The Foul-Mouthed Little Girl

The freckled girl's voice became hoarse, losing its usual crispness.

For a moment, she forgot her arm was broken and abruptly stood up.

Her body swayed, her left leg suddenly unable to support her, and she was about to fall face-first into the bowl of vegetables.

Lu Wu-bing frowned deeply and took a swift step forward.

Using his finger like a sword, he gently tapped her shoulder, then pressed her back down.

"Your arm is broken, so rest properly... Let me take a look. No, your left leg seems broken too."

In his past life, Lu Wu-bing was a seasoned office worker who had weathered many storms. He was skilled at manual labor and coding, but healing the sick was certainly not his forte.

However, this body had been taught some pharmacology and acupuncture techniques by his father, a renowned physician, since childhood. He had even cultivated the unique medical art of the [Six Yang Divine Needles] for eight years, giving him a solid foundation.

Although he, as a pampered young master, wouldn't normally treat patients at their family's clinic.

Through constant exposure, he had seen many difficult and complicated cases.

Lu Changfeng would sometimes recount his proudest cases as topics of conversation over tea and meals.

To Lu Wu-bing, who wasn't particularly interested in medicine back then, these were just the ramblings of an old man.

But now, every time he recalled some of his father's teachings, he felt he was making great progress.

A few days ago, I would have thought I'd transmigrated. Now it seems it's not that simple.

Perhaps the time I transmigrated wasn't just ten days ago, but rather sixteen years ago.

It's just that I hadn't awakened the 'infant amnesia' before, and I didn't remember anything from my past life.

After awakening, both sets of memories, both sets of perspectives, and the knowledge and experience of two lifetimes all converged.

At the same time, it was also the superposition of two spiritual energies.

This thought flashed through Lu Wu-bing's mind.

He mused that this might be the origin of the legendary "innate wisdom."

It was said that some people were born with extraordinary talent and insight, which people speculated was a talent carried from the womb.

It was very likely similar to his own situation.

Otherwise, it couldn't explain why his spiritual energy was more vigorous and powerful than that of ordinary people.

At least, it was much stronger than Senior Sister Xiaolan's.

He wasn't an idiot.

Although Senior Sister Xiaolan liked to brag about how easy and effortless it was for her to cultivate internal energy.

Having been together for so long, Lu Wu-bing had already observed.

Senior Sister Xiaolan actually spent less than half the time he did cultivating internal energy.

It wasn't that she wasn't diligent, but her spiritual energy could only sustain the circulation of internal energy for so long.

Any longer, and she couldn't keep it up.

"Let me see your injuries."

Lu Wu-bing felt no ill will towards the freckled girl, only a sense of pity.

This girl probably didn't know that his Senior Sister Xuan Yi had already perished at the hands of mountain bandits.

She might have escaped when the bandits attacked and gotten separated from his Senior Sister. Then, as per their prior agreement, she traveled alone through Hengshan, only to be captured by a flower thief as soon as she left the mountains.

How bitter was her fate?

If not for a chance encounter, where Xiaolan wanted to stop at a roadside shop to gather information.

Her fate could only be imagined, it would have been utterly tragic.

As he spoke, Lu Wu-bing pulled up the freckled girl's sleeve, revealing an arm as white and tender as a lotus root.

Lu Wu-bing looked at her elbow and breathed a sigh of relief.

It was just a dislocation, thankfully.

If the bone had been broken, it would have been much harder to treat.

"Don't touch me."

The freckled girl's eyes widened. Being touched on her arm like that, she was filled with both shame and anger.

Ouyang Lan was displeased.

She had been unhappy for a long time... This person was so boisterous and had such a foul mouth.

And now, her junior brother saved her and was kindly trying to treat her injuries, yet she dared to scold him.

Unbelievable.

"What kind of unparalleled beauty do you think you are? So full of yourself... And 'don't touch me,' what's with that? Don't you see someone is trying to treat you?"

Saying that, she reached out and pinched the area around the freckled girl's ear, where the skin had an unusual color and was wrinkled.

Tear...

A thin mask, torn like paper.

"Huh!"

A gasp came from all around.

"I knew it, so she was wearing a mask.

