Chapter 69 The Divine Doctor is a Madman 9
The doorman had to hurry back.
Today's young master is acting a bit strangely. I've encountered people who lose control of their emotions and yell at me before, but they either end up being beheaded or poisoned to death.
He was slightly lucky and survived, but his voice was poisoned and he lost his voice.
The stone gate closed tightly.
Jiang Mingyue rushed forward and angrily pounded on the blows, but they didn't budge.
She picked up the handkerchief; the handprints on it stung her eyes.
No, I have to tell my parents right away.
This is something she probably can't handle on her own.
People in the martial arts world know very little about the legendary doctor, and the information that is circulated is all that the legendary doctor wants the world to know.
Jiang Mingyue felt extremely troubled. Her hasty turn aggravated her wound, causing her to gasp.
Upon opening the bottle of wound medicine, a refreshing medicinal fragrance immediately wafted out.
Jiang Mingyue immediately realized that this medicine was no ordinary product.
The doorman's act of giving away the wound medicine might have had an element of threat involved.
His young master is indeed quite capable; even the most common wound medicine is something that others can hardly obtain.
It's not just a threat, but also a disguised form of showing off.
They flaunt their wealth and power in the Valley of Life and Death.
Jiang Mingyue boarded the carriage, took the medicine with a sullen face, and then sat in the front room.
She glanced back at the curtain, a mix of emotions welling up inside her.
She came with two people, but now she is alone, with only a handkerchief in her arms.
The Valley of Life and Death is going too far!
...
Song Jinhuan felt as if she had been in a very long dream, and she did not feel good when she woke up; her head was spinning.
She looked at the unfamiliar bed curtains, blinked, and struggled to get up while urgently calling out, "Sister!"
"Oh, you're awake?"
A voice as clear and pure as snow came through.
Song Jinhuan looked in the direction of the sound and saw a man in a blue robe sitting at a table woven from bamboo not far away.
At this moment, his hair was neatly combed back, and he wore a red hair ornament on his head. His face was as beautiful as jade, and he was extremely handsome.
"It's you!"
When Song Jinhuan met those phoenix eyes with upturned corners, he recognized him as Shen Yushu almost without guessing.
"Young lady, you have a good eye. You recognized me the moment you saw me."
He coughed lightly twice, looking quite pleased with himself, and said, "Alas, my appearance is incomparably handsome. Anyone who has seen me will find it hard to forget. It's not surprising that you can recognize me."
Where is my sister?
The girl couldn't listen to any of his nonsense. Being in an unfamiliar place with such a nasty person sitting inside, she felt nothing but unease.
Shen Yushu's expression froze. He looked up and saw that the girl was gripping the bedding tightly with both hands. Even though she was sitting, she was almost completely huddled inside, with only her head showing.
Despite being terrified, his tone of voice was unusually forceful.
The man raised an eyebrow, picked up the prepared medicine from the table, and walked to the bedside.
The girl shrank back a bit, almost shrinking into a ball.
"What are you afraid of?" Shen Yushu sat down somewhat unhappily and reached out to pull the blanket.
Song Jinhuan felt the pulling force, as if there was a silent contest, and gripped even tighter.
Shen Yushu deliberately increased the pressure, and only when he noticed that her breathing had become more rapid due to nervousness did he kindly let go.
"Drink this." He handed the medicine to her.
Song Jinhuan glanced at the dark, murky medicine and turned her face away.
"Where's my sister?" she asked again.
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