Yu Chenghuan instinctively pressed her wound. Seeing her father's stubborn gaze, she said, "Those who don't want Father to get better."
If it weren't for the people Qing Yi Bai found risking their lives to escort her this time, she might have already been thrown off a cliff. Now, she had only sustained minor injuries.
"Good, exceedingly good!"
Yu Wenji laughed in anger. The fury aggravated his old ailment, and he suddenly began to cough violently.
A secret guard brought warm water. Yu Chenghuan helped Yu Wenji up. Yu Wenji drank a full cup of water before his coughing finally subsided.
Yu Chenghuan opened the medicine bottle, poured out a pill, and handed it to Yu Wenji. "Father, one pill a day. This is today's medicine."
Yu Wenji took the medicine and put it directly into his mouth. He tilted his head back, and the pill slid down his throat.
"Huan'er, you've worked hard!"
Looking at his pampered daughter now running errands for him and even getting injured in the process, Yu Wenji's heart ached. He, Yu Wenji, felt he had done nothing to betray the court. No matter how wary Yu Wenyi was of him, he had diligently defended the border, never harboring any thought of rebellion. Yet, that Yu Wenyi was so narrow-minded, sinister, and vicious. Unable to defend the land himself, he feared criticism and gossip, and also feared Yu Wenji harboring disloyal intentions. Thus, he resorted to such despicable means, which was utterly shameless.
Yu Wenji's eyes filled with a bloody hue, his hatred burning like a raging fire.
Yu Chenghuan shook her head and softly replied, "No."
...
The fifteenth of March.
Early spring.
Light rain.
The gates of Medicine King Valley were wide open.
Nan Shiying descended the mountain with the disciples of the Qing generation.
Bamboo rafts transported people back and forth.
Nan Shiying leaned against a crooked tree, watching the old man interrogating a hapless soul about medical and pharmaceutical knowledge. He called it testing the disciples' proficiency, but in reality, he was just bored and looking for some amusement.
The waterway leading into Medicine King Valley was too narrow, hence the use of bamboo rafts. As the rafts could not transport too many people at once, they had to make multiple trips.
Twenty-odd people, ferried in seven or eight trips.
It lacked any prestige.
Medicine King Valley's entrance style was even less impressive than that of the楼主 of Ten Thousand Grottoes Pavilion.
The place for consultations was Half-Day Abyss, outside the wooden house where Qing Yi Bai lived. The sound of water gurgled nearby, and misty mountains appeared and disappeared. Not far from the wooden house, a crowd of patients seeking medical help had already gathered, but there was no noise. Even the air carried the fresh scent of morning grass.
Qing Yi Bai had already arranged the tables in a line, over a dozen tables placed side-by-side. The Qing generation disciples were seated in order. This time, accompanying the Qing generation disciples for the consultations were Nan Shiying, Poison Elder, the Fourth Elder, and Ji Cheng.
The Fourth Elder sat at the very back, while Ji Cheng stood beside him. Poison Elder moved a lounge chair out of the house and reclined comfortably.
"Xiao Luan, over here!"
The Fourth Elder beckoned to Nan Shiying with a smile.
Nan Shiying glanced at the old man, then smiled at the Fourth Elder. "Martial Uncle-Grandfather, I want to go back to the inn where I was staying first."
Upon hearing this, the Fourth Elder blinked. Although she was curious as to why she needed to go back, she still waved her hand at her. "Go ahead, go ahead. There's nothing pressing here, no need to rush back. It's fine to wander around."
Ji Cheng: "..."
"Okay!"
Nan Shiying nodded obediently, greeted the old man, and then headed towards the inn.