Chapter 132 Should I go to your house, or should you come to my house?
The next second, there was a whooshing sound.
Before Afu could finish speaking, he felt a chill on his neck. He instinctively reached up and touched his neck: "Blood, this is blood."
A chill ran down his spine, and the hairs on his body stood on end: "Are you crazy? Do you want to kill someone?"
If it were just an inch higher, it would have driven right into his throat. Ah Fu was filled with terror and even forgot to think.
Li Rong, holding the last chopstick between his fingers, squinted at him and said, "Say one more word, and I'll shoot you through the throat."
Afu turned his head with difficulty to look, only to see that what had just cut him was a chopstick, and that the chopstick had already disappeared into the wall behind him, with only the tail of the chopstick barely visible.
He swallowed hard and ran out of the house almost as if fleeing in panic.
He ran all the way to the door before he came to his senses; he had actually been so frightened by a peasant that he had fled in panic…
Feeling humiliated, he immediately put his hands on his hips, turned around, and roared, "Everyone strives for better things! You may not like hearing it, but it's a fact! In the future, once our young master passes the imperial examinations, restoring the Xie family's honor will be just around the corner. Does Jiang Pangya think she'd rather have a peasant like you than our young master?"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than another whooshing sound was heard.
The next second, a chopstick burst through the window and headed straight for Afu's throat.
Afu stared in shock as the thing hurtled toward him.
"Huh?"
Suddenly, I heard a questioning voice.
The next second, just as the chopsticks were about to pierce Ah Fu's throat, a wooden stick flew over.
The chopsticks barely managed to stick into the stick before crashing down on Afu's chest with a thud, along with the stick.
In an instant, Ah Fu was knocked back several steps by the force of the impact and fell to the ground with a thud. A trace of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Before long, a foul stench wafted over. They'd wet themselves in fright again.
The old man, who had already stepped outside, immediately pinched his nose and said, "You disgust me! Get lost, or I'll really kill you."
Afu realized what was happening, but he didn't care about the filth on his pants or his medicine. He scrambled away and disappeared from sight.
The old man turned around and went to find Li Rong: "Oh ho, not pretending to be weak anymore?"
Upon hearing this, Li Rong turned to look and saw the old man squeeze in through the window, squatting on the windowsill and smiling at him. However, the smile didn't reach his eyes.
"What advice do you have for me, senior?"
The old man jumped down from the windowsill and walked closer to Li Rong, scrutinizing him closely. "What that bastard said wasn't entirely unreasonable. You certainly aren't as handsome as that young man. If you're angry, fine, but why take someone's life? The children haven't asked me to kill anyone, are you going to make an exception?"
After thinking for a moment, he moved a little closer to Li Rong: "Are you angry that Nuan'er makes quilts for other people but not for you? Or are you angry that you're paralyzed and can't do anything?"
The next second, a gust of wind struck.
The old man took two steps back and easily dodged the attack.
The old man smiled even more broadly when Li Rong couldn't reach her: "You've hit the nail on the head!"
Li Rong narrowed his eyes, casually grabbed something, and then swiftly threw it away.
The old man dodged easily, glancing at her before shaking his head and sighing, "You're in trouble. Not only are you not as good-looking as those young men, but you also have such a bad temper. Ah Nuan only has this one wooden hairpin, and you've already thrown it away like trash. No wonder Nuan looks down on you."
A hint of surprise flashed in Li Rong's eyes. He subconsciously glanced at the thing he had just thrown out as a hidden weapon. There was only a hole left in the wall, and it was impossible to tell that it was a hairpin.
She pursed her lips and said, "I'll fix what I broke myself."
After saying that, her cool gaze fell on the old man's face: "I respect you as a senior, but you should also act like one. My tolerance has its limits."
The old man sensed the murderous aura emanating from him and then smiled and said, "Wouldn't it have been better if you had done it this way earlier? It looks much better than before."
He immediately scooped up the still dazed little Baozhu and held her in his arms: "My dear grandson, were you scared? Grandpa will cut off that stinky thing's mouth to vent your anger, okay?"
As Li Rong watched them gradually disappear from his sight, his large hand unconsciously clenched his leg. He was slightly lost in thought.
Before long, his gaze fell on his youngest son, who was still hanging his head beside him. He patted his little shoulder after all.
"Little Er, you haven't told your father yet. What exactly happened recently?"
Judging from the servant's few words and the children's reactions, it seems there are many things it doesn't know.
The young man pursed his lips, and tears suddenly welled up in his eyes: "Father."
Jiang Nuanzhi, under the sinister gaze of her eldest son, finally finished administering acupuncture to Xie Liangchen's wrist.
For some reason, the boy kept staring at her hands without blinking, making Jiang Nuanzhi feel very uncomfortable.
As the session ended, she let out a soft sigh: "Your hand is fine. A few days of acupuncture, along with some medicine, will allow it to recover in less than two months. But remember, you must not be impatient for quick results. You must rest well in the coming days and avoid using your hand as much as possible. If it gets injured again, it may not be able to fully recover."
Xie Liangchen nodded: "Okay, then... should I go to your house tomorrow, or should you come to mine?"
Jiang Nuanzhi found his words strange, especially with her son staring at her, and a strange sense of guilt welled up inside her: "Ahem, I have something to do tomorrow. Acupuncture on your wrist isn't difficult, and finding another doctor shouldn't be a problem. Since I've already accepted your consultation fee, you can go to my house tomorrow and ask Young Master Lü to do acupuncture for you."
It's nothing more than a common formation that stimulates acupoints; I just need to tell Young Master Lü.
However, the favors owed to Young Master Lü have been piling up.
Xie Liangchen frowned: "I don't trust anyone else."
Young Master Lü? That spoiled brat?
Although the Lü family was a renowned family of physicians, as far as he knew, this纨绔子弟 (a spoiled, dissolute young man) seemed to know nothing about medicine. How could he let such a person treat his hands?
Jiang Nuanzhi paused for a moment: "Then you'll just have to wait. I'll come back in a few days and give you acupuncture. In your current condition, acupuncture is only an aid. The important thing is to rest and take some medicine to promote blood circulation and clear the meridians. There shouldn't be any major problems."
Xie Liangchen frowned, about to say something more, when the next second, he saw Afu stumble into the house.
Seeing his disheveled appearance, the people in the room were startled.
As Xie Liangchen approached, he noticed a foul odor, and his brows furrowed even more.
"Didn't you go to get the medicine? Where is it? Why is it in such a terrible state?"
"It's him! It's that cripple! He's completely insane! He's going to kill someone!"
Ah Fu was clearly still shaken and was somewhat incoherent.
Jiang Nuanzhi frowned slightly and looked over.
A paralyzed man? A madman? Who is he talking about?
Afu seemed terrified, shrinking into the corner and trembling. He remained silent, no matter what Xie Liangchen said.
Xie Liangchen frowned and looked at Jiang Nuanzhi: "What's wrong with him?"
After giving the order, Xie Liangchen frowned and looked over, but saw no movement from Jiang Nuanzhi.
Immediately afterwards, Jiang Nuanzhi stretched out her chubby little hand towards him.
Xie Liangchen's expression froze, and he instantly understood Jiang Nuanzhi's meaning.
He gritted his teeth, took out another tael of silver from his pocket, and slapped it into her hand.
Is it okay now?
(End of this chapter)
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