Traditionelle Chinesische Medizin

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The thought of a bloody welt appearing on his handsome face caused everyone's expression to change. The woman in red was merely being angry and willful, wanting to scare him with a whip, but he stood there blankly without flinching. A hint of apology flashed across her pretty face.

Even though she knew he could dodge it, Yang Nianqing couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

The corners of his mouth curved up.

At the same time, the tip of the whip droops down.

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The crowd gasped in astonishment; everyone was bewildered. This person hadn't moved an inch from head to toe, yet he was standing perfectly unharmed before them!

The woman in red on horseback already knew perfectly well—just as the whip was about to strike him, something seemed to fly by and hit the whip, the force and position perfectly controlled.

It's like a snake being struck at its vital spot.

She was both shocked and furious: "You!"

Li You blinked: "I'm having such good luck today, I'm afraid I can't afford to get beaten up."

After saying that, he glanced at Yang Nianqing, seemingly casually, sighed, and murmured, "So, the less beautiful a woman is, the more unreasonable she is."

The woman in red blushed instantly.

Yang Nianqing glared at him, feeling both annoyed and amused. He was doing it on purpose, saying such things to a willful girl; it was no wonder she was furious.

After a while.

The woman in red bit her lip: "I'm just being unreasonable, so what?"

With a "whoosh," she raised the whip again, but this time it wasn't aimed at him. Instead, it swept straight at the little beggar, who looked to be about ten years old and was watching the commotion.

Enraged by Li You's words, she became truly unreasonable.

Everyone immediately stepped back.

The little beggar had only come to watch the commotion; he never expected such a disaster to strike. As the whip whistled through the air, he turned ashen with fright and tried to run to the side, but his movements were too slow, and he fell to the ground.

He was a cripple!

Li You frowned, but then smiled.

This guy caused this mess himself, making a child get beaten up, and he can still laugh! Yang Nianqing was furious and glared at him fiercely: "Save him!"

He didn't move.

The expected scream rang out, filled with terror, but not a sound of distress; the little beggar remained unharmed, sitting on the ground.

The whip tip, however, was held in one person's hand.

The Tragedy of the Name in Volume Three: Asking About Love

Updated on Shuxiang Chinese Website: 2008-02-26 10:50:38 Word Count: 4830

Her earth-yellow clothes billowed up with the dust and sand, ethereal and aloof, like a chrysanthemum in the wind, with a faint fragrance wafting through the air.

It was him!

Yang Nianqing couldn't stop smiling.

Standing beside him was a young man in fine clothes and a golden crown, shaking his head and smiling – it was Nangong Xue.

Li You laughed and said, "Old Qiu rarely makes a move; this is truly an eye-opener."

He then walked over and patted Nangong Xue on the shoulder, chuckling bitterly in a low voice, "It's good that Brother Nangong is here, otherwise I really wouldn't know how to clean up the mess I've made."

Qiu Bailu glanced at him and said, "I've said it before, with you around, I become very timid."

Li You coughed and remained silent.

Nangong Xue suppressed a laugh and said in a low voice, "Getting her to listen is easy enough. Why don't you use your usual methods?"

Yang Nianqing sneered and turned her face away.

Li You muttered, "It's terrible to even talk about it, how could I dare to use it again?"

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Seeing the four of them talking and joking as if no one else was around, the woman in red lost face even more. She glared at Qiu Bailu and said angrily, "Who are you? What do you want?"

Qiu Bailu held the whip tip, standing there quietly, her ordinary face still bearing a faint expression: "I'm not doing anything, I just don't like watching people being beaten."

His voice was casual, but his eyes held a hint of disdain.

The woman in red looked at him with a slight sense of shame. She knew she was in the wrong, but she still couldn't let go of her pride: "I'm going to hit him anyway, what's it to you!"

"Your life isn't much more valuable than his."

That's even more infuriating.

"You!" Seeing him compare her to a beggar, the woman in red blushed and tried to pull the whip back, but he had already gripped the other end of the whip tightly and she couldn't move it at all.

"That's all the skill you've got," he said dismissively, his expression unchanged. "You're far from good enough to beat someone up."

He let go.

