Ye Qingyun sneered, the wooden stick hanging at his side, his sleeve pressing down on his numb left hand.
"You, a quack doctor who roams the streets, dare to say I'm sick?"
Chu Tianxing put the medicine box down at his feet and raised his hand to tidy his hair, which had been ruffled by the wind.
What's wrong with folk healers?
He raised his chin.
Even a quack doctor has eyes. Your neck is blocked, your shoulder is weak, and your left hand is numb. Did you swallow the blood back last night?
Shuhe hurriedly pushed his way forward.
"You're talking nonsense! My young master is perfectly fine!"
Chu Tianxing glanced at him.
"Good?"
He clicked his tongue.
"If your young master is truly so kind, why did his index finger lag behind his ring finger by half a beat when he extended his left hand just now?"
Ye Qingyun's face darkened.
Liu Laosan stared at Ye Qingyun's left hand, his brows furrowing even lower.
" Ye Qingyun, put the stick down."
Ye Qingyun did not release it.
He looked at Liu Laosan.
" Instructor Liu, you believe this person too?"
Liu Laosan said, "Whether I believe it or not is irrelevant."
He glanced at Ye Qingyun's left sleeve.
"You know whether your hand is numb or not."
Chu Tianxing continued speaking.
"The heat is flowing backwards, reaching your throat. If you practice like this for three more days, half of your body will be under someone else's control."
Some people in the crowd were whispering among themselves.
"Are you really sick?"
"He smashed the stakes so hard yesterday, I hope he didn't get hurt?"
"Scholars who practice martial arts are inherently deficient in qi and blood."
Shuhe blushed with anxiety.
"Shut up, all of you!"
"My young master is not sick!"
Ye Qingyun looked at Chu Tianxing, his lips taut with tension.
You want to use me to make a name for yourself?
Chu Tianxing scoffed.
"Do I need to borrow your fame?"
He reached out his hand.
"If you don't believe me, give me five coins first, and I'll take your pulse. If I can't cure you, I won't charge you a second time."
Ye Qingyun took a step forward.
"I told you, I'm not sick."
Chu Tianxing's hand was still outstretched.
"Don't believe me? Extend your left hand, and I'll take your pulse; then you'll know."
Ye Qingyun did not extend his hand.
Chu Tianxing deliberately poked at the sore spot.
"Scared?"
He tilted his head.
"It's normal to be afraid. Timid people are more prone to getting angry."
After those words, Ye Qingyun completely lost all semblance of dignity.
He threw a punch.
Chu Tianxing did not dodge.
A fist struck him squarely on the bridge of his nose.
He stumbled back two steps, his back slamming into a wooden post, and blood immediately started flowing from his nose.
There was silence for three breaths at the entrance of the martial arts school.
The grass stalk in Ma Liu's mouth fell to the ground.
"Goodness."
He looked at Ye Qingyun, then at Chu Tianxing.
"The talented scholar beats the doctor."
Chu Tianxing covered his crooked nose, his speech becoming slurred.
"Hitting someone is vulgar!"
Ye Qingyun's chest heaved, his right hand still clenched into a fist.
Chu Tianxing raised his other hand, still pointing at him.
"Enough. Saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda."
"Listen to me, your pulse..."
Ye Qingyun grabbed his collar.
"Shut up."
Chu Tianxing's nose bled down to the corner of his mouth, but he still didn't forget to curse.
"It's no use telling me to shut up."
You're really sick.
Shuhe pounced on Ye Qingyun and pulled him up.
"Young master, stop hitting him! Stop hitting him!"
He was so anxious his voice was almost breaking.
"You'll have to pay for it if you break it!"
Ma Liu and Liu Laosan stepped forward at the same time.
Liu Laosan grabbed Ye Qingyun's wrist.
Release them.
Ye Qingyun gritted his teeth.
He insulted me.
Chu Tianxing smiled, sporting a crooked nose.
"Your illness has nothing to do with insulting you."
"That's true."
Ma Liu pulled Chu Tianxing backward.
"Would it kill you to shut up?"
Chu Tianxing wiped the blood from his nose.
"This divine healer is worried about his death."
The porters watching were engrossed.
"This doctor really knows how to talk his way out of trouble."
"Your nose is crooked, and you're still being stubborn."
"He looks more like a martial arts practitioner than a talented scholar."
Chu Tianxing took a wad of cotton from the medicine box, stuffed it into his nose, and stuffed it into his nasal cavity.
" Ye Qingyun, five days at most."
Ye Qingyun's face was cold.
"How?"
"When you can't lift your left arm, you'll have to come begging to me."
Shuhe's face turned pale.
"Don't curse my young master."
Chu Tianxing picked up his medicine box, took a couple of steps, and then turned back.
I don't curse people.
After he finished speaking, he looked at Liu Laosan.
"I only see doctors."
Liu Laosan didn't say anything.
