Urbaner Blumentraum - Kapitel 82
Madam Wan!
The Divine Healer of the Valley of Sorrow!
The Porcelain Girl's Mother!
She spent nearly a month with them without ever asking who the gentleman and lady were. It turned out they were the porcelain girl's parents, and the hero was going to seek out the miracle doctor to cure his eye injury!
Oh dear! My wife has been with me for the past month, and the great hero went to the Valley of Sorrow, only to find it empty-handed? What will become of his eyes?
Zhu Huihui's heart suddenly raced. She wanted to speak, but seeing that her husband and wife didn't even glance at her, she knew they loathed her. She wanted to leave in a huff, but her thoughts lingered on Feng Xuese's eyes, so she forced herself to say, "Madam... Madam Wan..."
Madam Wan glanced at her, and although the disgust on her face lessened slightly, her expression remained somewhat cold, no longer showing the kindness she once had.
Zhu Huihui didn't know why she was being treated this way. Feeling wronged and sad, she lowered her head, paused for a moment, and mustered her courage: "Um, I... I know your daughter, Chen Muwan!"
Madam Wan gave a faint "hmm". She already knew this when she saw Madam Wan take out the Golden Ginseng Blood Dew Pill on the ship!
"Madam, I...you...your daughter has a friend whose eyes were poisoned and blinded by bad guys. They're looking for you..." Zhu Huihui wanted to say "my friend," but seeing the way the other person was giving her, she figured if it were her own friend, they might not help her!
When Madam Wan saw her timid appearance, her heart softened, but when she thought of that vicious woman, Yu Xiaoyao, she couldn't let it go, so she gave a lukewarm "hmm".
Knowing full well that the other person didn't want to talk to her, Zhu Huihui still pleaded in a low voice, "He... he's your daughter's very, very good friend, please... please save him..."
Madam Wan looked at her and said calmly, "I will! I will do my best to save him, not because you begged me, but because I am a doctor." She was kind and gentle by nature and rarely spoke so bluntly. However, facing this girl whose demeanor and temperament were similar to that of Yu Xiaoyao, the venomous woman who had harmed her daughter, even she, with her boundless heart, could hardly tolerate her.
Although fifteen years have passed, she has never forgotten that exquisitely beautiful little baby, nor has she stopped worrying about her seriously injured daughter. Such suffering is something no mother can endure.
Unfortunately, this grudge can never be avenged!
Mr. Chen took his wife's hand, faced Zhu Huihui, and said coldly, "You can leave now!"
Zhu Huihui lowered her head: "Oh!"
Mr. Chen's voice was cold: "Zhu Huihui, if you have even a shred of gratitude for the kindness of my husband and me in healing your illness, then don't use that kind of poison to harm people in the future!"
The couple, both doctors with compassionate hearts, had saved countless lives throughout their lives. They always believed that all natural herbs were meant to heal, not kill. Furthermore, their daughter had been harmed fifteen years ago by Yu Xiaoyao, the world's greatest poison master, and therefore harbored a deep hatred for the use of poison. Even if this girl didn't resemble their enemy Yu Xiaoyao, her act of killing with poison was enough to enrage and disgust them!
Zhu Huihui raised her head: "I didn't poison them!" She pointed to "The Wolves in Arms" and "The Two Fiends of Xuan Yin," and said, "That box of medicine wasn't poisoned, and they didn't die!"
Although, under those circumstances, if she had had poison instead of an aphrodisiac, she would have poured it into the wine pot without hesitation, but that didn't happen, did it?
She didn't poison him, so why is the gentleman accusing her?
Mr. Chen said coldly, "We all saw how that lecherous bastard died, and you still won't admit it?" Although he couldn't determine from the accounts of "colluding" and "the two shamans of Xuan Yin" that the poison was administered by Zhu Huihui, he still couldn't believe her.
Zhu Huihui retorted, "He died on his own, what does it have to do with me!"
Mr. Chen smiled coldly. That little demon Yu, though heartless and ruthless, at least dared to take responsibility for her actions! Who would have thought that her descendant would be such a sophistry, cunning, and irresponsible person.
Zhu Huihui waited for a long time, but apart from receiving glares from the old Taoist priest and the burly man that seemed to want to devour her alive, her master and mistress didn't say a word to her. She was getting a little annoyed; she hadn't done anything wrong, so why were they treating her like this?
"Then, I'm leaving!"
Still, nobody paid any attention!
She pouted dejectedly, hesitated for a moment, and then turned and walked back the way she came.
Although she was inexplicably kicked out, she felt only frustration, not resentment.
Because when the gentleman and lady saved her, it was out of genuine kindness; now, although they don't like her anymore, it's just a misunderstanding—they think she's related to some little fish demon. Even though she doesn't know that person at all, and even though they don't believe her, this misunderstanding will eventually be cleared up. What's there to be sad about?
Forget it! I've been having a run of bad luck lately, so I'll just go to Qingfengya and pick up Zhu Huahua. Let's set off together, you two!
Anyway, it's always been like this, so now it's just going back to square one and starting all over again!
Zhu Huihui sighed deeply.
The tiny needle mark between her eyebrows, where the shrew had pierced her with a silver needle, had closed up, but it still stung a little, a subtle pain lingering in her heart.
The sky over the rivers and lakes is very clear. Ⅱ42009-07-16 15:12 The colors of the trees follow the mountains, and the rivers and mountains flow into the distant sea.
Xuan Yue Shui Yu Dongting Lake Embankment, clouds swirl around the sandy shore, willows are dyed with thick smoke.
At dusk, a light rain was falling, and a breeze was blowing on my face.
Maple leaves strolled leisurely along the long embankment, their colors as pure as snow. Though their eyes could not see, their hearts soared as high as the sky beyond the clouds.
His flowing black hair, calm and handsome face, snow-white clothes, and powerful longsword.
The raindrops, like powder and smoke, seemed to bounce off as they fell around him, as if encountering a powerful force.
The distant sound of a flute drifted from a small building, sounding melancholic and desolate in the drizzle.
Feng Xuese stood under a willow tree, listening quietly. Although he was far away, he could still feel the sentiment in the flute music of someone who had lofty ambitions but could not realize them.
The flute player is Yan Shenhan.
His injuries were too severe. Although Miss Mu treated him with the elixir from the Valley of Sorrow, he still could not fully recover. His feet were unable to walk properly, and his hands could barely hold a pen and a flute, but he could not do anything else.
That night was filled with bloodshed and turmoil for the four great martial arts families. Feng Xuese had roamed the martial world for many years, experiencing countless dangers. Even when he was fighting amidst a thicket of swords in complete darkness, he had never felt any fear.
Because at that time, although he was blind, he was holding a pair of soft little hands.
That night, he lost his hands and nearly lost two close friends...
Under the influence of Mu Guniang's medicine, west Yeyan and Yan Shenhan slept for two whole days before waking up.