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After giving the three white tiger cubs a bath, Jiang Yutang carefully put them back into their own little den.
They must have felt better after the bath, and the old man had warmed the bed earlier, so they weren't cold at all. The three little ones slept comfortably, and I don't know who was leaning against whom.
Jiang Yutang felt a great sense of accomplishment.
I must say, the three white tiger cubs are really cute.
I wish they would never grow up, that they would stay this tiny forever.
But then I thought, they're better off in their natural form; as cubs, they're always bullied.
Jiang Yutang watched them for a while longer. They needed to sleep for a bit longer. When they woke up, they would look for food. She asked the old man to take care of them. Jiang Yutang got up.
After being busy for a while, I stretched.
During this half-day, we encountered the young master of Qingyun Manor. The Eight Treasures Pavilion was somewhat crowded when it was not in use.
But once it rises in the wild, it suddenly feels spacious.
Zhao Tong went to walk Weiwu and Weimeng.
Grandpa Weng is starting a fire.
A campfire is essential when spending the night outdoors.
Uncle Ding was helping out.
The maidservant who takes care of Huo Ling's daily life is cooking something over a fire. It smells like dessert, which is probably what Huo Ling will eat and drink that evening.
Then, Jiang Yutang, who had already walked past, turned back along the same path—good heavens, Huo Ling and Duan Wuheng were sitting on the ground in front of the Bazhen Tower, both looking up at the eaves lanterns hanging on the tower.
Duan Wuheng rested his chin on his hand, while Huo Ling sat upright.
These two guys had been arguing the whole way, but they were able to sit quietly together, staring at the eaves lamp in a daze.
The sun rose in the west...
It's probably true that among this group of people, only the two of them are of similar age.
Although it can be noisy, there are also times when we can sit together and stare at the lights in a daze.
I have no idea what they're thinking.
He Zhen watched from afar without approaching.
Just then, Uncle Ding finished lighting the fire with Old Master Weng and chatted for a while. Although he kept glancing at Huo Ling from time to time, he only went up to He Zhen now.
“Uncle Ding.” He Zhen nodded.
Uncle Ding stroked his beard and smiled, "Stop arguing?"
He Zhen couldn't help but laugh: "They haven't been arguing for a while now, they're all staring blankly at the eaves lamp, I wonder what they're thinking about?"
Ding Bowen said, "It's rare to have such a quiet time when no one is angry. Just keep an eye on things and don't let Chunwu disturb them."
He Zhen should be fine.
Ding Bo patted him on the shoulder and then headed towards Fang Rushi's location.
Fang Ru stayed by herself in one place.
Fang Rushi was also an eccentric. Most renowned doctors have quirks, and Fang Rushi disliked noisy places, fearing that people would disturb his thoughts.
Especially after treating Bai Cen just now, all I could think about were those barriers.
The person capable of administering this kind of poison must have a profound understanding of pharmacology and be arrogant.
When developing the poison, he had considered that a doctor would treat him later, so the poison he used contained mockery of the doctor who would come later.
He mocks those who can't even grasp the basics, and also mocks those who can grasp the basics but are trapped in the illusions he creates with pathology, even to the point of going mad...
As a doctor, Fang Rushi was well aware that a person's lifespan is limited, and their energy is also limited.
A person's physical abilities, thinking and research capabilities will decline as their peak period passes; it is impossible to remain at the peak indefinitely.
Even the most gifted and exceptionally talented individuals, who have read extensively since childhood and are guided through the basics from a young age, will find it difficult to learn and master a great deal of knowledge in a short period of time.
But the person who poisoned Bai Cen felt like a towering mountain standing before him.
He boasted of his extraordinary talent, but it turns out there are always people more talented than him, and even more extraordinary people.
He had always dealt with difficult and complicated diseases, and he knew very well that the person who could administer such a poison possessed a level of medical expertise that was far beyond his reach...
But this unattainable goal also ignited his fighting spirit.
Bai Cen and Huo Ling were both poisoners; even they probably didn't expect that their arrogance would leave subtle traces in every case.