Chu Tianxing glanced at the porridge bucket again.
The martial arts school owes me a bowl of porridge.
He pointed to his nose.
"My nose is injured, I need some meat added."
In the back room of the teahouse, Boss Zhao pushed open the door and came in, his forehead covered in sweat.
"Your Highness, a fight has broken out."
Gu Moran put down his teacup, walked to the window, and lifted a corner of the window paper.
A crowd had already gathered at the entrance of Dragon Abyss Martial Arts School.
Ye Qingyun was separated by Liu Laosan and Ma Liu, and Shuhe's eyes turned red with anxiety.
Chu Tianxing, holding a bowl of porridge, his nose crooked, drank while cursing.
Uncle Fu stood behind Gu Moran.
"Your Highness, should we ask Liu Laosan to keep things under control?"
Gu Moran lowered the window paper.
"Need not."
Gu Moran sat back down and picked up her teacup.
I took a sip of tea.
"One of them is indestructible, and the other keeps hurling insults."
Uncle Fu looked at him.
What is Your Highness laughing at?
Gu Moran said, "I was thinking that the feng shui in the south of the city is good today."
Uncle Fu understood half of it.
Boss Zhao didn't understand and asked in confusion, "What's so good about it?"
Gu Moran looked out the window.
"Fortunately, the two troublemakers finally stopped liking each other."
The system panel in front of me lit up.
[System Notification: Ye Qingyun's daily fortune recovery rate has decreased by 0.3%.]
[System notification: Chu Tianxing's rebellious spirit has increased after being injured; he will not leave the south of the city on his own initiative in the short term.]
[System notification: The traction lines between the two Son of Destiny are interfering with each other.]
Gu Moran the rim of the cup with his fingertips.
Zhao Si.
Boss Zhao lowered his head.
"Your subordinate is here."
"Have someone spread the word about what happened today."
How do I send it?
"Tell the truth."
Boss Zhao was taken aback.
"Is telling the truth enough?"
Gu Moran nodded.
"The talented scholar from Jizhou slapped the poor doctor's nose, causing it to bleed, and the doctor insisted he was ill."
Uncle Fu coughed.
"If this gets out, Ye Qingyun's reputation won't look good."
Gu Moran looked at him.
Hitting a doctor doesn't sound good.
Boss Zhao then asked, "What about Chu Tianxing?"
"Give him some face."
How to keep it?
"They say he's a doctor with a kind heart; even after taking a punch, he still insisted on taking Ye Qingyun's pulse."
Boss Zhao's eyes lit up.
"That way, the poor will think he's a good doctor."
Gu Moran said, "Scholars will think he's ungrateful, martial arts practitioners will think he's foul-mouthed, but patients will think he's skilled."
Uncle Fu said in a low voice, "Each gets what they deserve."
Gu Moran put down his teacup.
"No."
He smiled.
"They each have their own insults."
Shuhe's voice came from outside.
" Physician Chu, wait!"
Chu Tianxing stopped under the locust tree and looked back at him.
"What? Pay for my nose for your young master?"
Shuhe clutched his sleeve, his face full of embarrassment.
My young master is furious today.
He kept his head down.
He's not usually like this.
Chu Tianxing switched the medicine box to his other hand.
I don't care what he's like normally.
Shuhe's lips moved slightly.
"You just said that you won't be able to lift your left arm in five days, is that true?"
Chu Tianxing stared at him.
Do you want to hear the truth or something nice?
Shuhe swallowed.
"The truth."
"The truth is, he's stopped training now and begged me to help him calm down within three days so he can keep his hand."
Shuhe's face paled even more.
What if he doesn't listen?
Chu Tianxing sneered.
"After three days, my shoulder went numb; after five days, I couldn't lift it."
He carried his medicine kit and walked towards the free clinic tent.
If you force your luck again seven days later, your right hand will also suffer.
Ganye Temple.
Rainwater pattered on the bluestone steps.
Gu Moli lifted her skirt and walked down the last step. Her embroidered shoes stepped into puddles, the edges of which were covered in mud, but she continued walking.
The old nun chased after him, holding an umbrella that swayed in the wind.
"Your Highness, it's raining, why are you in such a hurry?"
Gu Moli stopped, pressing her left thumb against the web of her right hand.
There's an old scar there.
The rain seeped into my sleeves, and the coolness was quite noticeable.
"Don't worry, Master."
She turned back and smiled, her eyes sweet and gentle.
"Having requested permission from the Emperor, Moli, upon hearing of her elder brother's wedding, was overcome with longing for her family and has returned to the palace ahead of schedule."
The old nun's lips moved.
"But the Emperor appointed you to a temple for quiet contemplation precisely because..."
"Whether it's to calm me down or to let me avoid the turmoil, I am still my father's beloved and unique Princess Anle."
She pressed her fingers against the old scar again, and smiled even more sweetly.
Who in the whole world can truly restrain me?