Unexpectedly, he happened to meet this divine doctor by a fluke.
Not only that, according to the contents of the book, He Ziming could be sure that he had obtained the true teachings of this divine doctor.
At that time, although he had been studying gynecology for several years, he still hadn't found a way to cure his mother's illness.
It made He Ziming feel that his mother's illness might be incurable.
But after reading the book given by the divine doctor, he suddenly understood.
It turned out that his mother's illness was not completely incurable...
He Ziming read the divine doctor's book obsessively for almost three days. Other than eating and sleeping, he spent all his time at the inn learning.
Within five days, not only could he recite the contents of the book fluently, he had even thoroughly comprehended many of the methods.
Therefore, in his heart, he already regarded the gynecology divine doctor as his own teacher.
The teacher said that he didn't have long to live. As his student, he had to do his best to carry forward and develop everything the teacher had learned in his life.
Moreover, from his understanding of the gynecology divine doctor, the old man never revealed his true appearance when healing people. Everyone only knew that he always appeared in a gray robe and wore a hat.
Perhaps because the divine doctor didn't take action to save people that day, when communicating with He Ziming, he didn't wear a hat. But the gray robe was real.
When he heard the divine doctor say that he didn't have long to live, he deliberately observed the doctor's complexion. Indeed, there were signs of serious illness.
He estimated that if the doctor wasn't really in dire straits, he wouldn't have given the compiled medical book to a young man he barely knew so generously.
Coincidentally, on the day He Ziming helped the premature delivery woman on the official road, he also wore a hat so no one saw his true appearance.
In order to thoroughly inherit the divine doctor's mantle, He Ziming simply learned his style and helped people without revealing his true identity, just like the teacher did.
Additionally, he did this partly out of self-interest.
His father at home was strict and didn't know about his secret medical practice. So He Ziming did this to avoid exposing his identity and incurring his father's wrath.
He first appeared in this guise and cured his mother's dysmenorrhea, then cured many women's illnesses in the capital.
Gradually, such a rumor spread among the people of the capital: Da Shun had produced another saintly hand of gynecology whose medical skills were comparable to those of the former divine doctor of gynecology...
He Ziming was the saintly hand of gynecology. No matter how temperamental he was in his medical practice, since it was his sister who was in danger, he naturally wouldn't stand idly by.
Of course, Minister Heo was going to interrogate his son carefully, now that his son suddenly had the additional identity of the saintly hand of gynecology.
In order to ensure his sister's safety, He Ziming could only explain his identity clearly to his father.
After listening, Minister Heo felt both angry and gratified at the same time.
He was angry that his son had secretly studied such an incredible medical technique and hid it from him so tightly.
He was gratified that the saintly hand of gynecology turned out to be his own son, which meant his daughter's life could be saved.
Without further ado, as soon as Minister Heo found out his son was the saintly hand of gynecology, he immediately asked Zhang San to take him to the northwest as quickly as possible.
Thinking of his suffering daughter pregnant with twins in the northwest, not knowing if father and daughter would ever meet again in this life, Minister Heo wished he could disregard everything and rush to the northwest with his son.
But his reason kept reminding him that once the Emperor found out he had left for the northwest, he would surely vent his rage on their whole clan.
So Minister Heo had to abandon the idea and stay firmly in the capital.
While he couldn't leave the capital, He Ziming had no such worries.
Some time ago, the attempted rebellion of Ninth Prince had occurred. The suspicious Emperor Shunwu had issued an edict requiring all those related to Ninth Prince's estate to be suspended from their posts pending investigation.
Although He Ziming was forced to become engaged to Princess Yu, he was still on the list of people associated with Ninth Prince's staff.
Until all of Ninth Prince's accomplices had been captured, he had no qualification to resume his post.
Fortunately, the investigators of Ninth Prince's rebellion case knew clearly that he was forced into the engagement with Princess Yu. So although he was on the list, he had absolutely no connection with the case itself.
Therefore, He Ziming was only nominally suspended and his movements were not restricted at all.
With no official post, leaving the capital to travel could be easily explained as sightseeing. No one would have any reason to stop him...
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After listening to Zhang San's explanation, Mo Jiuye was thoroughly convinced that his uncle-in-law was indeed the saintly hand of gynecology.
He felt oddly relieved. His wife was the saintly hand's own younger sister. Judging by the He family's attitude, they all cared deeply about He Zhiran.
Especially the speed Big Uncle-in-law had traveled to the northwest, which must have been much faster than he imagined. It showed Uncle-in-law must have hardly rested on the road.
Seeing He Ziming's dust-covered appearance, Mo Jiuye quickly invited him back home.
At that time, other Mo brothers also came out one after another to see the guest. After hearing he was the saintly hand of gynecology invited by Madam He's people, they were all astonished for a moment.
But the Mo family were not gossipy people. Moreover, they clearly understood that since the saintly hand of gynecology never showed his true appearance when treating patients, they even less wanted to spread the news.
After everyone chatted briefly with He Ziming, they saw him off as he left for home with Mo Jiuye.
Madam He was waiting at the gate, looking into the distance. Seeing a group of people walking over, she asked loudly:
"Jiuye, are those guests coming?"
"Mother, it's me, Ziming." Before Mo Jiuye could respond, He Ziming had already answered his mother.
No matter how unclear it was in the dark, a mother would never mistake her own son's voice.
Madam He was stunned for a moment and walked towards them, saying:
"Ziming, why are you here? Has the saintly hand of gynecology arrived?"
Although she also missed her son, seeing the saintly hand was still more important at the moment.
"Mother, let me see my sister first. We can talk more afterward."
On the way to the courtyard, Mo Jiuye had already given him a general overview of He Zhiran's condition.
He Ziming just wanted to examine his sister's condition as soon as possible, so he could have a better grasp of it in his mind.
Just as Mo Jiuye went out to see the guest, He Zhiran suddenly felt the dragging sensation in her belly getting worse.
Luckily no one else was in the room then. She quickly entered her space dimension to check.
The result made her scratch her head in puzzlement.
Obviously when she had last checked the fetal position ten days ago, everything was fine. Why did it look so different today?
The two babies were still very healthy, but they had now shifted into a head-up position.
With such a situation, a cesarean section was safer no matter if it was one or two babies.
He Zhiran smiled helplessly, gently caressing her round belly, and said tenderly:
"You two little rascals really know how to torture your mother. You have to make your mother go under the knife before consenting to come out, don't you?"
Just as her voice fell, Mo Jiuye had brought He Ziming into the yard.
Anxious to check on his sister, He Ziming asked Mo Jiuye, "Which room is Rana in?"
