I insist

Chapter 185: Does it have a waist tag?

Song Miqiu's eyes lit up instantly.

When she heard that someone was injured, she rushed over to check on them out of a doctor's conscience. But when she saw that the person was a wealthy woman, Song Miqiu felt as if she could hear money falling from the sky.

If, like the Crown Prince, one were to save someone and receive some reward in return, then one would surely be able to earn good points.

Thinking of this, Song Miqiu was extremely excited.

She raised her hand and called out, "Excuse me, I'm the imperial physician! This woman needs treatment!"

Upon hearing this, the noisy crowd instantly fell silent, and Song Miqiu's raised arm made him stand out conspicuously in the crowd.

They looked at Song Miqiu, their eyes all fixed on her.

Those standing in front of Song Miqiu chose to make way for him after hearing his words.

The latter strode out and stood in front of the woman.

Those who were originally standing near Song Miqiu were even more eager to watch the spectacle.

In their eyes, how could they so easily run into the imperial physicians in the palace, and how could they happen to encounter someone injured and in need of rescue?

They had never been inside the palace and assumed that the imperial physicians lived there, treating the powerful and wealthy people there at all times.

The man who had been chatting with Song Miqiu at the beginning was extremely tall. He had heard Song Miqiu shout to let them pass and felt that he was very familiar with him.

Taking advantage of his position, he peered inside, but the people around him kept crowding him, which made him very impatient, so he bumped into them.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

The person he bumped into was also a man, but he lowered his head by half a head, and when he frowned and looked up, his imposing manner diminished.

The other person looked at the man with displeasure and accused him sharply, "You hit someone and you didn't even apologize. What kind of person are you?"

"Who I am is none of your business! You're short and you're still standing here, I don't even want to talk to you!"

Upon hearing this, the man stood there with an extremely unpleasant expression. He gritted his teeth, squinted at the other person, and looked as if he wanted to punch him at any moment.

But he was facing someone much stronger than himself, so he had to think things through before taking action against him.

Seeing this, the woman next to him patted the man on the shoulder.

"Don't take that person seriously. He's just too confident in himself. He's nothing special." She whispered to the man, her eyes unconsciously rising to look at him.

The other man assumed the woman liked him, crossed his arms, raised an eyebrow, and looked her up and down, saying sarcastically, "If you liked me, you wouldn't need to try so hard to get my attention, would you?"

The woman was speechless for a moment. She didn't know how confident the man was that she could be interested in him.

They clearly came from a poor family.

Her attention returned to Song Miqiu. What currently attracted her most was whether Song Miqiu was really a royal physician and could cure the woman.

Song Miqiu looked quite old, but what puzzled the woman was that she had almost no age spots on the back of her hands, yet her face looked like that of an old person.

The surrounding crowd watched the spectacle, waiting for Song Miqiu to step in and save the person.

Seeing that the other party had not made a move, one of them couldn't help but shout, "Aren't you a royal physician? Why aren't you hurrying up and helping this person with these injuries?"

Song Miqiu ignored the other party and carefully observed the woman's wounds.

Just as she was about to help, the woman suddenly reached out and blocked Song Miqiu's hands, preventing her from getting close.

She looked up and stared intently at Song Miqiu, then asked, "Do you have a waist token?"

Upon hearing this, Song Miqiu became even more certain that the person in front of him was no ordinary individual.

If someone is of ordinary status, they certainly wouldn't ask about the waist tag.

She smiled gently at the woman and took a token from her waist, handing it to her. "This is my waist token. If you're worried, take a look."

The woman readily accepted it, her face slightly pale. Holding the waist token in both hands, her slender fingers traced the words on it: "Song Miqiu..."

She whispered the words on the waist tag, and Song Miqiu responded with a smile.

"Is this your name?" the woman asked with a light laugh. Seeing Song Miqiu's smiling eyes, she believed him.

She let out a heavy sigh and returned Song Miqiu's waist token to him. Trusting Song Miqiu, she asked him to check her wounds and couldn't help but complain, "Take a look at my leg. Just now, some clueless person riding in a carriage couldn't have been so careful and ended up getting grazed by it."

The woman dared not trust the roadside doctor so easily. If the doctor treated her and caused her more problems, who would she complain to?

Besides, the other party might try to swindle her. Although a few taels of silver wasn't much to her, she would still feel uncomfortable.

"Are your legs hurting?" Song Miqiu asked, curiously turning her gaze to the woman's legs.

Those around Song Miqiu, seeing that he hadn't made any move, couldn't help but murmur among themselves.

"Is this person really an imperial physician? I feel like he's just another roadside charlatan. If we let him delay like this, and it delays the woman's treatment, won't that person be in big trouble?"

"I think so too, but the old woman who claimed to be the imperial physician just now seemed to show something to the woman, and that's why the woman believed her."

At this point, the man looked up at them and said repeatedly, "Oh dear, you don't know, this woman has always refused to let anyone see her, saying she's afraid something might go wrong."

"But doctors are rarely seen here. They usually stay on another street where there are many medicinal herbs available, making it convenient for them to administer the herbs needed for treatment."

"So this woman only has a maidservant by her side to stay here. The others are either going to find a doctor or going back to their husbands' homes to call for help."

One of them frowned, recalling the scene he had just witnessed, and couldn't help but interrupt their conversation, "But the old woman really does seem to be that imperial physician."

“When I was standing here just now, I could clearly see what the old woman gave this woman.” The man paused, pondered for a moment, “If I’m not mistaken, what she gave her was the imperial physician’s waist token.”

Upon hearing this, everyone suddenly realized why the woman had asked Song Miqiu for treatment without hesitation after seeing the waist tag; it turned out they had truly encountered a real imperial physician.

Song Miqiu could only hear the whispers and discussions of the onlookers, but she didn't care about their doubts.

When she was in the Imperial Hospital, there were far more people questioning her than there are onlookers now, so she had long since stopped paying attention to them.