Jiang Yunhe wasn't annoyed and slowly put the last little bug into his mouth.
The insect's shell was being chewed and broken by its teeth. The young master could hear the crunching sound coming from Jiang Yunhe's direction, as they were close by.
Coupled with Jiang Yunhe's deep, unfathomable gaze, he felt as if he had become the worm being slowly devoured.
He felt a chill run down his spine and involuntarily took a step back.
Jiang Yunhe wiped the crumbs from the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, still feeling unsatisfied.
But when a patient comes to the doctor's office, as a doctor with a conscience, I naturally can't keep the patient waiting any longer.
He walked into the Divine Healer's Hall, and with a flick of his finger, the disciples waiting at the door automatically closed the door.
"Everyone, Senior Brother Jiang will be focusing on seeing patients and cannot afford to be distracted. Therefore, the Divine Physician Hall will be temporarily closed. Those who come later, please wait a while."
Of course, the Divine Doctor's Hall couldn't just leave patients waiting at the door.
Someone brought out several tables from inside, and some disciples began to see patients outside the door.
Many people familiar with the rules of the Divine Doctor's Hall are used to this and are not surprised.
It's probably encountered some kind of difficult or complicated illness and needs a quiet environment.
Inside the house, after walking only a few steps, they arrived at a doorway. Jiang Yunhe gestured for the young master to follow, and Aunt Lan and the others also wanted to go in, but were stopped.
"When Senior Brother Jiang is seeing patients, it is best not to be disturbed by outsiders to avoid interference."
The disciple spoke gently, but his attitude left no room for refusal.
Aunt Lan had no suspicions.
The doctors we found for the young master all had their own quirks, but they were helpless with the young master's illness, so we traveled from Xizhou to Nanzhou for treatment.
The Valley of Divine Healers has a renowned reputation, and perhaps there is hope this time. Therefore, Aunt Lan ignored the young master's pleading eyes.
There's no danger to your life here, don't worry.
After closing the door and blocking all view, Jiang Yunhe swallowed a small pill and regained his voice.
"Drink water."
After pouring the other person a cup of tea, Jiang Yunhe leaned back in his chair and looked at them with a smile.
Look at him, he seems very approachable.
But the young master felt uneasy.
He picked up the cup, took a small sip, and put it down.
It wasn't that I was afraid of being poisoned, but that I wasn't thirsty.
"May I have your name?"
Jiang Yunhe asked casually.
"Skin blemishes".
The two words slipped out, and Pi Xia felt a little embarrassed.
He was actually determined not to cooperate. Facing a miracle doctor, he felt a little guilty and wanted to stall for time. Didn't he know whether he was sick or not?
The two sat facing each other, and Pi Xia felt as if he were facing his own father, and dared not resist.
Why pretend to be sick?
Jiang Yunhe got straight to the point.
"Because I don't like doing chores."
One sentence made Pi Xia's expression change drastically; he couldn't understand why the truth had been spoken so easily.
But since things had come to this, Pi Xia looked embarrassed for a moment, then, as if she had given up, she pulled out a bunch of things from her storage space and put them on the table.
"As long as you help me keep it a secret, I'll give you all of these. Don't worry, I won't ruin your reputation. After all, many doctors before you have accepted my deals."
With his chin held high, as a true young master, he had every right to be arrogant.
To be honest, they gave us quite a lot.
Jiang Yunhe estimated that these items were worth tens of thousands of spirit stones.
but……
"Why?"
He simply uttered those three words with a smile, his gaze passing over the cup.
The water was definitely not poisonous, but some insect powder was added.
When dealing with patients who are good at disguising themselves, you have to be unexpected.
"Because they believe in the bullshit idea that girls should be raised in luxury and boys should be raised in poverty, they trained me to do chores from a young age, but I didn't want to."
"I am a dignified man, and my hands are for conquering the world, not for sweeping the floor."
"Then I pretended to have an attack."
Sweeping, washing dishes, or even wiping a table—whenever his family members instruct him to do these things, he trembles all over and turns as pale as a sheet.
As the illness progressed, it grew increasingly severe.
Later on, even if there are no psychological problems, the body will still accurately trigger these symptoms when dealing with these things.
But he dared not tell anyone else about these things. To avoid letting something slip, he rarely communicated with others, which made him seem to others as a germaphobe, cold, strange, and withdrawn.
The family consulted many doctors.
Under the lure of profit, the doctors all gave in.
As for those who are unwilling to cooperate, that's fine; he also knows a little bit of martial arts.
The truth was kept hidden year after year.
Now that I'm in my twenties or thirties, I don't even have a single true friend.
He was supposed to inherit the family business in the future, and this situation wouldn't do, so his family kicked him out to seek medical treatment.
In reality, all that talk about being aloof and withdrawn is fake.
His talkative and sharp-tongued nature when he first met Jiang Yunhe was his true nature.
When suppressed for too long, one's true nature will occasionally surface, which, in the eyes of Aunt Lan and others, becomes a case of things going to extremes and backfiring.
Upon hearing these words, Jiang Yunhe did not offer any comment.
The moment he saw Pi Xia, he keenly sensed that the other person's life force was continuous and abundant, enough to prove that there was nothing wrong with the other person.
His active mental state also indicates that he is physically healthy.
He had encountered many patients who were faking illness. In the past, it would have taken several attempts to find out the reason, but now it was much simpler.
"Okay, I understand. You can leave now."
Jiang Yunhe nodded, indicating that Pi Xia could leave.
As for the items on the table intended as bribes, he accepted them without hesitation.
"Brother, you're a true friend. Don't worry, I promise I won't let anyone else know."
Pi Xia patted his chest and gave Jiang Yunhe a sly smile before straightening his expression and walking out.
Outside, Aunt Lan and the others were waiting.
"Young Master, how is it?"
Faced with Aunt Lan's anxious question, Pi Xia shook her head, her face grave.
Her pale face told Aunt Lan that there was still no hope this time.
Jiang Yunhe followed Pi Xia out. As he passed by the two of them, he didn't say anything, but simply handed Aunt Lan a photo stone.
This thing can be used to record images, including sound.
When Pixia saw this stone, he had a bad feeling.
"This is……"
Aunt Lan wanted to ask more questions, but Jiang Yunhe had already turned and left.
We haven't had enough yet, time to get in line!
The doors of the Divine Healer's Hall reopened, and the patients looked inside with curiosity.
"As expected of Doctor Jiang, he got it done in such a short time."
"Yeah yeah."
Amidst all the flattery, Aunt Lan activated the memory stone.
The projection appeared, and due to the angle, Lu Wu, who was setting up a stall outside the door, could see what was happening inside the house.
In the picture, Pixia's smugness is on full display.
Another fake patient.
But Lu Wu's attention was elsewhere.
Skin blemishes.
Mantis shrimp?
I'm getting a craving, maybe I should grab something to eat after I finish setting up my stall today.
There's still plenty of food at the stall, and there are still many people using Didi (a ride-hailing service) to buy things; it's still a long way off before I can leave work.
Ugh, another day where I feel like giving up.
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