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Capítulo 9

The young master surnamed Yan waved his hand dismissively, rolled up his sleeve to reveal the wound, and said, "Look at this."

Doctor Qiu stared intently for a while, then exclaimed in surprise, "Hmm, this wound is very strange! Could it be one of those wounds from Sichuan and Chongqing..."

Before he could finish speaking, Young Master Yan suddenly looked up at Yi Chun. His face was fair, with long eyebrows and beautiful eyes. He had a handsome and refined appearance. What was even more remarkable was the temperament between his brows. It was clear and pure, a different kind of radiance from Mo Yunqing.

"Is the young lady here for a medical consultation?" Young Master Yan's voice was slightly low, yet it carried an air of authority.

Yichun, who had been hesitant about whether to seek medical help, became somewhat embarrassed by his question. She walked in awkwardly and whispered, "Are there... any cheaper doctors? Fifty coins is really too much..."

Young Master Yan glanced at Doctor Qiu, nodded in understanding, and said, "Then please wait a moment, Miss. After I have treated this young master's injuries, I will accompany you on your house call."

She was startled again and waved her hand, saying, "No need for you! You're a renowned doctor, and there's a deposit of one tael of silver!"

Doctor Qiu laughed and said, "That's just the new kid talking nonsense. What kind of famous doctor am I? Besides, a doctor's duty is to heal the sick and save lives. Please wait a moment, young lady."

Yi Chun felt a little relieved, grabbed a chair and sat by the window. When she listened to the two of them talking again, their voices were indeed much quieter; an average person probably couldn't hear them at all.

But this level of conversation was still a piece of cake for her. Actually, she didn't mean to listen, but the clinic was quiet, and since the two of them wanted to talk, it seemed like she couldn't refuse to listen.

"Those guys from Bashu actually tracked us all the way here? And the young master doesn't even have a single guard with him?"

“It has nothing to do with Uncle Yin. I just wanted to go for a walk alone. I never expected that they would go so far as to disguise themselves as women and children and use a unique hidden weapon to injure me. Fortunately, I still had the strength to escape, but I can’t get the hidden weapon out no matter what I do. I have no choice but to trouble Doctor Qiu.”

"The hidden weapon is a minor issue; it looks like it's poisoned."

Doctor Qiu squeezed blood from the wound, sniffed it, and said, "Mad Serpents... Hmm, it seems to contain a trace of Immortal Powder. It's not incurable, young master, don't worry."

Having said that, he produced a thin, sharp blade from somewhere, and with one swift motion, the wound opened wide, and blood flowed even more freely. The young master Yan, however, remained calm, his other hand still holding his teacup, the tea not even trembling.

After working for half a day, Doctor Qiu took out three barbed iron needles from the wound. The needle tips were blue and shiny, obviously having been refined in poison.

So that was the legendary poisoned hidden weapon. Yi Chun propped her chin on her hand, peeking intently at it, her eyes glued to the weapon.

Dr. Qiu took the medicine powder, sprinkled it on the wound, and carefully bandaged it before writing a prescription: "I'll get the medicine right away."

Young Master Yan waved his hand: "I'll get it myself. That young lady is waiting for you. Saving her is the priority."

These words were spoken very softly, so softly that an ordinary person would never hear them, but Yi Chun clearly showed a relieved expression. He couldn't help but give Doctor Qiu a wink, and the doctor immediately stood up and said gently to Yi Chun, "Miss, let's go now."

Yichun was a little embarrassed. She scratched her head and whispered, "Then... how much is the doctor's consultation fee?"

She was poor and couldn't afford expensive house call fees.

Doctor Qiu smiled gently: "It's not much, ten coins will do."

When Yang Shen returned to the inn, he was still lying in bed, but his complexion had improved a lot, and his eyes were no longer swollen like peaches.

Yichun touched his forehead and said softly, "Don't worry about the sheep kidney, I've called a doctor, you'll be fine soon."

"Give me your hand." Doctor Qiu sat on the edge of the bed, subtly observing the two boys.

Yang Shen slowly handed his left hand to him. Doctor Qiu took his pulse for a while before saying, "It's not poison, just a kind of irritating powder. It's nothing serious. I'll prescribe medicine right away, and you'll be fully recovered by tomorrow."

Yichun breathed a sigh of relief and patted her chest.

Doctor Qiu thought for a moment and then said, "Does the young master often experience palpitations and night sweats? Is there perhaps some unresolved issue on your mind? It would be better to try to think more positively about things."

Yang Shen nodded almost imperceptibly, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

Doctor Qiu wrote out a prescription and went out with Yi Chun. He pretended to strike up a conversation and said with a smile, "I see that you and that young master both carry swords, so you must be people from the martial arts world. There is the Jianlan Manor near Xiande Town. You two are still young, so you should be discreet and not provoke the people of Jianlan Manor."

Yichun was puzzled: "Provoke? Is Jianlan Manor that scary? We are people from Jianlan Manor."

Doctor Qiu chuckled self-deprecatingly: "I was just being nosy. I only heard some rumors from the martial arts world, nothing more. You don't need to take them to heart, young lady."

Yichun wanted to ask him what rumors were circulating in the martial arts world, but he handed her the prescription and said, "Miss, go and get the medicine. I have other patients to see, so I'll take my leave."

He walked very fast, and in the blink of an eye, he was downstairs and disappeared into the crowd.

After wandering through the winding alleys for a while to make sure no one was following him, he took a shortcut back to the clinic. Young Master Yan was sitting in the study in the backyard, with steaming hot tea in the air.

"They are from Jianlan Manor, a man and a woman, no more than fifteen or sixteen years old. They must be the two disciples that the manor owner is said to favor. This time they should be going down the mountain for training."

Dr. Qiu put down his medicine box and stated his diagnosis.

Young Master Yan pondered for a moment, then said in a low voice, "So it's that outdated martial arts sect. I heard they love killing each other among their own blood relatives. This master is quite enlightened, accepting outsiders as disciples. But I imagine his only son won't feel good about it. There are so many people, but only one Spring-Slaying Sword. In the end, it'll just turn blood killing into sect killing."

"Young master, what do you want?" Doctor Qiu asked.

Young Master Yan shook his head: "Don't worry about them, they're just young disciples."

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Yi Chun prepared the medicine and brought it to Yang Shen's room, only to find him sitting upright on the bed, hugging a pillow and seemingly lost in thought.

"Sheep kidneys have taken their medicine. The doctor said they shouldn't get cold, so quickly cover yourself with a blanket."

She walked over and pushed him, but Yang Shen didn't move.

"What are you thinking about?" Yichun asked curiously, then suddenly realized, "Are you thinking about that annoying master and servant pair? Don't worry, I remember what they look like, I'll definitely settle the score with them next time."

He slowly shook his head, pondered for a moment, and said softly, "It's not that I miss them... Senior Sister, have you seen Grandmaster's secret manual? Do you know what the conditions are for inheriting the Spring-Slaying Sword?"

She was surprised that he suddenly brought this up, and shook her head: "I haven't seen it. Do you know what the conditions are?"

He did not answer.

After a long while, he picked up the medicine and drank it all in one gulp. Then, he hugged the blanket and leaned against the headboard, his voice very soft: "Senior Sister, I told you, your family all died in the plague, right?"