Chapter 89 Truth or Falsehood Don't worry, I will save his life.

“Madam Zhou, don’t rush, you can speak slowly, I’ll go with you right away.”

Jiang Yu smiled slightly. His light green clothes made him look elegant and scholarly, just like the lush green bamboo growing vigorously in spring.

"Young Master Jiang, it's a good thing you're here. If I had to run all the way to Shen Wuke to look for you, I don't know how long it would have taken!" Zhou Qingnu was panting heavily. She didn't stop, just kept walking forward, hoping that Jiang Yu would go to rescue the person as soon as possible.

“Just now, a villager at Qingyun Ladder, for some reason, cut a very deep gash on his leg, and blood was gushing out and wouldn’t stop. Later, he was taken to Doctor Wang, who used hemostatic medicine, but unexpectedly it didn’t work. Instead, a lot of green pus came out.”

Jiang Yu learned about the man's situation from what she said and nodded, "I'll go take a look."

“Young Master Jiang, you… Wang Liang is a man who likes to hold grudges. If he says anything, please don’t take it to heart.”

Zhou Qingnu couldn't help but think of her childhood best friend. Back when she was alive, there was someone who could keep Wang Liang in check. Now that the whole family was gone, Wang Liang's vindictive and petty nature was even more evident.

Actually, there used to be a famous doctor in Qingyun Ladder named Wang Liang, but his reputation was overshadowed by his bad temper, and he became less famous, and his business became much quieter.

Jiang Yu's brows furrowed with a strange expression. His eyes were dark, yet a hint of coldness could be seen within them. Zhou Qingnu was only focused on walking forward and did not pay attention to what Jiang Yu looked like.

Only when they arrived at the Wang family's gate did she whisper a few more words of advice, "Young Master Jiang, you are a magnanimous person, please don't take this to heart. If there is anything, let me speak. I am a master at cursing people, and so is Sister Zhao next to me."

Jiang Yu chuckled, said nothing, and simply stepped inside. The man's head met his feet, a clump of sticky black hair lay on the ground, large beads of sweat dripped down, and the man's face was deathly pale, not even a trace of red on his lips.

"Young Master Jiang—"

Someone shouted, and the pharmacy immediately erupted in noise, as if injected with new life and vitality. Zhou Qingnu cautiously observed Wang Liang's expression, but to her surprise, he remained completely calm, seemingly unaffected by Jiang Yu's arrival.

That's really strange.

Could it be that she's changed her personality?

"Young Master Jiang has arrived?"

Wang Liang's voice suddenly rose, and a large crowd had already gathered outside, all staring wide-eyed at the inside.

"It's Young Master Jiang!"

"Young Master Jiang, what brings you here? What's going on inside? Why are you all gathered here?"

"You don't know yet, do you? Old Wu's child at the east end of the village has been bleeding from his leg for some reason. It can't be cured no matter what we do. I guess even Doctor Wang can't cure him, so we called Young Master Jiang over."

"Young Master Jiang was able to save Xiaoying before, so this injury is definitely nothing to worry about. Everyone, please don't worry."

"Uncle Wu, where are Aunt Wu and the others? Why haven't they arrived yet?"

"Hurry, hurry, make way, Uncle Wu, hurry up!" A man pushed aside several people and forced his way through the crowd, "Hurry, make way, make way."

"My poor son..."

The elderly man tugged at Jiang Yu's sleeve, pleading, "Young Master Jiang, please save him! Please, please save him! He's our only child, really, he's our only child!"

The man's face grew increasingly pale, even turning bluish-black, and his body grew colder and colder, his hair standing on end, like a block of ice.

Jiang Yu pried his hand away, bent down to touch the man's wound, and the green pus emitted a strong, fishy stench that made people want to back away even from a distance.

Wang Liang stared at Jiang Yu for a while, then a slight smile appeared on his lips. "Young Master Jiang's medical skills are superb. Brother Wu, rest assured, if I can't cure him, Young Master Jiang certainly can."

Uncle Wu's face was solemn, with two lines of tears mixed with his wrinkled face. His longing for his son made him unmoved by Wang Liang's obviously provocative words.

"Young Master Jiang, can you treat him? We can't keep them waiting. He's been injured for quite a while now. If we wait any longer, it will affect the best time for treatment. Wouldn't that be bad?"

Jiang Yu didn't say anything, but with a gentle flick of his wrist, a bright white light flashed in front of everyone, creating a barrier between them and the man on the ground.

Wang Liang glanced at him, then slowly looked away, his gaze inadvertently falling on the man twitching on the ground. He remembered this man very clearly; a few days ago, when Xiao Ying was saved by Jiang Yu and returned from Shen Wu Ke, this was the man who was shouting the loudest.

His voice was like a hoarse, stinking crow, truly an earache. His strong, agile legs were equally impressive; he ran so fast, as if afraid of losing sight of Jiang Yu by even a second's delay.

Why are you running so fast?

If you could have walked slowly but insisted on doing this, then... it's only natural that your leg would be broken or ruined!

