In the town below Thunder Drum Mountain, Gu Hui had come once again to offer free consultations.
"Are you the Medicine Immortal?"
Gu Hui was suddenly interrupted by a voice. Frowning, he looked up—and well, well, an acquaintance. Wasn't this Ye Erniang?
"You? You want a consultation too?
"If it's you, the consultation fee won't be cheap."
Ye Erniang frowned. "Heh, why?"
"Because you're a martial artist. I never treat martial artists for free."
Ye Erniang shook her head. "I'm not here for a consultation. I want to ask where my child is.
"As long as you tell me, I'm willing to be your servant for the rest of my life."
"All right, everyone, this lady has something urgent to discuss today. I'll diagnose you tomorrow instead.
"Take these numbers and line up according to them tomorrow. I'll see you first."
"Haha, little brother, go handle your business. We're in no hurry; they're only minor ailments."
"That's right, that's right. You have such a kind heart, little brother. We're already endlessly grateful that you're willing to treat poor folk like us. How could we hold up your important business?"
Hearing that, Gu Hui rose and gave them a bow in apology.
Then he led Ye Erniang out of town.
"Fine. First tell me: that little brat I saved from you—where did you snatch him from?"
Ye Erniang hesitated for a moment before saying, "I don't know, but I suspect he was Madam Ma Kang Min's child.
"I saw Kang Min from afar at the time. At first, it didn't seem like anything, but after I passed by, I found a child. There were strangulation marks on his neck then."
"Num—cough, cough..."
Gu Hui, who had just taken a sip of water, immediately sprayed it all out, splashing Ye Erniang's face.