Su Majestad

Capítulo 62

Baili Wushuang glanced at him with some suspicion. Perhaps because his hair was still damp from being exposed to the cold wind last night, his typhoid fever seemed to have worsened. His eyes remained watery, and his voice was nasal, yet he was unusually enthusiastic about conversation. If they continued chatting like this, lunchtime might not be far off. She coughed, "Dr. Yang, we should go to Songfeng Courtyard."

"Okay, sure."

Yang Luoxue seemed exceptionally approachable today. His long, flowing hair cascaded down his back, gently swaying in the breeze. The soft sunlight illuminated his pure, fair skin, making it appear like gleaming jade. A faint smile remained on his lips, clearly indicating he was in a very good mood.

But for some reason, Baili Wushuang always felt a little apprehensive.

Before he diagnosed her master's pulse and prescribed medicine, she was probably going to be on tenterhooks the whole time.

This is the pain of dealing with unpredictable people. You never know when they'll be happy or angry. You're watching them laugh while simultaneously worrying that they might suddenly turn on you the next second.

The capricious Physician admired the scenery around him, then suddenly pulled a small porcelain bottle from his bosom and handed it to her, saying, "Here."

"What?"

"Medication to remove scars."

"Why are you giving me this?"

"Although the wounds you sustained when you fought with Zhan Yuan are not serious, they will probably still leave scars."

"My wounds never leave a trace." She opened her palm to show him, and indeed, it was flawless. The wound from a few days ago truly left no mark.

"Strange." Yang Luoxue frowned slightly. "Wounds of flesh and blood cannot heal so quickly." He held her pulse point, his sword energy remaining steady as usual. Was this also one of the abilities of sword energy?

“I always do this.” Baili Wushuang handed over the medicine bottle. “Here you go.”

Yang Luoxue didn't take it. He turned his head away and said, "If I give it to you, you should take it. There's no reason to take back something you've given away."

"But I don't need it, wouldn't that be a waste?"

Yang Luoxue suddenly turned around, her face already showing annoyance, her cheeks slightly flushed.

Baili Wushuang cleverly tucked the bottle into his sleeve.

Songfeng Courtyard and Fuliu Pavilion were separated by only a covered walkway, and they arrived quickly. Yang Luoxue saw a pretty woman around thirty years old walk out. He let out a slight "hmm" and whispered to Baili Wushuang, "I thought you were the only female swordsman in Suoding City."

“There are many female swordsmen in Sading City.”

Baili Wushuang lowered his voice as well. The master saw the two standing side by side, their heads slightly close together as they spoke, an unusual intimacy between them. He smiled slightly and asked, "You're back? How's Chongli Sword?"

“The malevolent aura is still there.” Baili Wushuang said, introducing Yang Luoxue to her. She was somewhat surprised, “Divine Doctor Yang! I’ve heard that Divine Doctor Yang never leaves the valley to see patients.”

“There are always exceptions.” Yang Luoxue said with a smile, “Please extend your hand.”

Chapter 118

His smile was gentle, and his demeanor mild; he was nothing like the unapproachable figure of legend. The master looked at him, then at Baili Wushuang, and then, recalling the way the two had been whispering just moments before, a peculiar smile appeared on his face.

But Yang Luoxue's smile vanished when her fingertips touched her master's pulse point, and her brows gradually furrowed.

What kind of illness could make the renowned Physician Yang frown? The maids couldn't help but worry, but then they saw Yang Luoxue stand up and look at Baili Wushuang, "It's just qi deficiency!" Her voice was full of dissatisfaction.

"You also said it's qi deficiency?" Baili Wushuang frowned slightly. "The doctors all say it's qi deficiency, but how can qi deficiency alone take so long to cure? Master's health is getting worse and worse; he only sleeps for one or two hours a day and eats less and less..."

"Lack of sleep, lack of food, lack of exercise, weak spirit and deficiency of qi—it's a deficiency syndrome!" Yang Luoxue stood up impatiently. "Anyone could treat such a minor ailment; why did you specifically call me here?"

The implication was that it was a waste of his time. Baili Wushuang was somewhat displeased, "I only called you because other doctors couldn't cure it. Whether it's a major or minor ailment, it's still an illness, and patients suffer the same way. Doctors save lives, so why should they worry about major or minor illnesses?"

"If I have the skill to cure this kind of deficiency syndrome that anyone can cure, then I can cure the doubtful syndrome that others cannot cure. Do you know the difference here?"

"But right now you only have one patient, and there are no other questions waiting for you."

"Is it not here, and not even in Medicine King Valley?"

"You—" Baili Wushuang glared at him, but couldn't refute his twisted logic, "Are you saying you're not going to get treatment?"

She looked somewhat anxious and annoyed, her brows furrowed slightly, with a swirl between them, and her eyes widened like a pair of round black grapes placed on a white jade plate.

For some reason, he felt happy when she got angry.

That's really strange.

He involuntarily sat back down, muttering, "This really is you. If it were someone else asking me to treat this kind of illness, I would prescribe a bunch of laxatives for them..." His voice was low and his words were unclear, so Baili Wushuang didn't hear him clearly.

After writing out the prescription, Baili Wushuang put down his pen and said, "Write another prescription."

He glared at her, "Just how many patients have you prepared for me?"

"For yourself. You need nourishment after using acupuncture, and you should also take some medicine for your cold," Baili Wushuang said calmly. "How can a doctor who is sick himself treat others?"

This was her usual tone when giving orders, and Yang Luoxue, who was also used to giving orders, should have found it unpleasant. However, this time it wasn't jarring at all; instead, she felt unusually at ease. He lowered his head and wrote a prescription, his long, flowing hair sliding down his shoulders to cover his face. No one saw the slight smile on his lips, like spring leaves spreading irresistibly throughout the world.

The city of Suoding is divided into an inner city and an outer city. After Suoding was founded, many merchants set up stalls outside the city to do business, gradually forming a market town. Later, as Suoding developed and became more mysterious, even this market town was incorporated into the city – hence the outer city. Most of the maids, cooks, and servants in the inner city came from the outer city. Of course, those with good aptitude could become swordsmiths.

Chapter 119

In the city of Sading, the swordsmith holds the highest status.

The person accompanying Yang Luoxue on her shopping trip was the top swordsmith of Suoding City.

After leaving Songfeng Courtyard that day, Yang Luoxue looked around. The iron-gray rooftops stretched all the way to the horizon. Suoding City was truly enormous. He said, "I rarely leave the valley, and this is probably only my first time here in my life. Miss, please arrange for someone to accompany me around."

"I'll take care of it," Baili Wushuang said.

Yang Luoxue glanced at her. "You just got back. You must have been busy with all the things piling up in the city these past few days, right?" As the head of the family himself, he knew this all too well. The head of the family was never a free person.

"But I don't know who else can put up with your unpredictable temper." No matter who is sent, their status is inferior to his, and they can only be led by the nose. As for what this seemingly delicate and frail person will do, even God doesn't know.