"Young Master Jiang, why don't you take him away? I still need to see patients. Nobody wants to stay here taking up space without earning any money!"

Wang Liang's tone was strange, his eyes were murky and cloudy, like water mixed with sand, carrying a chilling meaning, "If someone keeps coming to my pharmacy and doesn't survive, what if they blame me?"

“Wang Liang, how can you be so heartless? Back then, when you were beaten for saving someone, your wife cried her heart out and begged everyone to help you. Everyone wanted to stay away from you, but only the Wu family boy rushed to help you and carried you back from that mountain. The journey was so difficult, but he didn’t say a word.”

Aunt Zhao was really angry. Hearing Wang Liang's words, she wanted to pick up a stick and beat him up. "Wang Liang, you weren't like this before. When you were begging the villagers around me for help, you were all wagging your tail and begging for our help. Now, you've become so cold and heartless. You've really fed your conscience to the dogs."

"Since my wife owed me a debt from back then, let her repay it. What are you doing here trying to reason with me?"

Wang Liang showed no remorse, speaking eloquently and spittle flying everywhere, "Aunt Zhao, instead of showing off your face here, why don't you go to Shen Wuke's door and kowtow a few times to show your obedience and respect for them? That way, when you're on the verge of death someday, you can ask someone to save you."

"You—you are simply unreasonable."

Zhao Da Niang was so angry at his words that she sat down on the ground, unable to straighten up. "Wang Liang, what happened to you?"

"It's none of your business how I am." Wang Liang glared at him and slammed the door shut. "Young Master Jiang, you'd better take everyone away as soon as possible, lest you dirty my place and I have to clean it up again."

“Aunt Zhao, let’s not talk about it now. Doctor Wang has his reasons. He has done his best to treat many of our fellow villagers. If we have any minor aches or pains in the future, we’ll still have to go to him, right? It’s not good to offend him.”

Zhou Qingnu had known about Wang Liang long before he got married. Later, when his whole family died one after another, and only Wang Liang survived and turned the clinic into his own pharmacy, she began to suspect him.

However, since there was no evidence, she couldn't say anything. Wang Liang was a man with many thoughts, but he didn't show it back then because of his father-in-law and mother-in-law. Even after they died, his reputation still spread widely among them, so Wang Liang could only continue to pretend to be harmless and a highly skilled doctor.

This hat had always been on his head, making Wang Liang constantly mindful of his image and afraid to break ties with the villagers. But now things were different. Jiang Yu's appearance made him feel fear towards someone for the first time.

He was afraid of Jiang Yu's eyes, which seemed to see through everything. On the surface, Jiang Yu was smiling at them, but Wang Liang always felt that the smile never reached his eyes; it was cold and aloof.

He looked down on himself. The medical skills that Wang Liang had spent decades learning were like ethereal clouds in his eyes, utterly useless.

Jiang Yu never respected himself, just like his master and father-in-law. They seemed to be training him as their closed-door disciple, but in reality, they never allowed their own daughter to have any contact with him.

If I hadn't lied to her so early on, how would I have had the chance to marry her later? Did that old man really think I had considered everything so thoroughly?

In a place as large as Shenwuke, there used to be many doctors, but they were all brought down by various means.

Now that he was the only doctor here, Wang Liang stared at Jiang Yu's departing figure, a sinister smile appearing on his lips. He didn't care whether anyone respected him or not; on the contrary, Jiang Yu would suffer a terrible fall because of these people.

They are like a flower bud, looking beautiful and fragrant, but once the flower blooms, the delicate stamen inside will turn into a sharp thorn.

People eagerly reach out to touch it, expecting the soft bud to brush against their fingertips, but unexpectedly, the sharp thorns only need to touch it lightly to prick that spot and draw blood.

"Young Master Jiang, you can definitely cure it, right? Now Doctor Wang refuses to treat us because of you. He's the only famous doctor within a hundred miles. If we offend him, and you can't cure it either, what will happen to our child's life?"

The man's father pressed him relentlessly, but Aunt Zhao didn't stop him. Zhou Qingnu stood by anxiously, unsure of what to say. Her son had been saved by Jiang Yu; she should have been the one who knew best, and only by standing up for Jiang Yu could she make a difference.

But Zhou Qingnu hesitated at this moment. She was afraid that if she spoke too definitively, it would have the opposite effect. She only had one child, and she knew all too well what kind of people these were.

Once Xiaoying's life was saved, there was no need for her to get involved with these people. Besides, everyone else was hesitating nearby, so she was the only one who went to call Jiang Yu.

She has already done a great favor; she has already offended Wang Liang; she has already done more than enough.

There are so many people, they don't need a woman like her at all.

"Don't worry, I will save his life."

Jiang Yu smiled slightly and led his men toward Shen Wuke. No one saw that the moment he turned around, the smile on his face vanished, his features shifted, and he became a completely different person, his eyes filled with bloodlust and ruthlessness.

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Author's note: Jiang Yu: So I don't appear in this chapter, right?

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