Luo Zhiheng almost vomited when she heard that hypocritical and pretentious voice. Yun He, how dare this imposter call her that?
Mu Yunhe's voice seemed a little gentler, but it carried an inexplicable stiffness: "Listen to me, see the doctor properly. Only in this way can you get better. Don't you want to get better? To remember everything that happened between us?"
"I want to! I want to! But please don't make me drink those bitter medicines? Please don't give me acupuncture? Can you stay with me forever? I don't want to leave you, I'm so scared when I can't see you," Luo Ningshuang cried in panic.
When Luo Zhiheng finally saw the two of them, Luo Ningshuang was clutching Mu Yunhe's sleeve. Mu Yunhe stood half a step away from the bed; they weren't exactly distant, but they certainly weren't intimate either. 172.
The moment Luo Zhiheng saw Luo Ningshuang, she couldn't control the hatred and resentment that filled her. Her fiery red eyes turned dark and bloodshot as she stared intently at Luo Ningshuang's face and the hand that was only holding Mu Yunhe's sleeve.
That shameless hussy! She actually tried to seduce and pester Mu Yunhe as soon as she woke up. When Luo Zhiheng saw Luo Ningshuang's face, which she once had, she was horrified. Hatred and fear surged up all at once. She used to be unable to sleep for nights on end because of that disfigured face, and she was always awakened by that terrifying and eerie face in her short dreams.
In her dreams, all she saw was Mu Yunhe's cold and disgusted face and gaze. In her dreams, Mu Yunhe pushed her away harshly, not letting her get close. In her dreams, Mu Yunhe's eyes were filled with deep fear and unfamiliarity. Throughout that year-long nightmare, Mu Yunhe never once approached her; his gaze was always one of disgust, indifference, contempt, and resistance.
She couldn't tell whether the dream was a dream or something that would actually happen. She didn't know if, when she saw Mu Yunhe again in the future, and when Mu Yunhe really saw her distorted, devilish face, he would feel the same disgust and hatred as in those dreams, wanting to kill her and disown her.
She was tormented by nightmares and the cruelty and fear of reality, leaving her physically and mentally exhausted. She even experienced severe suicidal hallucinations. She teetered on the brink of death time and again, filled with self-loathing, and no one could save her. Now she is still alive, and she has no idea how she survived those dark years, without family, without love, without light and hope, how she crawled out of hell.
Now, that face that brought her immense pain and despair has appeared once again. It's her enemy, wearing the face she hates, who has usurped her place and is now fawning over her man. At that moment, Luo Zhiheng's emotions exploded completely and uncontrollably!
She didn't even know what she had done. When she came to her senses, she was already standing between Luo Ningshuang and Mu Yunhe, tightly gripping Luo Ningshuang's wrist with one hand, her eyes were sinister and cruel, and she was full of murderous aura.
"What are you doing?!" Luo Ningshuang was stunned by Luo Zhiheng's ghostly face and ferocious aura, and screamed in fright.
"What are you doing, witch doctor?" The wet nurse was also tense, her body already brimming with fierce storm and inner strength, wanting to attack Luo Zhiheng.
On the contrary, Mu Yunhe, the man who loved Luo Zhiheng to death, the man praised and celebrated for his infatuation, did not step forward to help when he saw his beloved woman being frightened. Instead, he took a step back.
Luo Ningshuang, terrified, ignored Mu Yunhe's instinctive retreat and looked at him pleadingly, her eyes brimming with tears as she screamed, "Yunhe, save me! Save me!"
Mu Yunhe seemed to be jolted awake by Luo Ningshuang's exclamation, staring incredulously at his awkward position. How could he retreat instead of advance when Aheng was injured and frightened? How could he just stand by and watch Aheng suffer? Was this really him? What was he doing?
In an instant, a tremendous sense of guilt and remorse filled Mu Yunhe's heart. His agitated face revealed an unconcealable ferocity, and he didn't even dare to meet Aheng's gaze. Instead, he stared straight at the suddenly appearing witch doctor and spoke again: "Let go!"
Luo Zhiheng also woke up with a start, secretly cursing herself for losing control and almost giving herself away. But hadn't Mu Yunhe barely spoken for three years? Why was he speaking again and again today? Ha, he really was deeply in love with 'her, Luo Zhiheng,' willing to do anything for her? Willing to speak for her? His love was truly profound, but how could he not recognize that this Luo Zhiheng he cared about was a fake?
