Chapter 611 I'll hit you, why do I need to pick a day? [1st Update]
Upon hearing this, Butler Ling hesitated for a moment.
If it were the previous Ying Zijin, she shouldn't have been involved in this kind of thing.
But she is still the number one genius in the field of ancient medicine, and the Ling family is already climbing the social ladder.
"Young Master was slightly injured while sparring with other guards in the Court of Justice," Butler Ling said. "However, the Master and Madam have already invited a renowned physician to examine him, and he is fine."
"Judging from your appearance, you're not just slightly injured," Ying Zijing said calmly. "I'll go check on you."
"Miss Ying!" Butler Ling exclaimed anxiously, raising his hand to stop her.
But in that instant, he felt his whole body go numb and he couldn't use his internal energy.
By the time he regained his mobility, the girl had already gone from the hall into the inner room.
The servants of Ling Chonglou's faction all knew Ying Zijing, so they naturally wouldn't stop her.
Butler Ling hurriedly followed, not even having time to think about what had just happened.
Unlike other ancient martial arts and medical families, the Ling family's houses are designed in a modern style, with a simple and luxurious feel, giving people a very comfortable feeling.
In Jiang Ran's bedroom.
Ling Chonglou, Jiang Huaping, and Ling Mianxi were all present.
The three people sat on the edge of the bed, their expressions solemn.
Jiang Ran lay on the bed, his head wrapped in several layers of gauze.
The bleeding had stopped, but the horrifying crimson was still visible.
"Master, Madam, I have stabilized the young master's condition." The ancient physician wiped away his sweat and removed the gold needles. "But his head suffered a severe impact, and whether he will wake up is still unknown."
Jiang Huaping's voice was very soft, and tears immediately fell down her cheeks: "An unknown?"
"That depends on his will to live." The ancient doctor was also troubled. "Madam, my medical skills are not good enough, I am ashamed."
Ancient doctors are only one percent as numerous as ancient martial artists; the most skilled ancient doctors are all occupied by the powerful families in the ancient martial arts world.
For a medium-sized family like the Ling family, it's already quite good to have a group of resident ancient doctors.
If it were an ancient doctor from the Heavenly Medicine Sect, he could easily revive Jiang Ran.
Jiang Huaping is such a strong person. Even though she doesn't know any ancient martial arts, she dares to face the enemy alone.
Ying Zijing had met Jiang Huaping so many times, and she was always smiling, even when she was injured.
But now, she is crying.
Ying Zijing stepped forward and asked again, "What happened?"
“I’ll go to the Judicial Hall guard team to pick him up tonight.” Ling Mianxi slowly exhaled. “The level 5 guards who are on good terms with him all told me that they haven’t seen him since lunch.”
The judicial office provides meals and accommodation, as well as holidays.
Each guard is entitled to one day off per week.
Tomorrow is Jiang Ran's day off, so she'll go pick him up.
“I asked several people, and finally I found a manager who said he was practicing martial arts in the back mountain. So I went over to take a look.” Ling Mianxi said in a low voice, “He was lying on the ground, and the blood on his head had congealed.”
“I dared not move him, for fear of aggravating his injuries, so I could only call two traditional Chinese medicine doctors from home to carry him back.”
Just by listening, Ying Zijing knew how serious Jiang Ran's injuries were.
She paused, rolled up her sleeves, and sat down: "Aunt Jiang, Uncle Ling, let me take a look at him."
Jiang Huaping then realized there was another person in the room. She looked up abruptly, astonished: "Zijin, you—"
Upon hearing this, the ancient physician jumped up immediately: "Miss Ying? You are Miss Ying?!"
What merit or ability does he possess to be able to see the number one genius in the ancient medical field here?
After disinfecting her hands with alcohol, Ying Zijing said, "Needle."
The ancient doctor quickly handed over a new box of gold and silver needles.
He watched intently as the girl inserted one gold needle after another, trying to determine which acupoint it was.
But in the end, the girl inserted the needles so quickly that the ancient doctor was dazzled and became dizzy.
But this acupuncture technique reminded the ancient doctors of the records in books.
He exclaimed in surprise, "Miss Ying used the Thirteen Ghost Needles?"
The Thirteen Ghost Needles are the ultimate technique of the Heavenly Physician Sect.
"Hmm." Ying Zijing said calmly, "I haven't used it in a long time, so I'm not very familiar with it."
