Gu Yun didn't know whether he should answer Yu Jiao's question for a moment. After hearing from Liu Ziqi that Cheng Ying had taken Yu Jiao away to educate her, they tacitly assumed that Yu Jiao's strange medical skills were taught by Cheng Ying. After all, he was the only one in the world whose medical skills were so strange that his medical skills were supposed to save lives but they seemed to kill people.
At least apart from Cheng Ying and Yu Jiao, they had never heard of anyone being able to perform a caesarean section to save someone.
What's more, when Yu Jiao returned to Beijing, Cheng Ying deliberately asked Yu Jiao to dissect a rabbit at her coming-of-age banquet.
Thinking that if Cheng Ying showed off her skills in the future, even if Yu Jiao had no memory, she would know that her medical skills were taught by Cheng Ying. In this way, there would be no need to hide it. Gu Yun said, "It must be him who taught her."
It turns out that the master who taught Liu Sanniang the medical skills to kill people was really Cheng Ying!
Thinking about it this way, it’s no wonder that Liu Sanniang was so repulsive after knowing that she was practicing medicine, repeatedly emphasizing that she was not allowed to practice medicine, and was so fearful when mentioning her master!
This person is Cheng Ying, the murderous woman. No wonder Liu Sanniang said that everything he taught her was harmful. Even Yu Jiao couldn't imagine how Cheng Ying treated patients. It would be a great mercy if he didn't break someone's neck with one hand to give the patient relief, let alone save people!
Seeing that she couldn't get any more information out of Gu Yun, Yu Jiao stopped making things difficult for him and said, "Young Marquis Gu, please go to bed early."
Finally, the interrogation was over. Gu Yun breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stood up and said, "Then I'll go back to my room."
After leaving the room, Gu Yun took a deep breath. His underwear was almost soaked with sweat and it was sticking to his body, which was very uncomfortable. Fortunately, he finally dealt with Yu Jiao.
At dawn the next day, Jianjia followed Yu Jiao's instructions to find the broker in the city, went to South Lane, and then went to the pharmacy to get a few packets of medicine. She asked Bai Lu to quietly deliver the medicine and the house deed to the back house in the backyard of Tianxiang Pavilion.
Feng Guihua got up and fetched some water to the mute's room. Seeing the mute stand up, she put the basin on the stool and said, "I'll go get you some medicine..." Before she finished her words, she saw the pile of medicine bags on the table and asked in confusion, "Hey, who sent you this medicine?"
Hearing the sound, the mute wiped his face, picked up the medicine bag on the table, glanced at the window that was not closed tightly, and immediately thought of who sent him the medicine, and couldn't help grinning.
"What are you laughing at? Do you know who sent this medicine?" Feng Guihua rummaged through the medicine package and heard a rustling sound. Her face changed and she reached out to touch the medicine package at the bottom of the pile. When she opened it, she saw that it was actually white silver. Her pupils widened, "Oh my God, I am not dreaming!"
The mute was also startled when he saw the silver, and then he heard Feng Guihua say, "There is also a house deed here! Isn't this the house deed of your original yard? Who sent it to you?"
The mute also recognized the house deed. Previously, Feng Guihua's thirteen-year-old son worked in a pawnshop. He accidentally broke an inkstone in the shop and the shopkeeper demanded one hundred taels of silver from him, otherwise he would have to sign a twenty-year indenture with the shop. Feng Guihua's husband passed away early, and the family relied on her, a woman, to support her working in Tianxiang Pavilion. She simply could not afford so much money, and she was reluctant to let her son sign a twenty-year indenture with the pawnshop to work like a slave. She was so anxious that she burst into tears. After the mute knew her difficulties, he simply mortgaged the ancestral courtyard to the pawnshop. After all, he was alone and could make do anyway.
The mute touched the title deed, grinned and gestured to Feng Guihua, "It's Ah Fu."
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