Chapter 332 The Miraculous Medicine That Brings the Dead Back to Life

Recently, rumors have been circulating in the city that someone has concocted a magical drug that can bring people back to life!

Hearing that this medicine has miraculous effects, its price is naturally exorbitant.

Even so, it still attracted countless people who flocked to it and rushed to buy it.

The news swept through Kyoto like a whirlwind, and people were discussing it endlessly during their leisure time.

On the streets and alleys, whether they were ordinary people or high-ranking officials, everyone was filled with curiosity and longing for this legendary medicine.

Some say that this divine medicine was bestowed by immortals and contains boundless spiritual power, capable of bringing the dead back to life.

Some people say that this was developed by a legendary doctor who devoted his life to it and that it can cure all incurable diseases in the world.

"My lord, I really don't have any such pills here," Meng Zhelan explained helplessly again.

Lately, many people have been coming to Ren'an Hall every day to ask if they have any medicine that can bring the dead back to life.

She had never heard of any of these things, let alone had any.

"Dr. Meng, you are the most famous doctor in our capital, how could you not have one?" A richly dressed woman asked impatiently, not believing it.

Faced with the woman's plea, Meng Zhelan smiled bitterly and said, "Madam, if I had that legendary medicine, how could I be stingy with it? But please understand, life and death are predestined, and the magic of bringing the dead back to life has long surpassed the abilities of mortals."

Upon hearing this, a flicker of disappointment crossed the woman's eyes, but she still clung to a sliver of hope: "Dr. Meng, I know your medical skills are superb, but please believe me, that miraculous medicine is not just a rumor. My husband's illness is severe; without this medicine, I'm afraid..."

At this point, the woman's eyes were already brimming with tears.

A wave of sympathy washed over Meng Zhelan, but she could only tell the truth: "Madam, I feel deep sympathy, but please believe me, if I had the ability, I would do everything in my power to help. However, that miraculous medicine that can restore life does not exist in this world."

Although she possessed superb medical skills, she was ultimately not a celestial being capable of defying fate.

After hearing this, the woman left silently, filled with disappointment and sorrow.

"Master, how many people have come asking about the elixir now? I don't know where this rumor came from," Doctor Liu said, shaking his head helplessly.

Meng Zhelan sighed and said, "When people are in despair, they will always look for a glimmer of hope, no matter how faint that hope may be, they are willing to try. However, most of the rumors in this world are just baseless rumors or projections of people's desires."

Doctor Liu nodded and said, "What you say is absolutely right. However, these patients who seek medical treatment often leave disappointed, which inevitably makes their hearts even heavier."

"What's wrong?" Li Xi's voice suddenly came from outside the door. She walked in with a smile, carrying a bag of freshly made pastries.

As the door opened, a fresh aroma wafted out, and the bag clearly contained freshly baked pastries, still steaming hot.

"Xiaoxi, you've come at the right time." Meng Zhelan invited her to sit down and briefly explained what had just happened.

Li Xi listened quietly, the smile on her face gradually fading, replaced by a look of seriousness.

After Meng Zhelan finished speaking, Li Xi remained silent for a moment, then asked softly, "Do you know who those people who came to ask about medicine are?"

Doctor Liu nodded and said in a heavy tone, "General Li, these people have come to Ren'an Hall for medical treatment before. They are all patients suffering from terminal illnesses and for whom medicine has failed. We have done our best, but we are really powerless to help them."

Meng Zhelan was also very depressed. She frowned and muttered to herself, "As a doctor, seeing patients I can't help is really painful..."

Li Xi knew all too well what that kind of pain felt like.

In her past life, she watched her mother suffer through chemotherapy, only to pass away in her arms.

At that moment, she felt like her whole world had collapsed.

She gently patted Meng Zhelan's shoulder and comforted her, "Lan'er, people cannot defeat fate, but we can do our best. Everything in the world has its cycles, and only by doing our best can we live a life without regrets."

“You’re right…” Meng Zhelan let out a soft breath, seemingly relaxing a little.

Just then, Li Xi seemed to suddenly remember something important and hurriedly asked Doctor Liu for the list of those who had come to ask for medicine.

After receiving the list, he left in a hurry.

Shortly after the noblewoman left Ren'an Hall, a figure quietly followed her.

After exchanging a few words with the man, the lady disappeared into the crowd with him.

A few days later, a middle-aged man who was not familiar with the place came to Ren'an Hall.

This man was tall and upright, wearing a dark blue robe of exquisite material and well-tailored, which perfectly outlined his slender figure.

He wore a jade pendant inlaid with gemstones at his waist, which shimmered with dazzling light as he moved, making him appear exceptionally noble.

However, at this moment, his face showed some anxiety and unease.

"Indeed, may I ask what brings you here?" The waiter in the hall came out to greet him, and seeing that the man was dressed in extraordinary clothes, he became even more respectful.

"I'm here to see someone." The middle-aged man took a deep breath, trying to appear calm. "I heard that Doctor Meng is here."

“That’s right, the owner happens to be in the shop today.” The waiter nodded, but he was a little puzzled. This man didn’t look like a patient.

"That's great." A hint of joy appeared on the middle-aged man's face.

He then followed the waiter inside.

Just then, Meng Zhelan finished what she was doing. Seeing someone come in, she looked up and asked with a smile, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Upon seeing Meng Zhelan, the middle-aged man's eyes flashed with excitement. "Dr. Meng, I've heard that you have a miraculous medicine that can bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded. I've traveled a great distance to seek this medicine, and I can afford any price."

Meng Zhelan was slightly taken aback, then smiled and shook her head.

"You misunderstand. Our shop does have many precious medicinal herbs, but we don't have any miraculous medicine that can bring the dead back to life or heal bones. That's just an exaggerated claim circulating in the market."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man's joy vanished instantly.

"Dr. Meng, please help me. My wife is seriously ill and bedridden. We have consulted countless famous doctors, but none of them have been able to help her. I heard that you have superb medical skills, so I came all the way from afar, hoping for a glimmer of hope."

Seeing this, Meng Zhelan was somewhat moved. "I understand how you feel. But we really don't have such a miracle cure here. However, if you'd like, I can go with you to your home to see your wife's condition and perhaps we can find some treatment methods."

The middle-aged man said nothing and left in disappointment.

When he reached the door, he could no longer suppress his grief and despair and burst into loud sobs.

The cries were so plaintive that they drew the attention of passersby, who looked on with surprise.