Su Shi Yilu hadn't expected Jimò Qiu to be the one who came.
He hadn't had much dealings with him.
The few times they'd interacted had been when they ran into each other on the road and exchanged greetings.
Compared to Gongxi Chou, who acted like he had eyes on top of his head, Jimò Qiu was indeed easy to get along with for an older brother. He was also a shamanic physician, and the clinic he'd opened in Fengluo was quite famous among the powerful and wealthy. Some of the influential people Su Shi Yilu knew liked to seek out the young man for their unspeakable troubles. You got what you paid for. His fees weren't cheap, but his medical skills were superb; his medicine cured whatever it was given for.
After witnessing the abilities of those Xinglin Physicians, Su Shi Yilu's attitude toward doctors had shifted from contempt to respect. Martial Gall Warriors spent their days fighting and killing; perhaps one day they'd need a doctor to keep them alive. Wouldn't offending one be Seeking Death?
"Greetings, Jimò Young Master."
Jimò Qiu nodded in return. "Greetings, General Chi Wu."
Su Shi Yilu glanced past Jimò Qiu and was a little disappointed. Jimò Qiu had brought only a hundred or so people, more than thirty of them military physicians. That didn't match his expectations. "Did you bring only this many people, Young Master? What orders did our lord give you?"
"His Highness ordered me to deal with the polluted water."
The military physicians had come to provide assistance.
Su Shi Yilu hadn't expected that answer. "The polluted water? Can the High Priest deal with water that's been tampered with?"
He was a shrewd man; even the way he addressed Jimò Qiu had changed.
"Mm. I have some confidence."
Su