Situ Yutong was the youngest daughter of Mr. Situ, the head of the military region. Mr. Situ was sixty-five years old when Situ Yutong was born. As a daughter born late in life, Mr. Situ cherished her like a treasure and doted on her immensely, even to the point of being inseparable from her.
Both Situ Yutong and Li Ling'er came from privileged backgrounds, were beautiful, and loved by everyone; they seemed to have grown up in a sweet, sheltered environment. No two leaves are alike, and what sets Situ Yutong apart from Li Ling'er is that children from military families always possess the fortitude and courage of soldiers.
Driven by her admiration and love for her father, Grandpa Situ, Situ Yutong resolutely embarked on a military career. Her father, who doted on her, disagreed. Years passed, and Situ Yutong now wore a military uniform, adorned with countless medals. Grandpa Situ was both gratified and heartbroken, and began to worry about his daughter's marriage. Unexpectedly, just as things were starting to look promising, Grandpa Situ fell ill.
Ji Xiaoxiao couldn't understand it. Zhao Batian wasn't a top student like her, so how could he be so good at everything? He could cure all kinds of difficult and complicated diseases with a single medicine. He even cured Old Master Situ's ailment in one night.
Blinded God, how could you help such scum!
According to Li Yan, Old Master Situ was already bedridden, and his dutiful daughter, Situ Yutong, was busy searching for a miracle cure. Knowing that two heads are better than one, Situ Yutong boasted that if Old Master Situ could be saved, the Situ family would grant their benefactor any wish, without any restrictions.
Ji Xiaoxiao had once read countless books in the Lotus Holy Sect's library on Mount Tianshan, including beautiful landscapes, biographies of extraordinary people and events, lost martial arts manuals, techniques from various schools and sects, pharmacopoeias, and miraculous acupuncture methods. Her hundred years were not wasted. With dedicated study of medicine and guidance from the Immortal Lord, Ji Xiaoxiao was comparable to a divine physician of her time.
Ji Xiaoxiao smiled darkly, "Zhao Gou Dan, you're doomed."
Good fortune may be a harbinger of misfortune, and misfortune may be a harbinger of good fortune; Ji Xiaoxiao's joy turned to sorrow.
"Xiaohua, is Ling'er here with you?" Li's mother, who rushed to Ji Xiaoxiao's rented room, asked anxiously.
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