Even if it's not obvious, as long as another exceptionally talented person—like him—can see the clues.
He wasn't entirely certain, but by comparing the symptoms of the two individuals, he could effectively suppress and alleviate them.
After all, people who are used to doing the same thing tend to have the same thought process...
This person boasted that no one could cure the poison he had inflicted, so his arrogance was tinged with a hint of complacency, and he didn't put any effort into dealing with the situation.
If that's the case, then the flaw lies in...
Lost in thought, Uncle Ding stepped forward: "Dr. Fang."
Fang Ru put aside her thoughts and asked calmly, "What's wrong?"
He doesn't like socializing, especially these unwritten rules of the underworld. If he were to follow local customs, it would take him even longer. It's better for him to be an oddball like he is now, but he can use the extra time to do what he wants.
People who don't like him will automatically stay away from him.
He didn't even need to say much.
Therefore, he doesn't need to please anyone...
After Fang finished asking his question, Ding Bo sat down beside him and said, "Thanks to Physician Fang's care these past few days, the young master's condition has improved a lot compared to before."
Fang Rushi suddenly said, "If he were willing to take his medicine as instructed and not act out, he would be much better."
Ding Bo smiled slightly.
Those familiar with Tong Fangru wouldn't find him offensive; he was simply stating what he believed to be the truth in direct language. Ding Bo was intelligent and wise.
“I’ve been watching for a while now. The young master and Duan Wuheng are together. Although they’re making a lot of noise, they seem to be in good spirits and he doesn’t seem to be coughing that badly.”
After Ding Bo finished speaking, Fang Rushi looked at him and said, "He usually doesn't talk much and always holds things in. It's good for him to argue with someone and let out all his pent-up feelings. Don't worry about him. Just observe him. If he's in good spirits these next few days, don't remind him."
Ding Bo understood. He was afraid that if he was reminded, he would care more, unlike his current self.
Fang Rushi reassured Ding Bo once again: "I will revise the prescription again tomorrow, and when we get to Qiaozhen, we will get a few more doses of medicine." Ding Bo understood; a skilled doctor is not rigid, but will constantly adjust the prescription and dosage according to the patient's condition.
Fang Rushi glanced at Ding Bo's retreating figure.
Wang Sumo is indeed clever and quirky, and she has a lot of clever ideas.
She had just told him that what Uncle Ding cared about was Huo Ling's condition. As long as Huo Ling stayed at Bazhenlou, her condition would improve, or there would be other unexpected effects, and Uncle Ding's mind would gradually change.
Originally, he was just looking for an excuse, but he didn't expect that Uncle Ding would take the initiative to come to him.
He thought about it and realized it was true.
Huo Ling has a bad temper and speaks harshly; he probably doesn't have many friends among his peers.
Adding to this, she was also ill, and everyone adored her.
Whether it's Ding Bo, He Zhen, or Qing Wu, none of them are easy to mess with.
Although he listened to Uncle Ding, they didn't have much in common except for discussing his illness.
He hadn't really paid much attention to Huo Ling and Duan Wuheng before, only noticing that they were arguing a bit. Plus, his attention was focused on Bai Cen's medical examination earlier, so he hadn't observed as closely as Ding Bo.
When Uncle Ding said that, he just went along with it.
He originally wanted to suggest that he could stay with the people at Bazhenlou for a while longer, but then he remembered Su Mo's advice not to rush things, as doing it too quickly would seem deliberate.
So Fang held back.
Sure enough, Ding Bo had asked him about this and had a better understanding of the situation, so he got up as well.
Fang Rushi breathed a sigh of relief.
Doing these things is indeed more mentally taxing than researching intractable diseases...
He preferred to focus on studying difficult and complex diseases and interacting with patients.
At least things got off to a good start, and since the other party had approached him, he didn't need to feel guilty or guilty. He could leave the rest to Wang Sumo.
Fang Rushi picked up a tree branch and began to draw the maze she had fallen into that day nearby.
Although he was wandering around while in meditation, he clearly remembered how the forks in the road were winding and meandering.
It was precisely because he understood this so clearly that he almost went mad with evil.
