meng Family intend to offer in exchange?"

"Silver, perhaps?"

"Ha, madam, do you think I'm a person lacking silver?"

Qing Shan, standing outside the door, heard her words loud and clear.

"You don't want the Minister's Residence's gold and silver mountains, yet you still covet the young master's ten taels of silver; is your lady a bit too greedy?"

Ji Bai glanced at him but said nothing.

The Jiang Clan member looked at Chi Nan Yi and whispered, "If not gold or silver, what does the young master want?"

"I want the same thing from Madam Meng."

"What thing?"

"I heard the Jiang family has a manor on the outskirts of Jingcheng, nestled by mountains and water, with hundreds of acres of fertile fields beyond it. The scenery is breathtaking; I enjoy beautiful settings. If Madam Jiang is willing to offer that manor as exchange, I could consider treating your children."

The Jiang Clan member frowned tightly upon hearing this.

She indeed knew the manor she mentioned; throughout Jingcheng, such manors are superb. Previously the Jiang family promised that when Meng Qinghe married into the Crown Prince's Residence, the Jiang family would add to the dowry, which included this manor.

Since it was intended for Qing He, using it now to save lives, the Jiang family wouldn't refuse.

The Jiang Clan member nodded, "Alright, I'll have someone bring the deed shortly."

Things progressed smoothly, and Chi Nan Yi was in a good mood.

The manor truly matched Chi Nan Yi's description—scenery was excellent—but most importantly, behind it lay a huge pond, perfect for raising Eastern pearl clams.

In Jingcheng, every inch of land is worth a fortune; it's hard to find such an estate.

Soon, Jiang Mama entered carrying the deed.

The two signed and sealed; the estate now wholly belonged to Chi Nan Yi.

"I wonder when the young master can go to the Minister's Residence for treatment?"

"Today, it can be done."

Returning again to the Minister's Residence, Chi Nan Yi looked at the familiar surroundings, inevitably feeling a hint of things changed while people remained.

Following a maid to a courtyard, before even approaching, they heard Meng Jue's harrowing scream.

"Gentle! Gentle! It hurts!"

"You blind fool!"

"Where's the household doctor? Where are the doctors?"

Meng Jue's near‑roaring voice rang in the ears, and Chi Nan Yi felt a wave of exhilaration.

Mo Junyan was right; dealing with scum like Meng Jue calls for violence meeting violence—better to make him die in pain.

In the adjacent courtyard, a clatter of shattered porcelain rang out.

"Find the Divine Doctor! Bring a Divine Doctor to me! Go quickly!"

"My face! My face!"

Chi Nan Yi raised an eyebrow slightly, and she didn't know what Meng Qinghe's face actually looked like, but since she was using her face against the ground, the scene must have been quite spectacular.

Upon entering Meng Jue's room, he was sitting on the bed, his hands dangling in a strange pose.

"Who are you?" Meng Jue's face turned ashen. Seeing the medicine box she carried, he shouted angrily, "Which scoundrel actually put such a doctor in here! My wounds can only be treated by the Divine Doctor, young master."

The Jiang Clan hurried to his side and said, "This person is a Divine Doctor renowned throughout Jingcheng; do not speak nonsense."

I obtained it by exchanging my finest Zhuangzi; if Meng Jue drives me away in anger, wouldn't my Zhuangzi be wasted?

Chi Nan Yi glanced at his hand and said softly, "What difference does it make whether you keep this hand or not?"

"You…"

Meng Jue was about to lose his temper, but Chi Nan Yi continued, "Treating you isn't impossible; I see your bones are broken and your tendons are torn. To reconnect them, the hand must be cut open, then the broken bones and tendons rejoined. Most importantly, this procedure can only use a small amount of Mafeisan."

When he first heard her say she could cure him, Meng Jue's face still held a hint of joy, but as she spoke further, his smile began to stiffen.

"What does that mean? What is a small amount of Mafeisan?"

"It means that while rejoining the tendons and bones, you remain conscious; I can even tell you exactly which finger I'm suturing."

"Wha…what?"

"And one more thing: a small amount of Mafeisan means you will clearly feel every point of pain."