Haunted?

Even if it's a ghost story, it should be haunting the tyrant, this murderous demon, not bullying a newcomer, a little miracle doctor. Does the ghost realm also practice the strong bullying the weak? Judging from this, the tyrant's aura must be at least eight feet tall; no wonder he's called an emperor.

It can't compare, and it can't outdo the flirtatiousness.

Borrowing a dog was not difficult. Shen Jiao called the dog over on the spot. Because it had a new caregiver with a better standard of living, the dog's diet had improved recently. Its sparse and mottled fur had gradually become smooth and fluffy, and it had become chubby and much cuter.

But this was just her owner's perspective, which made Liang Heng feel very conflicted. Saying the dog was good-looking seemed a bit against his conscience, and saying the dog was ugly seemed a bit heartless.

After much thought, Liang Heng, who only knew how to sweet-talk all the younger girls in the world, could only compromise by saying, "Haha, if the dog isn't ugly, it should be quite good-looking."

Hearing your words is like hearing a lecture.

Shen Jiao's mouth has been moving faster than her brain lately. "...If Young Master Liang were mute, he would probably seem quite intelligent."

Liang Heng: "..."

Shen Jiao: "..." How about we set a small goal first, like speaking only three sentences a day?

Such topics are always particularly awkward, and they suspect that continuing them might hinder the establishment of their friendship. So, without prior arrangement, one of them pretended not to hear, and the other pretended not to say anything, showing perfect understanding and creating a harmonious atmosphere.

To express his gratitude to Shen Jiao for warding off evil spirits with the dog, Liang Heng offered to take her pulse, which was like a physical examination. This would not only help prevent colds but also allow him to understand her current physical condition.

Shen Jiao was eager to know if she showed any signs of melting, so she immediately agreed, rolled up her sleeves to reveal her fair and delicate wrists, mainly to confirm whether that tyrant was bluffing her.

Liang Heng possesses superb medical skills, comes from an extraordinary background, and is handsome and talented. He is very popular in Da Yan and is especially loved by female clients.

The appointments with Liang Heng for pulse diagnosis by the noble ladies of the capital city are already booked until June of next year. They either ask him why the pimples on his chin haven't healed after half an hour, or if he has any special secret recipes to turn the apples on his chest into pineapples.

Even worse, some couples were plain-looking and worried that their offspring wouldn't be good-looking enough to find a partner. They asked Doctor Liang if he could lend a hand, offering to lend them a seed for a fee, so that their child could recognize him as their stepfather in the future. Liang Heng was so frightened that he turned pale and fled in panic, heading straight for Langya Pass without even packing his luggage.

Although Liang Heng spoke frivolously, he was very particular about taking pulses. He didn't forget to take out a handkerchief and place it on Shen Jiao's wrist. In less than a moment, his eyes showed seriousness.

Every unintentional expression of the doctor can deliver a fatal blow to the patient and trigger endless fantasies. Shen Jiao was at a loss, afraid to even break out in a sweat, and nervously said, "Young Master Liang, please speak frankly?"

What you're doing makes me want to carve a monument for myself on the spot.

But the little miracle doctor kept frowning, sighing, and hesitating to speak, unable to utter a single word. Her heart sank to the bottom. It was all over. The doctor shook his head. It was like mixing cephalosporin with alcohol. She was probably not far from melting into liquid.

Shen Jiao was filled with despair.

Liang Heng withdrew his hand, patted her shoulder twice, smiled like an angel, and spoke in an exceptionally gentle tone, "While there's still time, eat whatever you want, Sister Chen... sigh, I have something to do, I'll go first."

Shen Jiao: "???" Sigh? Why are you sighing? Don't you dare sigh!

Take back that last paragraph right now, I don't want to hear it!

...

When Liang Heng said he had something to do, he really did. He went to Wang Fu to ask him, and after running around half the house, he finally met Ji Yan at the entrance of the dungeon, where Ji Yan had just finished dealing with someone.

The tyrant, with his flowing black hair and tall stature, stood before the lush trumpet creeper tree, exuding both allure and solitude. Seemingly finding the blooming flowers an eyesore, he slapped the tree to the ground, causing a shower of petals to fall.

Then, he probably felt that the bare tree without flowers and leaves was particularly ugly, so he uprooted it and threw it over the garden wall in one go.

After ruining the trumpet creeper, Ji Yan finally turned her gaze slowly to Liang Heng. Her eyes were drooping at the corners, and her gaze was sinister and deep, as if she was considering whether it would be better to throw him to accompany the tree or to crush him into mud to accompany the pile of flowers.

Liang Heng: "!!!"

This time, the timing doesn't seem right either.

He immediately stepped back three meters, maintaining double the safe distance, and said nervously, "Your Majesty, please calm down. I have something extremely important to report. My sister Shen... has been poisoned!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Ji Yan appeared in front of him in a flash, her face grim. "That little lousy pill you concocted is really poisonous? Liang Heng, do you want to die?!"

"A capital 'wrong' is stamped on my forehead, Your Majesty."

Liang Heng covered his dragon-beard hairstyle, which had been disheveled by the tyrant's internal force. Facing the murderous god who was so close at hand, he decided that he would raise a carrier pigeon in the future and send letters by pigeon, so that they could never meet again.

He explained, “My pills are the result of a hair growth essence developed over 49 days. Even the bald guy next door who used them said they were great. Unborn children are scrambling to buy them. I can guarantee with my beautiful head that even though arsenic is poisonous, these pills can’t possibly be poisonous… Ah.”

A blur of motion traced a perfect arc as he once again delivered a tyrannical kick, precisely filling the tree pit he had just created. Liang Heng felt wronged; he had only brought two sets of clothes with him to Langya Pass in his haste to escape, and the ones he had washed that afternoon were still wet.

Ji Yan slowly approached, "Get to the point."

Liang Heng didn't want to be kicked anymore, so he simply stayed in the pit and kept talking: "The main point is that Sister Shen is poisoned by partridge poison. I estimate that she was poisoned since she was a child. Over time, the toxins accumulated to a certain level, and her body couldn't take it anymore, so it will show up. For example, she will lose her hair, or be unusually afraid of cold and heat, sleep more deeply than ordinary people, have memory loss, etc. These are all signs of the poison taking effect. If she is not detoxified in time, she will get what she wants... no, I mean, she will unwillingly walk to the end of her life."

Ji Yan frowned: "Amnesia?" So, the frizzy hamster wasn't pretending not to recognize him? Nor was it a superb acting skill? It simply forgot?

How dare Shen Jiao forget what she had done? This answer greatly displeased him.

Liang Heng didn't know how he had displeased this great Buddha, but he was used to the tyrant's quick change of expression, so he quickly said, "However, Your Majesty, there is something else very strange. I have seen this kind of poison once before. The patient died at the age of seven or eight. According to medical history, those who are poisoned usually do not live past the age of fifteen. Sister Shen looks like she has reached the age of fifteen, right? I must say, she is quite resilient."

Not only did she gain the tyrant's favor, but she also outwitted and outmaneuvered the poisonous partridge. A truly awesome and colorful display of skill is a must for Sister Shen!

Ji Yan was somewhat irritated. He lowered his eyes and asked, "Are you finished?"

"If that's all I have to say, then that's all I have to say. Good Your Majesty, please get me out of here quickly, I need to hurry up and do some laundry... Ah."

With a mournful cry, another beautiful arc swept across the courtyard wall.

The cleaning maid in the neighboring yard, who had just finished her nap, groggily looked up and exclaimed, "Holy crap! Something darted around like that! A ghost!"