Although Luo Zhiheng regretted her impulsiveness, she did not let go. Mu Yunhe's protection of Jianren fueled her anger, and she tightened her grip, causing Luo Ningshuang's screams to become even more shrill. Her voice, hoarse like that of a dying seventy or eighty-year-old woman, was sarcastic as she said, "Let go? Does Your Excellency know that a demon resides within your body? And a heinous, ruthless, bloodthirsty demon at that! If I let go now, this demon will harm you and everyone in your household! Your Excellency, do you still want me to let go?"
At this moment, a large crowd had gathered at the entrance. They were all people close to Luo Zhiheng, such as Elder Tong, General Murong, Qiwan Xiaoxizi, and Madam Huoyun! Their first reaction upon hearing Luo Zhiheng's words was anger. For three years, they had been guarding the comatose Luo Zhiheng. The image of Luo Zhiheng in their hearts was unforgettable: righteous, kind, brave, pure, and passionate.
How could a woman like this have a demon living inside her? Even if she did, it should be living inside the body of someone with evil intentions, not inside the body of Luo Zhiheng, who is full of righteousness.
"Who are you? How dare you spout nonsense and spread alarmist rumors here! Otherwise, I'll whip you to death!" A sharp shout rang out, filled with rage. A loud crack of the whip followed, landing almost beside Luo Zhiheng. The fierce wind whistled past Luo Zhiheng's side, ear, and cheek, bringing a burning pain. The woman then yelled, "Let go of Heng'er!"
Luo Zhiheng's pupils constricted, and she subconsciously let go of his hand. She looked sharply to her side and saw Murong Qianxue standing in the room, her beautiful eyes wide with anger, holding a whip, glaring at her with a hostile expression.
In that instant, Luo Zhiheng felt as if a trapped beast was struggling wildly, roaring and crying in her heart. Her eyes were red, and the sorrow and grief in her eyes, which were deliberately covered by the color on her face, were also hidden.
Her friends, her family, her lover—all were before her, their unwavering devotion to her, Luo Zhiheng, for three years, their constant protection and support, almost causing Luo Zhiheng's cold, broken heart to rupture and bleed once more. She was moved and ecstatic; all these people's affections were reserved for a woman named Luo Zhiheng. But now, she could not and was unable to enjoy these genuine emotions, because they had all been monopolized by that hypocritical scoundrel.
She hasn't taken her revenge yet. She hasn't made Luo Ningshuang taste the pain and loss. She wants Luo Ningshuang to know the feeling of having everything but having it all taken away. She also wants Luo Ningshuang to know that she, who stole everything that belonged to others, will definitely not have a good ending!
At that moment, Luo Zhiheng's desire for revenge intensified and deepened, fueled by the overwhelming sense of loss and hatred.
Under the strain of her breathing machine, she ignored the wary, defensive, and accusatory gazes of the crowd, and spoke in a proud and disdainful tone: "What are you doing? Do you think I came here willingly? If our leader hadn't personally begged me, I wouldn't have come to treat a filthy person."
"Watch your mouth! Who's filthy!" the wet nurse snapped angrily.
Luo Zhiheng choked, a strange feeling rising in her heart. She was cursing Luo Ningshuang, that bitch, but Luo Ningshuang was now playing her role, and everyone was firmly convinced that Luo Ningshuang was Luo Zhiheng! So when she started cursing, they naturally assumed that she was cursing Luo Zhiheng.
Luo Zhiheng was unwilling, but she was also smart enough to know that she couldn't scold Luo Ningshuang in front of others for the time being, after all, Luo Ningshuang was now in her place and identity. Before Luo Ningshuang revealed her true colors and was suspected and questioned by people, she couldn't offend them first.
She endured the humiliation and sneered, "What I'm saying is that a filthy demon dwells in her heart, a demon that devours her heart. If I'm not mistaken, this person has a serious mental illness and has been in a coma for three years."
Everyone was taken aback, but Murong Qianxue immediately retorted, "It is common knowledge that Heng'er has a heart condition, and the reason she has been in a coma for three years is also because of her heart condition. Please don't use things that everyone knows to charlatan. I don't think you are a doctor at all. You look strange and keep talking nonsense. You are not welcome here. Please leave immediately."
"Wait! Then I'll tell you something that no one knows." Mr. Luo Zhiheng glanced at Mu Yunhe and saw that he was silent with a sullen face and did not stand next to Luo Ningshuang. She felt a little better. Then she turned her strange face towards Luo Ningshuang, and Luo Ningshuang's already pale face instantly became even paler.
Luo Zhiheng said, "Just now, the instant I grabbed this young lady's wrist, I felt a powerful killing intent and chill emanating from her heart. This young lady has probably done something heinous in the past, and her body is already..."
