As soon as Gu Jiangli pushed open the door, the envelope that was tucked in the crack of the door slipped out.

Upon opening the letter and seeing its contents, Gu Jiangli immediately pulled Xie Shiyan outside.

"What happened?" Xie Shiyan was a little confused.

But seeing Gu Jiangli's expression, he knew that the matter was serious.

Gu Jiangli didn't turn around to look at him, and said in a stiff tone, "Doctor Liu took Wen An to Yue Qiao'e's place."

Upon hearing this, Xie Shiyan's expression immediately turned serious.

They all had the same concerns.

Liu Kang didn't know who Yue Qiao'e was, but they did.

Wen An was kidnapped by Yue Qiao'e when he was still an infant.

Yue Qiao'e harbored hatred for everyone in the Xie family, including Xie Wen'an.

Therefore, they never allowed Wen An to see Yue Qiao'e.

Unexpectedly, Doctor Liu took Wen An there on his own today.

The two quickened their pace, not daring to stop for a moment.

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Inside the room.

Wen An sat in a chair and took the pulse of the woman who was unable to move on the bed.

As he felt the pulse in his hand, a look of surprise gradually appeared on his face.

“Master, her pulse is different from that of the other members of the Xie family who have been infected with the plague. It’s strange. She is also infected with the plague, but she is just different from the others.”

Liu Kang nodded behind him, "Yes, you noticed it too."

He felt a little ashamed.

He discovered this subtle difference three months after he entered the Xie family mansion.

Wen An sensed it the first time he took Yue Qiao'e's pulse.

He really is a genius.

Wen An silently withdrew his hand, indicating that the pulse-taking was over.

"Wen An, are you going to prescribe medicine? Should she take a different prescription than the Xie family's?"

Wen An jumped off the chair, looking slightly troubled. He picked up a pen and nodded seriously. "Hmm, she's different from others. I want to change her medication. Hmm… exactly how is she different…?"

Liu Kang watched silently as he saw the boy's slightly stiff pen-holding posture and the childish handwriting he wrote on the paper, feeling deeply moved.

Halfway through writing, Wen An suddenly stopped writing. His eyes lit up, as if a flash of inspiration had struck him.

"Master, I understand! Her pulse is weak and shallow, thready, slow, short, and hesitant, much weaker and more feeble than the others in the Xie family. She's the first one, isn't she?"

Wen An's conclusion left Liu Kang stunned, unable to recover for a long time.

He wanted to affirm Wen An's statement, but after seeing the confident light in his eyes, he couldn't even nod.

A genius like Wen Andang is one in a million, a unique talent in the world.

Wen An didn't need his approval at all; he could write a prescription that was even more effective than Wen An's through his own abilities.

The next moment, Wen An revealed a bright smile and picked up the pen again to write on the paper.

“Master, I know why you brought me here.”

"A considerable number of people in the Xie family have contracted the plague. Each person's symptoms and pulse are slightly different, but in general, they are all the same."

"If we want to cure everyone in the Xie family, we need to prescribe different medications for each of them based on their individual circumstances."

"But if I cure this woman, it means I can cure everyone with this one prescription."

"Because she can be considered the beginning, the root."

Wen An was visibly happy; he even wrote much faster than usual.

He was engrossed in writing down the prescription when he didn't notice the woman behind him staring at him with predatory eyes.

At this moment, the woman who had been silent on the bed spoke.

"Are you Wen An?"

Wen An paused in writing the prescription, turned his head, and looked at her with a puzzled expression. "You know me?"

Yue Qiao'e smiled and nodded, "I even held you when you were little."

"I don't remember."

Yue Qiao'e laughed as if she had heard a joke. "You were so small back then, of course you don't remember. I not only held you, but I also held your mother when she was little."

Wen An jumped off the chair, walked to the bedside, and stared at her with wide eyes.

You can see from her face all the way down to her feet.

He looked her up and down before turning his gaze away.

"If you have ever held your mother, then you must be someone she is close to."

"If it were someone close to her, how could she treat you like this?"

He looked into Yue Qiao'e's eyes and asked sincerely, "Are you in a lot of pain?"

Yue Qiao'e frowned subconsciously. "What do you mean?"

Wen An answered honestly: "You have injuries on both shoulders and your right knee, all of which are external injuries caused by external force, and have not damaged your internal organs."

"With careful treatment, it can be recovered within six months to a year."

"But your injury is an old one, at least two years old. If this injury has been left untreated until now, it will never be cured in your lifetime."

“The General’s Mansion is managed by my father and mother. You live here, but your injuries are slow to heal. This proves that your father and mother do not want you to recover; they just want you to suffer.”

“My mother and father are good people. The fact that they treat you this way can only prove one thing.”

"You are a bad woman."

After saying that, he turned around, ignoring Yue Qiao'e's astonished expression, returned to the table, jumped onto a chair, and continued writing the prescription.

As he wrote, he said to Yue Qiao'e behind him:

“I don’t know why Father and Mother are treating you this way, but I do know that your plague is quite severe.”

"According to the ancient records, you should have died from the plague long ago. But you are still alive, which must be because you have been taking the medicine your master prescribed for you every day."

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