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Hearing that there was silver to be had, everyone felt a stir of interest. In prison, they had to work hard to curry favor with the guards; otherwise, if a guard took a disliking to them, they would soon find themselves in a world of trouble.
Yan thought for a moment, as if an idea had struck her. "Since you have silver, this matter can be handled much more easily. Do you know the Jail Warden?"
Ye Xiaohan nodded; he was the one who had deliberately made Ye Xiaohan wear ill-fitting shoes before.
"The Jail Warden has a chronic ailment in his arm that he has been unable to cure for several years. You might as well take some silver and find a good doctor. If you can cure him, he will certainly not make things difficult for you and will allow your family to visit."
"It’s just about how you convince him that your family will definitely find him a renowned physician." Yan had spent a long time in prison and knew more secrets than others.
For someone else, this would indeed be a challenge, but for Ye Xiaohan, it was like water being offered to someone parched.
What was she best at? Medicine!
Ye Xiaohan noted down this crucial information. When the Jail Warden came to inspect, she called out to him, "Sir, please wait a moment; I have something to discuss with you."
Since Liu Yuan hadn’t come and no one was supervising, the Jail Warden relaxed his watch over Ye Xiaohan. Aside from occasionally looking for trouble, he mostly stayed away from the cells and remained in the guards' resting area.
He hadn’t expected Ye Xiaohan to take the initiative to speak with him. He stopped and asked, "What is it? If it’s about visiting hours, there’s no need; someone just visited you recently. It’s impossible for another visit so soon—just wait patiently."
This person was a prisoner under strict supervision as instructed by the county magistrate, and the Jail Warden didn’t want any trouble that could bring him unwanted consequences.
Ye Xiaohan quickly replied, "It’s not about visiting hours. How could I bring up something that would trouble you? That would be too inconsiderate! I noticed your complexion seems unwell; I happen to know a bit about medicine and would like to offer my humble assistance. Please don’t blame me for being presumptuous."
"Oh? You know medicine?" The Jail Warden finally looked at Ye Xiaohan properly. "You can tell I have a chronic ailment just by looking at my face? If you're trying to play tricks on me, you'd better watch out!"
As he spoke, the whip in the Jail Warden's hand cracked through the air with a sharp sound that echoed ominously in the dark cell, making it feel even more desolate and chilling.
Especially since there were several prisoners who had never been whipped before; upon hearing that sound, they felt a pang in their bones and instinctively shrank back.
Ye Xiaohan wasn’t afraid; she had never been whipped herself. However, when under someone else's roof, one must be cautious—avoiding disaster whenever possible was essential.
Calm on the inside, she still put on an act of being frightened on the outside and shrank back slightly. "Sir, how could I dare to jest with you? It's just that some ailments are tricky; going to see a proper doctor often ends up being futile. Sometimes it's those barefoot doctors who manage to treat them well—this happens quite often, doesn’t it?"
The principle of desperate measures is well known to all. Ye Xiaohan took advantage of the Jail Warden's long-standing ailment, one that had baffled countless doctors. Such a patient would undoubtedly feel anxious, and this anxiety often leads them to grasp at any chance of a cure, regardless of whether it is appropriate.
Ye Xiaohan understood these patients' minds perfectly. At this moment, she said, "Rest assured, I once met an old doctor with a white beard who gave me a secret recipe that is highly effective. While it may not cure every ailment, it works wonders for many conditions, especially chronic and difficult ones."
Ye Xiaohan spoke with such conviction that she almost convinced herself. The advertisements on the telephone poles were not for nothing; reading broadens the mind, and ancient wisdom does not deceive.
The Jail Warden listened to Ye Xiaohan with growing interest. His chronic condition had persisted for several years without resolution, causing him considerable trouble. If this woman truly possessed a remedy capable of treating difficult ailments, he might just get lucky.
"Alright, then give it a try," the Jail Warden said as he opened the cell door and led Ye Xiaohan into the guard room, placing his hand on the table.
Ye Xiaohan replied, "I hope you won't take offense." She began her examination carefully and soon felt confident about her assessment.
