Chapter 62: Chapter 62: Rise up, little apprentice nephew Chapter 62: Chapter 62: Rise up, little apprentice nephew …
Silence.
Still silence.
Silence is tonight’s pin-drop silence.
Seeing Lu Sheng hanging up the phone, the dial tone from Gao He’s hands-free phone echoed through the room, leaving everyone wide-eyed and speechless with shock.
—What’s going on here.
The call Gao He made, was it answered by Lu Sheng?
“What’s going on…”
Fu Yun’s eyes widened like copper bells as she looked at Lu Sheng with trembling lips, “The call made by Doctor Gao, why was it answered by you, girl?”
Lu Sheng looked up, her tone calm yet tinged with irony, “Is there a possibility that the person he wanted to call was all along?”
“What are you saying—”
Chen Ruyun gasped in disbelief, “Are you saying… the mysterious Closed-door Disciple of Master Feng, Feng Guolin, who has never appeared in public, is you?!”
“It’s .”
Lu Sheng, looking into Chen Ruyun’s eyes, spoke indifferently, “Feng Guolin is my ntor, Li Mingzhang is my senior apprentice brother. By all accounts, I suppose it’s natural for Gao He to refer to as ‘uncle’.”
Lu Sheng’s tone remained stoic.
With these words, not just Fu Yun, Chen Ruyun, and Fu Siya from the Fu Family, but even the Lu Family and Li Muchen were shocked.
Li Muchen knew that the dical skills of the young lady beside him were extraordinary; otherwise, she wouldn’t have helped him stand up with just two needles.
But he had never linked her with Feng Guolin’s closed-door disciple.
After all, that master had announced taking a Closed-door Disciple more than a decade ago, while how old was Lu Sheng this year? The ages were off by five to six decades.
“This is impossible!”
Suddenly, Fu Siya stood out, challenging her, “That Master Feng took his second disciple twelve years ago, and you were just a high school student. How old were you twelve years ago?”
Fu Siya said, “A five-year-old child from the countryside, to be taken as a Closed-door Disciple by the nationally renowned and most esteed Chief Traditional dicine Practitioner, how is that possible?”
“Why is it not possible?”
Lu Sheng said expressionlessly, “Twelve years ago, my master visited my mother in the countryside, saw my extraordinary mory at the age of five and my love for plants, thinking I had the talent to study traditional Chinese dicine, and decided to take as his disciple on the spot.”
“In the field of traditional Chinese dicine, people always judge dical skills by age and experience. My master didn’t want to face doubts because of my age and also wished for to stay away from worldly affairs, focusing on intensive study and research in dicine while I was still young.”
“So all these years, he never directly brought along to see patients or let appear in public, nor did he discuss my identity with anyone else. Every month, he would co to the countryside to see , continuing this for over a decade.”
“As for the Returning Pill, just as Gao He ntioned earlier, my master’s aging body couldn’t keep up with the demands, so he handed over the task to .”
“In my first year of high school during the sumr vacation, I traveled across the length and breadth of the region for two months gathering the necessary materials, then under my master’s guidance, produced three Returning Pills.”
“My master tested the first pill himself to verify the effectiveness of the Returning Pill. He kept one of the remaining two for himself and gave one to to carry for ergencies.”
“The dicine has been asked for soone to fetch from the Lu Family, it will arrive soon,” Lu Sheng looked up, her gaze sweeping across everyone: “Have I made myself clear enough?”
This was indeed very clear.
The reason and backstory of being taken as a disciple by Feng Guolin, even the origin of the Returning Pill, all were explained.
Where is there anyone left to question now?
Seeing that Lu Sheng is indeed Feng Guolin’s closed-door disciple, even high-ranking and proud people like Fu Yun and Fu Siya had complex expressions.
That is Feng Guolin.
There is only one thing in the world considered fair, whether you are a destitute beggar under a bridge or a rich tycoon, everyone only has one life.
All humans will inevitably fall ill, it’s just a matter of ti, severity, pain, and whether it’s fatal or not.
Why are those present so knowledgeable about Feng Guolin’s affairs, even to the extent that Siya knows the exact year he accepted his closed-door disciple.
The richer and more powerful are the more they fear losing everything, the more they cherish life.
For that renowned master of traditional dicine, Feng Guolin, who has retreated from the secular world and is said to have the dical skill to bring people back from death, countless elites and big families in the upper circles would love to make connections with him.
This of course includes Fu Yun and Fu Siya.
In earlier years, the wife from the second branch of the Song Family managed to invite Master Feng to treat her due to her relation to his niece, after much effort.
Later on, not only did Feng Guolin cure her illness, but he also prescribed her a tonic to nurture her health and beauty.
Over the years, this mada followed his prescription daily; even at fifty, her complexion was rosy and radiant, her skin delicate and glowing.
Her condition completely overshadowed other elite ladies who resorted to costic surgeries and botox, making Fu Yun and Fu Siya extrely envious.
Even though Siya is only in her twenties, she has already started worrying about aging, and has been trying to make connections in order to et this master for several years.
However, this master she desperately wanted to et, yet couldn’t, is actually the monthly ntor of this young girl before them.
Doesn’t that an that if they establish a good relationship with this girl, they might connect with Master Feng?
Moreover, this girl herself is Feng Guolin’s closed-door disciple, personally ntored by him for over a decade; undoubtedly, her dical skills are exceptional.
For wealthy people like them, anything purchasable with money is trivial, only the unbuyable are true rare resources.
Yet her mother and aunt just insulted and mocked Lu Sheng, even her mother went forward attempting to slap her, completely offending the girl.
Siya deeply regretted it.
Had she known, she would have stopped her mother earlier; they didn’t understand the situation at all.
As everyone’s thoughts varied, Gao He, who was sitting beside Old Mr. Fu’s bed, finally recovered from the shock of the reality.
He never imagined, the respected master he admired but never t, turned out to be this young girl.
aning, twelve years ago when he was thirty-five, his master uncle was then just a five-year-old toddler.
This is really…
Gao He took a deep breath, finally made up his mind, stood up and kneeled down, his voice trembling: “… Master uncle, your disciple greets you.”
Regardless of age or status, according to the customs of the Feng Sect, a junior should kneel in respect when eting an elder.
Gao He’s kneeling stunned everyone present.
A man in his forties or fifties, kneeling before a girl not even of age in front of so many people??
Only Lu Sheng remained calm, glanced at Gao He lightly, and said, “Stand up, my little disciple nephew.”
At this address, Gao He’s shoulders trembled, then he heard Lu Sheng instructing him: “The friend I asked to fetch the dicine should be arriving soon, please go out to welco him.”
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