"So... how much dirt do you have on them?"
Shen Tang gave the question some serious thought.
Before meeting Gongyang Yongye, she'd never considered that men's health could be useful for this. He used his superb medical skills to solve patients' problems, then his slightly less impressive martial arts to make sure they didn't dare kill him to keep him quiet. She said, "You must never have had to deal with a patient's family causing trouble in your career."
Who would dare raise a fuss over medical malpractice with Gongyang Yongye?
The old geezer might have retired into a state of dejection and idleness, but he surely hadn't been easy to deal with in his prime. Shen Tang wasn't just pulling that out of thin air. The old geezer habitually wielded a long saber, and the weapons favored by Martial Gall Warriors tended to reflect their owners' temperaments and ways of doing things. What sort of easygoing, harmless person could wield a weapon like that to its full potential?
"What dirt? That's a nasty way to put it."
It was clearly his superb medical skill that had helped patients fulfill their dreams.
"Do you really think I'm the sort of petty man who holds a favor over people's heads?"
As he'd said before—
He wasn't some young man with a rotten reputation!
Shen Youli was judging a gentleman by the standards of a scoundrel!
"I understand, I understand."
Shen Tang didn't expose the old geezer's little fig leaf.
She didn't want him to fly into a rage and start arguing with her.
Gongyang Yongye had barely joined them before Shen Tang spread the news. The morale of the southwestern states took a heavy blow, and the strength of their resistance across the region visibly waned. She sighed, "People who've lived