She said she wanted to say that Luo Ningshuang's body was not pure, but then she thought that Luo Ningshuang was now living under her name, Luo Zhiheng. If she revealed that Luo Ningshuang had been raped, it would not only fail to put Luo Ningshuang in an embarrassing or difficult situation, but would also have a negative impact on Luo Zhiheng's own reputation.
Luo Zhiheng glared at Luo Ningshuang with a violent expression and said in a sinister tone, "She was almost touched by someone, and not just one or two people, but at least a dozen filthy men. Although her body is clean, her soul has been entangled by the souls of those filthy men. I'm certain that this girl had contact with a group of filthy men before she fell into a coma, and those men are all dead, but they died unwillingly, which is why their souls are unwilling to leave and continue to haunt this girl."
"Moreover, although this young woman suffers from a heart ailment, her coma is not due to the ailment itself, but rather because those filthy souls that could not be purified have gradually grown stronger over the past three years, forming evil spirits and demons. They have accumulated in her heart, corrupting her heart and soul, and devouring her, which is why she has remained in a coma. If this situation continues, then one day when she wakes up, she will no longer be herself, but someone else!"
Luo Zhiheng deliberately spoke in a sinister and mysterious tone, while keeping her eyes fixed on Luo Ningshuang's face and expression. With each word she uttered, she clearly saw cracks appear on Luo Ningshuang's initially terrified face, followed by panic, disbelief, and even genuine panic!
Amnesia?
Hahaha! Luo Ningshuang, you're quite the actress, aren't you?! Just a few of her nonsensical ramblings about ghosts and spirits, and you turned pale with fright, you gave yourself away like that? And you dare claim to have lost your memory? How ridiculous! But you're willing to pretend to have lost your memory, to pretend to be weak and sick, right? Then keep pretending, because she's very interested in curing you!
Anyone can spout nonsense. Moreover, what Luo Zhiheng said was based on reality, half true and half false, a mix of truth and illusion, which made it even more convincing and made this strange witch doctor Luo Zhiheng seem even more different.
The expressions on everyone's faces kept changing. Even Mu Yunhe looked at the witch doctor played by Luo Zhiheng with a probing gaze, feeling that this witch doctor gave him a very strange feeling.
Old Tong stepped forward and examined Luo Zhiheng, exchanging a thoughtful glance with Mu Yunhe. When Luo Zhiheng was brought back, she was covered in blood and extremely weak. At that time, they all thought she would die. They tried everything to keep her alive, but she fell into a coma as a result.
At that time, the official announcement was that Luo Zhiheng had fought a traitor for the country and was seriously injured, resulting in her falling into a coma due to heart damage. However, when Luo Zhiheng was carried back from the cliff, she was indeed found among a group of filthy beggar men's corpses. This matter was known to only a few people at the time and was kept strictly confidential, as they were certain that the news would not leak out.
The witch doctor's words shocked and contemplated them. Her ability to speak these words already impressed them, and they dared not underestimate this previously unheard-of witch doctor. If the witch doctor truly possessed the ability to know all this, then she certainly also had the ability to save Luo Zhiheng!
"Witch doctor, what do you mean by becoming someone else?" Old Tong grasped the key point; they were just as puzzled by this statement.
To the other two, Luo Zhiheng's words sounded like concern for her safety, but to Luo Ningshuang, they were terrifying! It meant that the truth and reality were being destroyed.
Luo Ningshuang suddenly jumped up, clutching her head in panic and screaming, "Ah! It hurts so much! Help me! Let her out, let that old monster out! I'm in so much pain, Yunhe, Yunhe..."
Mu Yunhe's expression changed, and he subconsciously took a step forward. Just as he reached out to grab Luo Ningshuang, Luo Zhiheng, who was standing nearby, quickly blocked him and grabbed Luo Ningshuang's hand, which was still reaching out for help even though she was in 'almost in pain'. She saw the sinister look that flashed in Luo Ningshuang's eyes, and Luo Zhiheng's face instantly turned into a smile.
Luo Ningshuang shuddered at the eerie smile and resisted fiercely, but because her three years of coma had been genuine, her physical condition was really bad. She was thin and weak, even worse than Luo Zhiheng, whose body was fragile, and was easily subdued by Luo Zhiheng.
Don't want her to speak? Now you're scared? She'll make you more and more terrified and anxious every day. She'll force you to reveal your true colors and walk into your own grave. Luo Ningshuang, don't rush. Only by living in constant anxiety and fear can you truly understand the pain and unease you caused her. Let's play it slow!