That flower-picking scoundrel, Blood Butterfly, though fierce and cruel, known for crushing flowers with his bare hands, he always targets beauties...

I was wondering earlier why a woman who looked incredibly ugly and pockmarked could scold him into not daring to act rashly, and he didn't immediately make a move.

Turns out, some people are simply too good-looking to bear hurting."

"Yeah, yeah. With the young lady's looks, she'd have plenty of people crying and begging to serve her just walking down the street, hoping for a chance to get close."

"Don't even think about it. With such looks and such grace, people would believe she was raised in the imperial palace since childhood.

You country bumpkins are lucky enough to even look at her a few more times."

The rough men, having drunk a few cups of cheap liquor, habitually couldn't control their mouths, and were there, commenting and judging.

Suddenly, there were exclamations.

It's no wonder they hadn't seen much of the world.

Truly, the true appearance of the pockmarked girl was astonishing.

Her face was luminous like the moon, with delicate brows and a small mouth, her brow slightly furrowed.

Her pitiable appearance was enough to break one's heart.

Even her apricot-colored robe, dirty and obscuring its original color, looked like a rainbow-colored garment.

It can only be said that no matter the era, it's a world that judges by looks.

If you're not good-looking, even in custom-tailored designer clothes, you'll look like a monkey in a crown, making people feel utterly ridiculous.

If you're truly good-looking.

You could wear a burlap sack and still exude the aura of an international supermodel.

Inspiring envy.

It seems that even this little girl, not yet sixteen, already possessed that charm.

Of course, that's assuming she doesn't speak.

Lu Wu-bing glanced at the girl in surprise, then he heard her speak.

"Look, look, all of you short, ugly, pig-faced losers. Where are your eyes? If you want to look, go home and look at your mothers."

"You..."

The many diners in the shop heard this, steam rising from their heads. Clearly, they were so angered they turned red.

If not for Lu Wu-bing's sharp and swift swordsmanship earlier, the imposing display of him castrating the flower-picking scoundrel with one sword still lingered.

They would have charged forward and argued with the little girl, cursing her for being unable to take care of herself.

The little girl swept her phoenix eyes around, her face filled with disdain.

That contempt was palpable.

Especially infuriating.

She seemed to know not to offend the doctor.

This time, she secretly glanced at Lu Wu-bing, not daring to curse him anymore.

Instead, she turned her firepower on the others.

She pressed her advantage mercilessly.

"Lost your nerve, huh? If I were insulted like this, I'd naturally charge forward and fight.

But what about you? You clearly recognized that flower-picking thief earlier, but you didn't dare to attack him, only watching him escape.

You all carry swords and are burly, and many of you are skilled in martial arts, so why do you have the guts of a mouse?

No, comparing you to a mouse would be underestimating the mouse; you're simply a bunch of spineless cowards."

"Aiya!"

Everyone in the shop was so angry their spirits were leaping and their insides were burning.

Some even had red eyes.

They gripped their weapons, making creaking sounds.

Ouyang Lan was a bit stunned. For some reason, her slight resentment towards the young lady before her had quietly dissipated.

At least, when the other party cursed the two of them, she wasn't as harsh.

It seemed she had shown some restraint.

"Aren't you afraid they'll beat you to death talking like that?"

"I'm not afraid. Big Sister will protect me, right?"

The young girl gave a sly smile.

It was as if the torrent of tears from before belonged to someone else entirely.

The transition between crying and laughing was so natural, it was impossible to tell if she was truly sad or not.

"Hmph, I don't know you."

"But I know you, Senior Sister. And this handsome Junior Brother, you'll definitely help me, right? Even if it's not for my sake, it'll be for my aunt's sake."

"Who's your aunt?"

Lu Wu-bing was bewildered. He was certain he had never met this young girl before. His original body had always stayed in Jiangzhou, rarely interacting with people from the martial world.

"Senior Sister Ouyang knows. My aunt even taught her a few free-style moves, which are my family's direct lineage."

Clearly, the little girl had guessed Ouyang Lan's identity.

"Let's go!"

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Lan quickly signaled to her Junior Brother.

The two of them, supporting the foul-mouthed young girl, fled at top speed.

Drinking, eating, all of it was completely forgotten.

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