Lu Wangji was a prodigy in the Mohist school, but unfortunately, fate was cruel; he lost both legs as a child. Luckily, he survived. From childhood to adulthood, he rarely left his room, spending his days studying the things he had.
If any Mohist disciples encounter any difficulties and ask him for advice, he will answer them in detail.
Such a good person, how could this happen... sigh...
Lu Fei sighed as he thought of this, and said to his nephew beside him.
"Here's a sample image, take a look."
The young man picked up the drawing of the three-edged dagger that Huo Xiaolong had drawn earlier, examined it for a while, and said...
"Okay, but it's difficult."
It's difficult to do, not impossible, but it requires some clever thinking.
"It's not difficult. Just melt these down and use this iron to make it."
Lu Wangji followed his master's finger, picked up a weapon used by the Xiongnu, nodded repeatedly, and muttered to himself...
"This can be done; it just needs to be melted. This diagram is perfect."
The young man looked at the picture on his right, then at the weapon in his left, and exclaimed...
"Little boy, come in and help me change."
"What do you mean 'more'? You should wear it first, it's cold in the border town," Lu Feigong said.
"Uncle-Master, you've already taken your clothes off."
"I've been working for most of the day, how can I not be hot? Let Xiaotong stay next to you, he can take it off when he sweats."
The young man nodded, rolled up his sleeves, and threw all the weapons directly into the furnace.
"You just put it all in? What if it doesn't work?" Lu Feigong said.
"I can't do it."
The young man looked up at him, his eyes resolute.
The eldest master nodded. He was getting old, and the Mo family was getting stronger with each generation, which was a good thing.
Lu Fei patted him on the shoulder twice, then walked out of the room.
"Uncle-Master, where are you going?" the boy asked from behind.
Where am I going? I'm going to rest for a few days! Where am I going?! This kid is asking pointless questions. He's been working like a workhorse lately, and you still think he's a grown man?
All that was left for the little boy was loneliness and silence. The child turned to look at his senior brother, but his senior brother ignored him. His senior brother only had eyes for forging iron.
My eldest uncle finally had time to go out today. He's been here for so long, but he hasn't had a proper chance to explore Pingyang County yet.
Oh wow, the Gu family's medical practice, is that the senior he remembers? If so, could you please take a look at my leg, senior? What if you can cure it?
Doctor Gu hadn't been to the brothel recently, and everyone there was eating well and in great health, so he was somewhat surprised to encounter Lu Feigong at the clinic.
"The Mohist school's 'non-aggression'?"
Looking at the man in front of him, whose beard was now streaked with silver, Gu Shilin could only lament the passage of time. The last time they met, this man didn't have a beard.
"Senior Gu!"
What are you doing here?
How far is the Mo family from Pingyang County? It must be fate that we met here.
"Ah, I..."
Lu Feigong scratched his head, unsure how to phrase it. Should he say, "I was sold to a brothel by the sect leader?" A brothel, huh? Would that sound a bit shameful?
What are you doing at the brothel?
"ah?"
The men were completely bewildered; how did they know that?
"What? You smell like perfume from a brothel."
Lu Feigong raised his sleeve and sniffed it twice; it did indeed have a bit of that.
"Then how do you know what the brothel tastes like, senior?"
The man's retort was met with a slap from Gu Shilin.
"I went there for medical treatment! How would I know! With just a few young men living there, how could the brothel ever be peaceful?"
"You go there often, senior?"
"I haven't been going as often lately," Doctor Gu asked, his hands tucked into his sleeves as he leaned back in his chair.
"Speak, what brings you to the clinic? Who's sick?"
"I'm still concerned about that nephew. Could you go and take a look for him again for me?"
Ten years ago, Doctor Gu went to the Mo family to examine Lu Wangji's leg, but the treatment ended because it had been delayed for too long and it was a miracle that he was still alive.
"You think I could cure things I couldn't cure ten years ago, but I can now? Do you think I've gone to cultivate immortality?"
"Oh, isn't this my own child? It breaks my heart."
Doctor Gu narrowed his eyes and gasped.
"That's not necessarily true..."
It was incurable before, but now that it's in a brothel, things might be different. The old man suddenly became unusually agile for his age, and he exclaimed...
"Young apprentice, go to the brothel."
"Yes, Master."
"You mean it's cured?" Lu Feigong asked, tugging at Doctor Gu's sleeve.
The old man said quietly
"Not necessarily, but we can give it a try."
"If you can heal Wangji's leg, you will be a benefactor to the entire Mo family."
Doctor Gu waved his hand and said
"The credit for curing him doesn't belong to me. If you want to thank someone, thank that kid from Fengyue Tower."
"Huh?" The man was taken aback, then asked.
"Besides being exceptionally intelligent and having a short attention span, what else is unique about that child?"
"Oh"
Doctor Gu looked at him and sneered. It seemed that Master Mo had also been tormented by Huo Xiaolong. Indeed, this child's mind was a little different from ordinary people, but it was hard to say exactly what was different.
"She doesn't have anything particularly special about her, but her family does."
"How so, senior?" Lu Fei asked humbly.
"Their family must have been a renowned family of doctors, and a very famous one at that. All the Huo family's heirloom medicinal herbs are in that child's hands. Don't you think that's extraordinary?"
"The family heirlooms are all given to the children?" Lu Feigong's mind was also blank.
"Hmm," Doctor Gu nodded.
Don't ask him why, he doesn't know either. He only knows that the medicine was always given to him by that child. He went from being a doctor who wanted to stay far away from the child to seeing Huo Xiaolong as if he were seeing his own granddaughter. Was it because she was cute?
No, it's because she gave too much!
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