After she finished administering the acupuncture, she took out two pills and had Ling Chonglou feed them to Jiang Ran.
Thirty minutes later, Ying Zijin removed the needle.
A few minutes later, Jiang Ran slowly opened his eyes.
When he saw the light again, he still felt a little unreal.
Jiang Ran looked at Ling Chonglou, then at Ying Zijin, and asked blankly, "My two fathers?"
Ling Mianxi breathed a sigh of relief.
If someone can be funny, it means they're mentally sound.
Ling Chonglou's voice softened, becoming gentle and deep: "Who did it? Tell Dad."
Jiang Ran finally came to his senses.
But he kept his mouth shut and didn't say a word.
Ling Chonglou said patiently, "Don't worry about anything else, just tell your father."
Jiang Ran still wouldn't say anything.
Ying Zijin looked at him and said, "Tell me, who did it?"
Jiang Ran opened his mouth, lowered his head, and reluctantly said, "Qiao family, Qiao Dong."
"The Qiao family?" Ling Chonglou didn't mind Jiang Ran's quick retreat. He frowned. "The Qiao family that's affiliated with the Fan family?"
The Fan family is a prominent family in the ancient martial arts world.
Although they can't compare to the Lin, Xie, and Yue families, they're still in the top ten.
Jiang Ran nodded sullenly: "Yeah, he's eighty years old, I can't beat him."
Jiang Huaping laughed in anger after hearing this: "Eighty years old? You're bullying my son who's not even twenty yet. Does the Qiao family have any shame?"
Generally, older martial arts practitioners do not interfere in the affairs of younger generations.
Apart from the Xie family, no one really dares to mess with the Xie family.
Ying Zijing asked again, "Why did he hit you?"
"It's...it's the arena match this weekend." Jiang Ran's voice was very soft. "The guard I fought was named Qiao Ting, Qiao Dong's nephew. Qiao Dong wanted me to withdraw from the arena match so that his nephew could win. I didn't agree, so he said he would beat me to a pulp."
Jiang Huaping's fingers trembled with anger: "His nephew must be in his fifties or sixties, right?"
Jiang Ran nodded again.
Ying Zijin nodded slightly, her expression remaining calm: "Okay, I understand."
Ling Mianxi slowly stood up, her fingers clenched, her gaze cold and fierce: "Qiao Dong, is that right? I'll go kill him!"
She was pampered growing up, and so was Jiang Ran.
Jiang Ran has been somewhat lawless since childhood.
But he was kind by nature and had never suffered such an injury before.
"Mianxi!" Jiang Huaping pulled her and said seriously, "Mianxi, you can't go. Too many people are watching you. You absolutely cannot go openly."
"Yes, sister." Jiang Ran coughed a few times. "I'm fine with a few injuries, but what will happen to the Ling family if something happens to you?"
"What else? Just watch you get beaten up? I can't swallow that." Ling Mianxi frowned. "But you make sense. I can't go openly. I'll go secretly."
Ying Zijing crossed her arms: "Yes, I'll go with you, secretly."
Ling Chonglou: "..."
Jiang Huaping: "..."
Jiang Ran: "???"
What the heck?
“We still need to go to the Qiao family.” Ling Chonglou stood up. “None of you should go. I’ll go and take a look.”
Jiang Huaping's expression changed, and she grabbed his clothes: "Chonglou."
"It's alright," Ling Chonglou reassured him. "Xiao Hua, I'll be fine."
Ling Chonglou led his steward, Ling, out.
The atmosphere in the bedroom remained heavy.
Jiang Huaping sighed, stood up, and went to the kitchen next door to prepare food.
After taking a sip of water, Jiang Ran said sullenly, "Dad Ying, the reason my mom stopped my dad is because there's too much infighting in our family. Didn't you notice that every time you come, my dad always lets you in through the side door?"
Ying Zijing narrowed her eyes slightly: "I've discovered it."
“The other direct descendants are just waiting to seize on my father’s mistakes so they can bring him down.” Jiang Ran pursed his lips. “The Qiao family and the Ling family are equally powerful, but they have the backing of the Fan family, so their status is even higher.”
"Alright, stop talking." Ling Mianxi stood up. "Get some rest. Your sister's got your back."
Jiang Ran was deeply moved: "Sister, I want to..."
Don't even think about it.
"..."
**
The Qiao family.
Ling Chonglou and his guards barged in.
