Most wealthy families have a bit of superstition.
Especially with the old lady being so elder, having suffered while alive and now her blood being drawn after death, it’s so disrespectful!
Shi Anguo imdiately refused upon hearing this, "I warn you, it’s best if you confess obediently, otherwise don’t bla for sending soone to catch you."
"Who dares to touch her, just try?"
At this mont, a deep, incredibly textured male voice, like hundred-year-old wine brewing, laden with an irresistible authority, fell into everyone’s ears.
Everyone turned to look and saw a man with an enchanting face walk in. At that mont, everything around seed to lose its color for him.
Even Nianyang montarily forgot to breathe.
So beautiful.
Yes, just beautiful.
If not seen in person, it would be hard to believe that such a beautiful man could exist in this world, so marvelous.
The newcor wore a dark blue robe, his handso face and skin fairer than a woman’s, with a pair of azure blue eyes, deep like the vast ocean. His facial contours were not the powerful ones typical of a man but comprised very gentle lines, yet not at all effeminate, just perfectly balanced on him.
He was tall, nearly 1.9 ters, yet very slender, but with eyes that were sharp, and when he looked over, there was a particularly profound depth to them. He was very complex, clearly youthful in appearance, yet exuding an inexplicable world-weariness.
Who on earth was he?
Upon seeing the newcor, Elder Yu’s expression changed dramatically in an instant. Shi Anguo asked in a deep voice, "Who are you? Who allowed you to co into my ho unannounced!"
The man responded softly, "The fact that I can co is a blessing for your family."
Presumptuous!
The words were too arrogant!
Before Shi Anguo could retort, Elder Yu spoke respectfully, "Elder Wen, why have you co suddenly?"
Elder Wen?
So young, yet already an elder?
Moreover, an elder that even Elder Yu dares not offend!
Wait, Elder Wen, why does that sound so familiar!
"You, you are Elder Wen, the founder of the Traditional Chinese dicine Family, Wen Qingmu?" Shi Anguo’s expression suddenly beca respectful.
If it was Wen Qingmu, then indeed he had the right to be so arrogant.
Because he was legendary, like an Immortal!
The Traditional Chinese dicine Family was created single-handedly by him, his dical skills reaching heavenly realms. Clearly a man in his fifties, yet through his self-studied dicine regin, he maintained his youth day by day.
Ask all under heaven, who wouldn’t want his secret formulas?
But Wen Qingmu was very arrogant. He had many toxic formulas, and no one could do anything to him. He retreated into seclusion in the mountains eighteen years ago, announcing he would no longer diagnose or treat, handing the leadership of the Traditional Chinese dicine Family to Elder Yu.
Once, Wen Qingmu was the representative figure of the Traditional Chinese dicine Family.
Known by everyone, understood by all, but following his seclusion.
The Traditional Chinese dicine Family fell into Elder Yu’s hands, who did everything to make his na surpass Wen Qingmu’s, competing desperately.
The public can forget a person in even just a few days; eighteen years have passed, and people can no longer rember the myth of Wen Qingmu.
So thought he had died, or gone missing.
Yet now he’s returned, all the hidden and forgotten splendor instantly resurging back into the world.
Wen Qingmu gave Shi Anguo a faint glance, ignored everyone, and leisurely walked over to the old lady.
After a brief examination, he slightly curled his lips, "The acupuncture technique is good."
A silence settled over the area; it was precisely this acupuncture technique that caused the old lady’s death.
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