"..." Lan Ruoting choked up, speechless. He had thought Niu Youdao had seen his signal and was deliberately holding Feng Ruonan in check.
Even if that was not the case, he was still puzzled. What did Niu Youdao mean by calling him sinister? Whose rotten idea had it been? The drug had already been administered—who exactly was the sinister one here?
Lan Ruoting had barely left when Shang Shuqing came again and asked tentatively, "Was it Mr. Lan who would not allow Daoist Master to treat my sister-in-law's men?"
"It was not that he would not allow it. Mr. Lan wanted to play matchmaker between Prince and Princess Consort..." Niu Youdao laid Lan Ruoting's intentions bare.
Shang Shuqing did not know whether to laugh or cry. Why did these men always think of such bad things? Still, it was not her place to comment on the matter. Returning to what she had come to ask, she said, "Daoist Master, your methods of treatment would be of immense benefit to soldiers fighting on the battlefield. Would it be convenient for you to teach them to us?"
Niu Youdao waved a hand dismissively. "It is nothing much. If you want to learn, find Monkey. He is better than I am at treating external injuries."
Many crafts in this world were never passed on to outsiders. Shang Shuqing had worried that he would cling to his old broom and treasure it, but she had not expected him to agree so readily. Overjoyed, she said, "Very well. On behalf of the countless soldiers, Qing'er thanks Daoist Master for this great kindness!"
For soldiers fighting on the battlefield, this was indeed no small matter. But to Niu Youdao, it was truly nothing. He said with a cheerful smile, "It is only a small matter. No