Bai Fei burst into the barracks like a hothead: "Mr. Bo, it’s not good..."
Bao Gucheng raised his head coolly: "It’s you who are not good. I’m doing just fine."
"Cough cough cough, damn, sir, you’re awake?" Bai Fei was surprised and then particularly smug,
"Is it the ancestral wild ginseng I brought you that’s so effective? It’s eight hundred years old, just a bit on the tongue could revive the dead, make them shine with life again haha..."
Outside the door, Elder Yang and others perked up their ears: What? The master woke up thanks to the wild ginseng brought by Mr. Bai? That village girl must have taken advantage of the situation and fooled Mr. Bo!
They suddenly felt quite aggrieved and didn’t want to leave.
Zuzi squeezed the ginseng on the table, her little mouth curling: "Eight hundred years? In eight hundred years, it should have transford already, yet it’s so weak? In my opinion, it hasn’t even been eighty years, not even worthy of being used as fertilizer for my ancestor."
As his family’s wild ginseng was being taken for granted, Bai Fei was just about to retort.
When he realized it was Zuzi, he imdiately changed his tone: "Yes, yes, yes, Little Fairy! You’re right, this worthless thing is useless, must’ve been a mix-up by the servants. Little Fairy, if you need fertilizer, I’ll take you to the Bai Family’s herb warehouse to pick whatever you like, eight hundred year ginseng, thousand-year lingzhi, you na it!"
Ah ah ah, if he had known the Little Fairy was here, he would have co over to Mr. Bo sooner, instead of ssing around aimlessly with wounded soldiers, almost missing the chance to chat with the Little Fairy.
As Bai Fei was fawning, he didn’t realize a certain master’s face had darkened: "I called you here to dicate the wounded, what are you doing here?"
Bluntly issuing the order to leave, this is none of your damn business, get lost.
Bai Fei rembered the reason he ca to report: "No, Mr. Bo, I’ve been using the Bai Family’s heart-saving pills to keep those brothers struck by lightning alive, but they still can’t hold on, it’s not working..."
The heavenly thunder was too strong, no dicine could save them.
Bao Gucheng had awakened himself, but the brothers who ca with him remained unconscious, his relaxed brow furrowed tightly again: "Even with the best dicine, it’s no use?"
Bai Fei assured: "The Bai Family’s heart-saving pills are definitely the best on the market, I flew a whole box from the capital at any cost for you guys!"
Outside, a dejected Yang Buhui finally couldn’t help but speak up loudly: "Mr. Bo, since that vill... cough cough, Miss Xi’s dical skills are so brilliant, why not ask her to save these brothers struck by lightning!"
He had to expose the village girl’s trickery.
He couldn’t just leave with Mr. Bo misunderstanding and looking so downtrodden.
Otherwise, when he went back, everyone would be saying the people he couldn’t save, a village girl could, where would his reputation go?
Bao Gucheng’s face darkened further: "This is not your place to speak!"
Zuzi could save him, he didn’t understand the reasoning, but he knew she always treated him differently compared to others.
Moreover, if he had to let her use kissing to treat others, he absolutely couldn’t bear it.
Even if... they were his most important brothers.
He just... couldn’t bear it.
Seeing Bao Gucheng losing his temper, Zuzi glanced indifferently at the old experts outside, and smiled slightly: "Since you’re so sincerely asking the ancestor to treat them, the ancestor naturally can’t refuse. But, if I do heal them, what will you do in return?"
Praying to the gods, requires a price, you know.
Don’t bla the ancestor for not warning you.
Yang Buhui was determined to expose Zuzi’s true face.
At this mont, he didn’t think too much and readily agreed: "If Miss Xi does have the ability to heal those wounded, I, Yang, will put down my golden basin and never practice dicine again in this lifeti!"
Everyone: "..."
My God, Elder Yang is quite ruthless, making such a big decision?
As the dean of the Imperial University dical College, giving up dicine would an giving up a lifeti career, and countless money and honor that co with his dical skills.
Who would have thought.
Zuzi pondered for a bit, casually playing with her slender fingers, and said: "Whether you continue to practice dicine or not, what does it matter to others? Such a trivial matter is not worth the ancestor’s intervention."
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