The Full-Leveled Healer Transmigrates to a Real and Fake Rich Daughter Story Chapter 119 Peerage

Chapter 119 Peerage

119 Peerage

Old Physician Li’s face darkened. He was furious at the word “quack.”

He said unhappily, “If Madam Hou doesn’t believe me, just find another famous doctor. I’ll take my leave first.”

Old Physician Li was secretly angry. He casually bowed to Madam Gu again and left with a flick of his sleeve. His medicine boy hurriedly followed with the medicine box.

Madam Gu wanted to stop him, but she felt embarra.s.sed and did not say anything. She rubbed her temples with a headache.

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The Li Medical Hall was a century-old medical hall. From the previous dynasty until now, their ancestors had been praised by Emperor Taizu.

Not only that, but Emperor Taizu also taught the Li family’s ancestors a way to use plaster to stabilize bone injuries, increasing the medical skills and reputation of the Li Medical Hall.

It could be said that Old Physician Li was the best doctor in the capital and was good at treating bone injuries.

Everyone said that there was really no hope for external injuries that the Li family could not treat.

Madam Gu was fl.u.s.tered, and her head hurt even more. Her temples throbbed, but Madam w.a.n.g was still crying loudly. “Mother, there are countless famous doctors in the capital. I don’t believe they can’t treat the Marquis’s hand…”

Madam w.a.n.g’s wet nurse comforted her gently and instructed the maidservants to quickly invite all the famous doctors in the capital back.

There was a commotion in the house.

Madam Gu also knew that she could not count on Madam w.a.n.g. She turned to look at Gu Yanfei and asked desperately, “Yanfei, you previously said that you have the true teachings of Spiritual Master Lingxiao and know medical skills. Why don’t you take a look at your Second Uncle’s injuries…”

She was always a little skeptical about Gu Yanfei’s medical skills. If this girl really saved Imperial Duke Wei, she should be able to cure her second uncle.

Madam w.a.n.g still did not know about this. She looked at the two of them in confusion and wiped her tears with a handkerchief. There were still a few tears hanging from her eyelashes.

“Do you trust me, Madam?” Gu Yanfei smiled happily. Her face tilted, and she leaned closer to Madam Gu, glancing in the direction of the green gauze cabinet.

What she meant was, did Madam Gu trust her enough to hand her son to her for treatment?

“…” Madam Gu’s expression froze slightly, not knowing what this girl was up to.

“What Spiritual Master Lingxiao taught me is the blessing technique.” Gu Yanfei’s smile widened. Her voice was neither fast nor slow, with a unique rhythm. “Madam, do you know what the blessing technique is?”

“As the saying goes, ‘If you believe it, it will come true. If you don’t believe it, it won’t.”

“It will come true if you trust it.”

“Otherwise, not only will this blessing be ineffective, but it will also backfire.”

“Madam, do you and the Marquis… trust me?”

As she spoke, she casually rolled a red hair band around her shoulder with her index finger, as if it were stained with a drop of blood.

The blessing technique had existed for a long time, and Madam Gu also knew about it. She had also heard this saying, “If you believe it, it will come true. If you don’t believe it, it won’t.”

Madam Gu stared straight at Gu Yanfei. Gu Yanfei kept smiling. As the young girl chatted and laughed, there was always a kind of frivolity that made people feel uncertain.

Madam Gu hesitated, her expression changing. Her hand, hidden in her wide sleeve, gripped the prayer beads tightly.

Her second son, Gu Jian, was suddenly seriously injured for no reason. Perhaps it was the siblings who did it. If that was the case, why would Gu Yanfei really save him? She might even deliberately do something bad and say that it was a backlash from the blessing technique…

“If you don’t want me to save you, I’ll leave first. It won’t stop Madam from crying for her son.” How could Gu Yanfei not see the other party’s dilemma? Her lips curled into a mocking smile.

As she spoke, Gu Yanfei stroked the pendant on her waist and stood up, not forgetting to call Gu Yuan over.

“Big Brother, Madam probably isn’t in the mood to welcome you today. Let’s go out to eat.”

Gu Yanfei held Gu Yuan’s arm and walked out affectionately, ignoring Madam Gu and Madam w.a.n.g’s reactions.

“Wait…” Madam Gu wanted to call the siblings, but just as she spat out a word, Gu Jian’s painful screams sounded from the jade cabinet again. His voice was a little hoa.r.s.e.

Madam Gu subconsciously looked at the jade cabinet again. In just a short moment, the siblings had already left through the curtain.

Only a swaying brocade curtain was left. The big red peony embroidered on the curtain was extremely dazzling.

After leaving Mingyi Courtyard, the cold wind blew against their faces. The siblings could no longer hear the screams behind them.

Only then did Gu Yanfei say in a low voice, “The bowstring has been tampered with. It should be the juice of the purple gra.s.s.”

When Gu Yanfei was previously weighing the rhinoceros horn bow, she could smell the scent of purple gra.s.s from the string. The juice of this purple gra.s.s was transparent and colorless. After smearing on the bowstring, it would destroy the toughness of the string. When someone pulled the bowstring hard, the bowstring would break the moment it was pulled to the limit.

By now, the sun was halfway down. The clouds in the western sky were dyed a dazzling, fiery red by the setting sun.

Gu Yuan was silent. He had already thought about many things in the past hour.

Not only did she think about the martial arts arena, but she also thought about the past eight years.

His thin chin lifted slightly against the stinging wind. “For the t.i.tle,” he said slowly.

Gu Yuan was not stupid. He knew what was at stake.

Back then, he did not object to his grandmother’s decision to give the t.i.tle to his second uncle.

At that time, he was only nine years old. He knew that once he lost the protection of his family, both Gu Yunrong and himself would die.

His t.i.tle was not a blessing.

He couldn’t keep the t.i.tle, so he gave it up.

Since he had given in, he would no longer keep an eye on the t.i.tle.

The cold wind blew his robe, making it dance in the wind. His straight and tall figure revealed a look of arrogance and confidence.

However, although he did not care, his second uncle did and was constantly on guard against him.