Don't let their illness and frail appearance fool you. When these people start fighting, especially when they're emotional, their strength is undiminished, and every punch lands squarely.
The divine physician finally came to his senses, his eyes dim. Even if he had found the problem with the herbs, the plague in Liangzhou was still not resolved.
“Miss Song, without herbs, the people can’t wait that long. Why not try my treatment method? Perhaps there’s still a glimmer of hope. Besides, you can’t guarantee that with the Heavenly Star Grass, the plague in Liangzhou will be completely eradicated.”
As soon as Doctor Ming finished speaking, a commotion arose outside the clinic. A servant rushed in, still panting, but unable to hide his joy, "Miss Song, Young Master Jiang has brought the herbs!"
*
Outside the clinic, a row of horse-drawn carriages slowly drove in, making quite a grand spectacle.
As soon as Song Zhiyu stepped out of the door, she saw the ornately decorated carriage at the head of the carriage come to a steady stop. A slender, jade-like finger gently rested on the curtain, revealing a fair face that looked as if it had been finely carved from jade, with eyebrows like distant mountains, making it difficult to tell whether the person was male or female.
"Little Yu'er, the things have been brought to you." Jiang Jiyao lazily raised her eyebrows, a hint of a smile flickering in her narrow peach blossom eyes, every move exuding an innate nobility and arrogance.
His long, well-defined fingers gently pointed to the boxes of herbs behind the carriage, a hint of a smile playing on his slightly upturned eyebrows, and even a touch of self-satisfaction.
"Thank you, Second Brother." Song Zhiyu smiled and ordered someone to bring the herbs into the clinic.
The renowned physician stared in disbelief as boxes of Star Grass were carried into the clinic as if it were free, a hint of covetousness in his eyes. "So much Star Grass, how much silver must it have cost?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Jiyao glanced at him lightly, a half-smile curving her lips slightly upward. "It's not much, just enough to buy your life."
After saying that, his expression softened, and he instructed Song Zhiyu, "If any fool dares to provoke you in the future, just bury them in silver. Your second brother may not have much else, but he has plenty of silver."
“Okay.” Song Zhiyu suppressed a laugh, knowing that Jiang Jiyao was standing up for her, so she didn’t contradict him and obediently agreed.
The brother and sister chatted and laughed, completely ignoring the physician's dark and inky face, treating him as if he were invisible, and boarded the carriage.
Not long after they left, another, simpler-looking carriage slowly came to a stop in front of the clinic.
Following the information he had received, Shen Muxun traveled all the way to Liangzhou and found a medical clinic.
To his disappointment, he did not see Song Zhiyu.
Seeing that his whereabouts were about to be unknown again, Shen Muxun couldn't help but frown and ask the renowned doctor Ming, who was standing at the entrance of the clinic, "Is Miss Song Zhiyu inside?"
Upon hearing the familiar name, Doctor Ming's eyes flashed, and he carefully examined Shen Muxun, answering a question that didn't directly answer the question: "What is your relationship with Song Zhiyu?"
“I…I am her brother.” Shen Muxun’s voice was weak, and Song Zhiyu did not acknowledge his identity.
Doctor Ming snorted coldly, "How many brothers does Song Zhiyu have? She just left with her second brother, and you've already come looking for her."
Second brother?
Shen Muxun froze. Who was he?
He is Song Zhiyu's rightful second brother.
Seeing that Shen Muxun was looking down and silent, as if he had suffered a great shock, Doctor Ming had a sudden thought. "Your father is also inside, but his condition is not good."
"What do you mean by that?" Shen Muxun finally looked up and asked after hearing about Shen Feng's news.
"It's all because of your good sister..." Doctor Ming shut his mouth at the right time, and didn't say a word no matter how much Shen Muxun asked.
Finally, he seemed to get annoyed by the questions and said with extreme impatience, "If you really want to know, go in and see for yourself."
After saying this, Doctor Ming's expression improved considerably, leaving Shen Muxun with only his departing figure.
He was secretly delighted to make Song Zhiyu unhappy.
*
Inside the clinic.
Shen Muxun immediately saw Shen Feng lying on the bed, groaning in pain, and a look of disbelief flashed across his eyes.
How did my father become like this? I remember he was perfectly fine when I came here.
Could it really be as the old man said, that he knew Yu...?
Thinking of this, Shen Muxun quickly shook his head, dismissing his suspicions about Song Zhiyu from his mind.
Perhaps there are some things he should ask about himself.
Shen Muxun's expression gradually hardened. He walked step by step closer to Shen Feng and slightly parted his lips, "Father..."
Hearing the familiar voice, Shen Feng slowly turned around, and his bruised and swollen face came into Shen Muxun's view.
"What happened to you? How did you end up like this?" Shen Muxun hadn't expected Shen Feng to be injured so badly. His hands moved faster than his brain, and he grabbed the first-aid kit to treat Shen Feng's injuries.
"It's all because of that unfilial daughter, Song Zhiyu. She actually watched her father get beaten." Mentioning this made Shen Feng grit his teeth in hatred. He had never suffered such humiliation before.
Shen Feng refused to mention the herbs and instead smeared Song Zhiyu without any restraint in front of Shen Muxun.
Shen Muxun didn't speak, but tightened his bandaged hand, it was unclear whether he believed her or not.
"Father, who hit you?" Shen Muxun was still rational. This time, he did not believe everything he heard, but wanted to find out the truth.
Upon hearing this, Shen Feng was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his anger rising suddenly. "A bunch of lowly commoners, how dare they beat up an official of the imperial court, they're really tired of living."
He was so disoriented from the beating that he was carried back by the servants before he could even vent his anger.
Now that he has calmed down, he wants nothing more than to punish those people one by one.
"Why would they hit you for no reason?" Although Shen Muxun felt that these people were too ruthless, he still wanted to get a clear answer.
In particular, Shen Feng's refusal to talk about it aroused his suspicions.
"It's all because of that batch of herbs..."
Shen Feng's voice suddenly stopped, and he shut his mouth awkwardly without continuing.
He realized he had let something slip and awkwardly looked away, avoiding Shen Muxun's scrutiny.
His second son is very stubborn and inflexible. If he knew that he had swapped the Heavenly Star Grass, he might not necessarily stand on his side.
After bandaging the wound, Shen Muxun slammed the bottle of medicine powder on the table, his face more serious than ever before. "What herbs? Father, if you don't explain yourself clearly, I'm afraid I can't stand up for you."
Seeing this, Shen Feng finally stopped being stubborn and turned his attention to Shen Muxun.
"Mu Xun, you must help your father and the Marquis's mansion."
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