Those who operate within the system are well aware of a doctor's memory, judgment, and intuition, so this is essentially a poison tailor-made for the doctor.
Although Bai Cen kept saying that his senior brother had poisoned him, the more he drew, the more he felt that the poison wasn't aimed at the person who was poisoned, namely Bai Cen, but rather at the person who could interpret Bai Cen's name, such as Meng Huizhou...
Although the thought flashed through Fang Rushi's mind, the scenes that followed only confirmed his idea.
Moreover, he believed that Meng Huizhou would also repeat and experiment in the same way, over and over again.
He and Meng Huizhou were rivals, so he knew Meng Huizhou's character very well.
The person who poisoned them was well aware of this.
This poison was more favorable to him, not because his medical skills were much better than Meng Huizhou's, but because the person who poisoned him was targeting Meng Huizhou.
Therefore, he knew Meng Huizhou's weaknesses and knew where Meng Huizhou would repeatedly torment him.
But he's different from Meng Huizhou. He doesn't get bogged down in places Meng Huizhou can't reach; he can skip them directly, which allows him to see more progress...
He needs to try a few more times before he can break free from the illusion and see what's hidden behind the door.
Moreover, by sheer coincidence, he had already found the key to open the door on Huo Ling. Even the person who poisoned her couldn't have imagined that these two would happen to be together so coincidentally, and that they would both encounter him.
This also inexplicably excited Fang Ru...
To onlookers, Fang Rushi seemed to be doing nothing, haphazardly and rapidly drawing lines on the ground with a twig, a strange yet excited smile on her face.
*
Wang Sumo held a wooden strip in his hand and slowly fed it into the campfire.
The campfire warmed his face, and Wang Sumo stared at the leaping flames for a long time, lost in thought…
He helped the old man sit down next to her and asked with concern, "Girl, what have you been thinking about for so long?"
It was late at night, and everyone around was either asleep or far away.
Tonight is the night shift for the old man. She was thinking about something and couldn't figure it out, but she felt like it was somewhere nearby, and she had missed something.
The old man suddenly spoke, and she seemed to have her train of thought interrupted. But as her thoughts reconnected, she suddenly remembered something and asked softly, "Grandpa, do you remember the Worry-Free Gate that Old Liu mentioned?"
The old man didn't know what she meant, but he nodded, indicating that he remembered.
The Wuyou Sect was wiped out, and Liu Zhaoting, Liu Che's father, was the only survivor.
More than twenty years have passed since the Wuyoumen incident. If it weren't for the chance encounter with Liu Zhaoting, no one would know the truth of what happened back then.
Wang Sumo continued, "Old Liu mentioned that his master was able to accept him as his last disciple because he met him when he went down the mountain to clean up the sect. At that time, there was a person in the sect who later destroyed the Wuyou Sect. He used many heinous methods and went mad because he believed in a disguise technique that could make people young again..."
The old man nodded: "I remember."
What Wang Sumo said was truly impressive.
The eeriness and distortion of the place sent chills down his spine.
Wang Sumo continued, "Grandpa, think again about those strange people we encountered in Bewitching Town."
The old man was slightly surprised. Bewitching Town?
Wang Sumo continued, "Those were martial arts practitioners lured here by martial arts manuals and weapons. They were imprisoned in the underground palace of the Bewitching Town to practice various martial arts techniques. It seems like it was about twenty years ago?"
The old man was stunned: "You mean, after the massacre of the Wuyou Sect..."
Wang Sumo nodded: "Didn't this person just disappear? Liu Zhaoting has been hiding while trying to find out about him, but he's been like a ghost."
The old man frowned: "You mean, he's in Bewitching Town?"
Wang Sumo nodded again: "Rejuvenation and marrow cleansing methods, aren't they pursuing the same thing?"
The old man was stunned.
Wang Sumo didn't know how to explain: "He's getting younger, he's undergoing a marrow cleansing."
Wang Sumo looked at the old man, both shocked and surprised: "Old man, do you think he might have already succeeded?"
[Author's Note]
Perhaps there will be another chapter.
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