"So it's Chonglou." The Qiao family head narrowed his eyes and stood up. "Why have you suddenly come to my Qiao family today? Is there something you need?"
"But you came in with such a fierce attitude, you don't seem like a guest at all."
"You know perfectly well why I'm here," Ling Chonglou said calmly. "Is it fun for an eighty-year-old to bully a twenty-year-old?"
The head of the Qiao family didn't take it to heart: "How can you call it bullying? Aren't the guards of the Judicial Hall allowed to spar with each other? Qiao Dong was just giving your son some pointers, and you're still holding a grudge?"
Ling Chonglou's voice turned cold: "Give me guidance? You're asking for death!"
He was incredibly fast; in the next second, he grabbed the head of the Qiao family by the collar.
The head of the Qiao family was startled, but remained calm on the surface.
“Ling Chonglou, you didn’t consider one thing at all when you attacked me.” He smiled calmly, “Back then, when you married an ordinary person, the elders of your Ling family were already dissatisfied with you.”
"Not to mention, how much infighting has your Ling family engaged in? And how many people are eyeing your position as head of the family?"
Ling Chonglou's expression instantly turned icy.
"Why don't you guess whether you can still hold onto your position as head of the family if you really make a move against the Qiao family?" The Qiao family head laughed wildly. "Without your position as head of the family, can you, a mere half-step ancient martial arts master, still protect Jiang Huaping?"
Jiang Huaping is also quite famous.
The fact that she became the matriarch of the Ling family as an ordinary person already surprised other ancient martial arts families.
In particular, her appearance was exceptionally beautiful, making her a rare beauty even in the world of ancient martial arts.
Ancient martial artists were accustomed to burning, killing, and looting, and continued ancient practices, which constituted a completely patriarchal system where women had a low status.
Let alone the Xie family, even other ancient martial arts families would use coercion to take back any woman they fancied.
Unless one possesses inherent strength, like Ying Zijin or Ling Mianxi.
But Jiang Huaping is just an ordinary person.
Ling Chonglou took a deep breath, his hands bulging with veins.
"Chonglou, patience brings peace." The Qiao family head noticed the change in his emotions and spoke calmly, "Without sufficient power, one can only endure. Don't you agree?"
“Yes, not bad.” Ling Chonglou also smiled, but his smile was cold and ruthless. “I don’t need to choose a day to beat you up.”
The head of the Qiao family frowned: "What did you say?"
Before he could react, Ling Chonglou slapped him across the face.
The slap was extremely forceful, and the Qiao family head's mind was buzzing.
And then, another slap landed.
Ling Chonglou only released Qiao the family head after he slapped him until he vomited blood.
He turned and strode away.
The head of the Qiao family lay on the ground, furious and slurring his words, "Ling Chonglou, you're going to be finished!"
Wait, he's going to leak all this information to the other direct descendants of the Ling family, so that Ling Chonglou will be forced to step down from the Ling family!
He wanted to see how arrogant Ling Chonglou would be in front of him then!
**
On the other side of the Qiao family's property.
Qiao Dong drank a lot of wine because he was happy.
He was drunk and grabbed Qiao Ting's shoulder: "Xiao Ting, you must make your uncle proud. In the arena competition the day after tomorrow, Jiang Ran will not be able to fight you. You will definitely be able to successfully advance to level four."
Qiao Ting is fifty years old this year.
However, he cannot be called a genius, because his ancient martial arts cultivation is only about thirty-five years old, and he has been stuck for a long time.
Although Jiang Ran only caught up in the last two years, he is far superior to Qiao Ting in terms of actual combat ability.
After all, he had been brutally beaten by Fu Yunshen.
"Uncle, don't worry." Qiao Ting was also very happy. "I will definitely not let you down."
He hesitated, then added, "But what if the Ling family retaliates after you beat Jiang Ran like that today?"
"Retaliation?" Qiao Dong scoffed. "Don't you know the state of the Ling family? If Ling Chonglou dares to retaliate, he can forget about becoming the head of the family."
Qiao Ting was relieved to hear this.
After sending Qiao Dong back, he returned to his room.
Qiao Dong sat in the chair, intending to read some military books before going to sleep.
But as soon as he opened the book, a hand grabbed his collar from behind and lifted him up.
With a "thump," he was slammed against the wall, his body flipped over.
Under the light, the girl's face looked cold.
(End of this chapter)
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