"She's possessed by an evil spirit; the demon in her mind is fighting her for her soul again. The fact that she's awake now means you gave her some rare treasure, is that right?" Luo Zhiheng asked solemnly while controlling Luo Ningshuang.
Elder Tong and the others had completely come to believe Luo Zhiheng. Since Mu Yunhe didn't speak much, Elder Tong answered on her behalf: "It's like this. Her brother brought back a ginseng spirit that was three thousand years old a while ago. After she ate it, she really woke up a few days later. Is she in danger now?"
Will my brother be in danger? He found a three-thousand-year-old ginseng spirit?! No wonder he's faced all sorts of attacks and covetousness. A three-thousand-year-old ginseng spirit—just hearing about it makes one's mouth water. My brother must have faced far more danger than I imagined carrying that treasure back! I wonder how much hardship and suffering my father and brother endured to find it; it's filled with their love and care for me.
But that priceless treasure was actually given to this beast! Luo Zhiheng instantly felt an urge to make Luo Ningshuang spit the treasure out!
I heard my brother is still unconscious, brother...
Luo Zhiheng was in a state of turmoil. Luo Ningshuang was screaming hysterically. Luo Zhiheng slapped Luo Ningshuang's face with an extremely strange technique. The crisp and loud sound made Luo Ningshuang stop screaming immediately, and everyone's nerves jumped.
Luo Zhiheng said calmly, "I just tapped an acupoint on her face that leads directly to her heart. This acupoint can temporarily control the demon in her heart and make her feel less pain. Didn't you see? She's not screaming anymore, is she?"
You're pretending to be sick, aren't you? Then let her just ramble on and on.
Everyone praised the shaman's medical skills, but Murong Qianxue's eyelids twitched. She thought to herself, "How come this damn shaman just hit Heng'er? Is that what you call healing?"
“Witch doctor, is there any way to completely cure her? To be honest, she has forgotten everything from the past, which is a great regret for us. She is the Lady Protector of the Nation, the beloved wife of the priest, and their love is stronger than gold. Over the years, the priest has devoted himself to protecting and caring for her. We really don’t want to see His Excellency the priest grieve for the Lady Protector of the Nation any longer.” General Tong also joined in the plea.
General Tong, this iron-willed soldier, now looked at Luo Zhiheng on the bed with a gaze that could almost be described as tender and pitying. The reason, of course, was that Luo Zhiheng's courageous leap from the city wall years ago had earned his admiration and affection. More importantly, Luo Zhiheng had practically saved his and General Murong's lives that day. Therefore, General Tong felt both guilty and saddened that Luo Zhiheng was in this state.
Luo Zhiheng was incredibly intelligent and naturally understood why General Tong's attitude towards her had changed. She thought pathetically, "The empire I built, and you, Luo Ningshuang, you shameless woman, dare to come and reap it all! You deserve to die!"
"I will do whatever I can. Did you give her all that 3,000-year-old ginseng essence?" Luo Zhiheng only hoped that they had given the virgin a little bit, and that the rest could be left for her father and brother.
“Of course we wouldn’t dare use it recklessly. That stuff has already solidified into flesh and blood, and its medicinal power is extremely strong. We only gave her a little bit, and that was enough for her,” said Old Master Tong.
Luo Zhiheng nodded in satisfaction and said in a sinister tone, "She was able to wake up because of the little ginseng spirit. Its essence temporarily suppressed the demon in her heart, but this is not a long-term solution, because the ginseng spirit will eventually run out. And when that day comes, she will no longer be a person, but a beast without humanity."
Luo Ningshuang lowered her head, her eyes filled with a fierce and angry intensity that could kill.
"What should we do then?" the wet nurse and the others asked anxiously, Mu Yunhe's face turning ashen.
"I can cure her and gradually restore her memory. However, my treatment requires quiet. No one can stay in the courtyard or room. I will leave after I finish treating her. You will need to pay you. Her condition cannot be cured all at once. Every time you invite me to treat her, you must pay me a thousand catties of grain." Luo Zhiheng did not forget her people and asked for some benefits for them first.
Her words were arrogant and overbearing, and her conditions caused everyone's expressions to change. Grain was now more valuable than gold and silver; the drought was ongoing, and grain was extremely precious. She charged a thousand catties for each treatment; who knew how many times she would treat patients? A hundred treatments would amount to ten thousand catties.
"How many treatments will this require?" Old Tong asked.
Luo Zhiheng couldn't be cruel to the elderly who were genuinely kind to her, but Luo Ningshuang had to be punished, and she had to ensure her people could survive, even if it meant dying in battle, rather than letting them starve to death. So she said, "I don't know about the group, but don't worry, I will treat her with utmost care each time. Once she recovers, I will stop treating her. Do you think I have nothing better to do?"