"Sir, do you often feel numbness in your arm, unable to exert any strength? When it goes numb, you can't use it at all. Even when it's not severe, do you find your arm feels particularly heavy?" Ye Xiaohan asked.
The Jail Warden's eyes widened in surprise as he looked at Ye Xiaohan with newfound respect. "How did you know? That's exactly right! None of the previous doctors could pinpoint it so accurately."
Ye Xiaohan smiled and said, "Doctors each have their specialties; perhaps those others simply weren't skilled in this particular condition. Don't worry; this isn't a serious illness. With my treatment and your proper care afterward, there shouldn't be any issues."
"If what you say is true, that would be wonderful. I've been suffering from this for years without any resolution," the Jail Warden replied, glancing at Ye Xiaohan. "You don't need to call me 'Sir.' My surname is Ma; I'm the third child in my family, so everyone calls me Ma San. You can call me that too."
Seeing the Jail Warden's attitude shift significantly, Ye Xiaohan realized her opportunity had arrived. If she could successfully treat him, he would surely feel indebted to her and grant her request to allow her family to visit.
Determined to seize this chance quickly, Ye Xiaohan approached the task with utmost seriousness. From her initial examination, she was fairly certain that Ma San was suffering from cervical nerve compression causing his arm numbness.
The reason previous doctors had failed to treat him was likely because they were misled by Ma San's own description of his symptoms. He appeared healthy and showed no signs of illness; if he insisted that only his arm was problematic, it would be difficult for any doctor to diagnose correctly.
To confirm her judgment, Ye Xiaohan asked, "Ma San, aside from the numbness in your arm, do you have any other symptoms? How did the previous doctors diagnose your condition?"
Having witnessed Ye Xiaohan's abilities firsthand and now holding her in high regard, Ma San answered her questions candidly: "No other symptoms; everything else is fine. I can eat and sleep well—it's just my arm that sometimes goes numb. I've seen many doctors about this and even traveled to neighboring towns several times; they all said it was due to overexertion. Ridiculous! I know whether I'm overworked or not!"
Ye Xiaohan chuckled lightly and said, "That's quite common. With my medicine now in use, I guarantee you'll be cured!"
"Doctor, I’ll be counting on you!" Ma San said, waiting for Ye Xiaohan's response.
Ye Xiaohan prescribed some anti-inflammatory medications and a few seemingly harmless pills. The medicine was merely a facade to convince Ma San and others that she truly had a secret formula.
In reality, the actual treatment involved acupuncture and massage.
Ma San had a robust constitution, which was why, despite being ill for so many years, his condition was not too severe. With acupuncture, combined with massage and traction, along with a moderate amount of anti-inflammatory medication, his condition could be quickly managed.
After the first session of acupuncture, Ma San was pleasantly surprised to find that his arm felt significantly lighter. He moved his arm back and forth several times before he was convinced that it had indeed improved.
"Doctor, you truly are a miraculous healer! My arm feels so much better; I feel light as a feather!" Ma San praised Ye Xiaohan's medical skills, feeling more confident about his recovery.
Ye Xiaohan smiled and said, "This is just the first session. If you keep it up for a few more times, you'll recover quickly."
By the second session of acupuncture, Ma San's arm was already like that of an ordinary person. Ye Xiaohan advised him on daily care since this type of ailment largely depended on regular maintenance.
Looking at Ye Xiaohan, Ma San remarked, "Miraculous healer, I know you’re going through all this trouble just so your family can visit you in prison. It's not that I'm unsympathetic; it's just that it's quite difficult."
Seeing that Ma San had laid it all out, Ye Xiaohan didn’t hide her thoughts either; in fact, she had never concealed them: "Sir, I understand your difficulties. It’s just that I was suddenly thrown in here, and outside there’s a mess. I have no idea how things are going."
She thought for a moment and continued, "How about this? I'm not insisting on seeing my husband; I only wish to see my nephew. He’s just a child and poses no threat. I just want to have a few words with him."
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