The young man's two contrasting personalities made Gu An'an quite uneasy.

She didn't expect Jiang Mingyi to come out.

"I'm fine."

Gu An'an pulled the person home and closed the door behind them.

This action was quite abrupt, leaving Jiang Mingyi completely puzzled.

"What's wrong?"

"It's too bloody outside. You're too young to see this."

This somewhat strange excuse was the perfect way to persuade Jiang Mingyi.

The boy nodded. "Understood."

Gu An'an was afraid that Jiang Mingyi would run into the elusive and mysterious Marquis Xiaoyao when he went out, so she dragged him to test his studies.

Even Jiang Mingzhu felt something was wrong. Her mother usually didn't care about her brother's studies, so why was she asking him so many questions today? The key was that these questions were incoherent and full of errors.

In other words, my brother was patient, correcting each point one by one before answering, as if there were no problems at all.

The boy's calm and collected voice could be heard from time to time in the courtyard, along with the childlike confusion of his youth.

The courtyard just a wall away was not so peaceful.

Tian Bu'er looked at the child's wrist, which had been pierced by an arrow, and used a bottle of medicine powder to stop the bleeding.

However, this has damaged the tendons and bones, especially the tendons in the hand. If they are not reattached, the child's right hand may be ruined.

"Touching the Lord's things only injured one of his hands."

If it weren't for that woman's meddling, this child should have given his life to atone for his sins.

Tian Bu'er looked at the person who spoke, "What a show of power."

The woman in red frowned slightly upon hearing this, but ultimately said nothing more.

Your Excellency has come here with a specific purpose; do not let momentary impulses jeopardize your important plans.

“If your senior brother were here, Hongying would probably be dead by now.”

The sound emanating from the BMW had a slightly languid quality.

Tian Bu'er knew that the person was highly skilled, so it wasn't surprising that he overheard the conversation in the courtyard.

He merely glanced at the woman in red, and silver needles appeared in his hand at some point. He placed them on several acupoints on the child, who had been in so much pain that he was crying, and then slowly fainted.

After staring at the severed tendon for a long time, Tian Bu'er stood up.

Knock on the gate of the neighbor's house.

"You brat, come out here."

Jiang Mingxu wasn't interested in reading, but he excitedly went to open the door when he heard Tian Bu'er's voice. By the time Gu An'an realized what was happening, the gate was already open.

"What's wrong, Old Man Tian?"

Tian Bu'er led the person home, saying, "I'll teach you something fun."

Normally, Jiang Mingxu was too lazy to memorize the names and properties of herbs, but he hated reading and recognizing characters even more.

Gu An'an watched helplessly as Jiang Mingxu was taken away.

The more you try to avoid it, the more you can't escape it.

Perhaps she should try to be more open-minded.

Gu An'an took a deep breath. "I'll go check. Zhu'er, you go and cook some porridge."

Watching the people leave, Jiang Mingzhu asked softly, "Is something wrong with Mother?"

It's not just not quite right, it's very wrong.

Jiang Mingyi wondered if it was related to the BMW outside the door?

But he didn't know what their relationship was.

After a moment's thought, the young man said, "I'll go out and take a look."

He hurried out, only to see the magnificent carriage slowly departing.

The wheels rolled, but the beaded curtain only swayed gently, making a crisp sound.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from inside the carriage and rested on the window.

Her hands were slender and well-proportioned, just as described in poetry: "Hands like soft bark, fingers like scallion roots."

If a single hand is so beautiful, what kind of beauty must the owner of that hand be?

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Jiang Mingyi turned around and went back into the courtyard.

No wonder Gu An'an wouldn't let him go out.

He was afraid that this person would disturb his peace of mind.

The young man took a deep breath, just as he was thinking of helping Jiang Mingzhu start a fire and cook, when he suddenly heard a voice from next door, "I'm still just a child."

Jiang Mingxu thought the old man was simply insane.

He actually wanted to reconnect the tendons in this person's hand.

Please, this isn't my mother's embroidery thread; you can't just use another one if it breaks.

That's a real stunt!

What if I can't connect it myself? Wouldn't that be harming someone else?

That's terrifying.

The little boy didn't find this fun at all.

He wants to go home; home is better, even for studying.

Tian Bu'er grabbed the little boy by the back of his collar. "Where are you running to?"

If he could do it, would he need to arrest this child?

"You're a doctor, saving lives is your job, I'm not doing it."

Jiang Mingxu isn't stupid; he understands the logic behind this, okay?

Seeing Gu An'an come in, the little boy waved his arms, "Mommy, save me, I'm scared."

His voice was affected and pretentious, but his face showed no fear whatsoever.

Gu An'an was both amused and exasperated. "Dr. Tian, ​​Mingxu is still just a child. I'm afraid he's not up to the task."

"Sigh, if I could still heal the sick and save lives, why would I make things difficult for this child?"

Gu An'an was puzzled, but when she saw the hand holding the silver needles was trembling, she realized, "Parkinson's disease?"

No, Parkinson's disease is an old person's disease, and Tian Bu'er isn't that old.

Lost in his grief, Tian Bu'er didn't notice Gu An'an's astonishment. He grabbed his trembling right hand with his left, saying, "I'm not the Tian Bu'er I used to be. Oh well, this child is just unlucky. Let fate decide. It's just that he can't use his right hand. He still has his left hand, right? Maybe he'll just be left with a disability and won't be able to take the imperial examinations in the future."

These words were clearly meant for himself, as if he wanted to persuade Jiang Mingxu.

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