"No, no, we'll give it to you, as long as you can heal our master!" the wet nurse hurriedly said. She was afraid that others would anger this seemingly powerful witch doctor by refusing to give food, and she couldn't let her young master miss this opportunity for recovery. For her young master, she would give anything—food, even her life!
Luo Zhiheng couldn't bear to look at the wet nurse's haggard face any longer. She glanced around at everyone and was surprised not to see the little fox. She felt a little relieved, though, as she was worried that the little fox might sense her presence and that would restrict her actions.
"You can all leave now. Have the people who came with me guard the courtyard gate. No one is allowed to come in, no matter what they hear. Otherwise, you're showing a lack of trust in me. Even if you give me ten thousand catties of grain, I will not treat her anymore," Luo Zhiheng said with a strange temper.
Everyone hurriedly retreated. Luo Ningshuang cried in terror upon seeing this, begging Mu Yunhe not to leave as well.
Mu Yunhe glanced deeply at the indifferent Luo Zhiheng, then at Luo Ningshuang's face, which was gradually fading from his memory, and finally left without saying anything.
With a bang, the door was slammed shut, leaving only the two of them in the room.
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459 The Miraculous Witch Doctor, the Brutal Healing! (Part 2)
Updated: 2013-11-24 14:00:45 Word Count: 3394
Luo Ningshuang momentarily forgot to cry, and instead stared wide-eyed at the foot of the bed, looking at her warily: "Don't come any closer! I don't need your treatment, I'll be fine soon, I'm not sick! Get out!"
To prevent Luo Ningshuang from immediately becoming wary and making any connections that could lead to her turning against and suppressing her, Luo Zhiheng suppressed her hatred and anger. In a short period of time, she meticulously planned and executed a comprehensive strategy to win over people's hearts. What was her purpose? Wasn't it simply to properly treat this sick 'sister'?
With a cruel smile, her face almost contorted, her voice drifting like a ghostly chant, luring your soul to the depths of hell: "Don't be afraid, I'll make you better soon!"
Luo Zhiheng untied her outer robe and suddenly unfolded it, revealing the various cages and strange objects hidden inside. She took off the robe, laid it flat on the table, took out a delicate little porcelain bottle, walked to Luo Ningshuang, and commanded, "Drink it."
"No!" Luo Ningshuang subconsciously felt that the thing was not a good thing, and she was also afraid of this masked witch doctor. The fact that the witch doctor could talk about some things that happened three years ago made her wary enough.
She had been in a coma for three years, knowing nothing, and when she awoke, everything had changed. Luo Zhiheng was dead, and she was so happy she laughed in her dreams. Mu Yunsheng was also dead; the emperor said he had been executed. With everyone who knew about her substitution plot gone, wasn't the world hers now? Her good days had arrived—wealth and glory. Having defeated Luo Zhiheng, her greatest threat across two lifetimes, she could now enjoy a life of unbridled joy.
But she was afraid that Mu Yunhe would discover some clues, so she pretended to have lost her memory. As long as she didn't want to, no one could make her regain her memory. She could slowly use Mu Yunhe's love for Luo Zhiheng to make him fall in love with her too. However, Mu Yunhe's attitude towards her made her feel a little strange. Just now, if it were three years ago, Mu Yunhe would have immediately protected Luo Zhiheng in his arms, but just now Mu Yunhe did not protect her.
But Luo Ningshuang's interpretation of this as Mu Yunhe was also something she wasn't used to. However, this so-called witch doctor made Luo Ningshuang inexplicably uneasy.
Luo Zhiheng squinted and roughly pulled Luo Ningshuang out. Luo Ningshuang rolled to the ground with a muffled groan. Luo Zhiheng almost stepped on her stomach, pressed her neck, and forced Luo Ningshuang to swallow the bottle of medicine. 17.
The burning, foul-smelling liquid entered her mouth and throat, and Luo Ningshuang's face flushed red instantly. She looked uncomfortable and nauseous. She wanted to vomit, but Luo Zhiheng wouldn't allow it. He held Luo Ningshuang's chin tightly, his hand bleeding from the force, but he still wouldn't let go.
She only released Luo Ningshuang after she had been forced to swallow it all.
At this moment, Luo Ningshuang collapsed to the ground, coughing violently. The stench made her feel as if she had just swallowed dirty urine and feces. Just thinking about it made her vomit uncontrollably, and the burning sensation made her runny nose and tears. In an instant, the room was filled with countless strange smells, and Luo Ningshuang was in a very sorry state.