The woman in red was struggling to wrest the whip away when he suddenly let go. Due to the inertia, she lost her balance and fell backward. Fortunately, she knew martial arts and used the momentum to slap the horse's back, flipping in mid-air to land on the ground, thus avoiding embarrassment. Even so, she still stumbled back several steps before regaining her footing.

Immediately, she felt both ashamed and angry, staring at the four men speechless.

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Qiu Bailu ignored her and only glanced at the terrified little beggar at her feet before squatting down without saying a word and striking several acupoints on his body.

The dirty and torn pants were lifted up.

There was a red, swollen patch on my knee, like a ripe tomato, as if it were about to rot.

He frowned.

With a "snap"!

Amidst gasps of surprise, most of the surrounding audience immediately dispersed: Good heavens, was he saving someone or torturing them? He saved someone, but then he was about to break their leg.

With a wave of his hand, several silver needles were already embedded.

The acupoints on his legs were sealed, but he didn't feel any pain. The little beggar was terrified, his big black eyes filled with fear. He didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse, but he dared not make a sound.

In this day and age, I doubt anyone would care even if he were beaten to death.

Yang Nianqing felt extremely sorry for him, so she went over and squatted down, patting his head: "Good boy, don't be afraid, Uncle is healing your foot. Once it's healed, you can run like them."

Perhaps because she was usually carefree, upon hearing these comforting words, everyone, including Qiu Bailu, couldn't help but glance at her. It was also because Yang Nianqing came from the modern world and had different views—when seeing a dirty little beggar, most girls here would avoid him as much as possible, at most giving him some money or goods, how could they dare to touch him?

The little beggar stared at her blankly for a long time before timidly nodding.

In the time it took to say those two sentences, there was another "snap" sound.

Qiu Bailu stood up.

All the silver needles were gone, and the redness and swelling on her legs had subsided considerably. On the ground was a large pool of disgusting, fishy-smelling, yellowish-brown liquid.

He really is a miracle doctor, so fast!

Before Yang Nianqing could finish admiring him, Qiu Bailu suddenly bent down, picked up the little beggar, and threw him far away!

She exclaimed in shock, "What are you doing!"

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There was no scream as expected. Ten meters away, the little beggar stood unharmed on the ground, his face pale with fright, unable to even scream.

Yang Nianqing was dumbfounded.

In the blink of an eye, a light yellow silk scarf appeared. Qiu Bailu slowly wiped her hands, her ordinary face still showing an indifferent expression.

“What is he…” Yang Nianqing looked at him, then at the little beggar in the distance, and tugged at Li You, stammering, “He… he can walk now?”

That's amazing! Even with modern, advanced medicine, bones need to be immobilized for a long time after being set. How did he do it? She didn't know that the bone wasn't actually broken; she was simply incredibly impressed.

Li You, however, seemed to be seeing her for the first time, staring at her with bright eyes, looking thoughtful.

This is bad!

Yang Nianqing hurriedly looked down to examine the situation: "What are you looking at?"

His long eyelashes fluttered, and his handsome face held its usual amused expression. After she had calmed down, he murmured, "Finally, you're acting a bit like a woman. I never thought you could speak so softly."

Even at a time like this, you still have to play tricks on people!

Before Yang Nianqing could get angry, he flicked his finger, and a beautiful parabola lit up again, landing in the little beggar's hand in an instant.

Even though it was far away, Yang Nianqing could still see clearly that it was a silver ingot!

A huge sum of money!

She was furious and immediately jumped up, grabbing his sleeve: "You're so stingy with your friends, and he's not even your wife, how can you be so generous?"

"Because you're not a beggar."

"..."

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Mr. Chrysanthemum, the number one divine doctor is indeed not a charlatan. In just a short while, the little beggar had regained his freedom to run and walked away with a joyful expression.

The woman in red stood there, stunned, unsure whether she was amazed by the superb medical skills or ashamed of her own behavior.

Qiu Bailu turned to look at her and said calmly, "If a person thinks that other people's lives don't count as lives, then he is wrong, and his life doesn't deserve to be called a life either."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Watching that elegant figure gradually walk away and finally disappear into the street, Yang Nianqing felt both admiration and doubt—what kind of "god" was he?

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He loves chrysanthemums, so everyone calls him Mr. Chrysanthemum.