397: Chapter 407: Not Taking Disciples 397: Chapter 407: Not Taking Disciples Yue Rujing was seething with rage to the extre as he said, “You’re really jacking up the price on .”
“Oh, not at all, but you can’t pressure to sell you my precious dicine cheaply just because you’re the Young Master, can you?”
“You…” There was a sense of powerlessness as if she had outmaneuvered him, “I only brought this purse with , and I’ve given it all to you.”
“No worries, I can understand the patient’s difficulties,” Gu Youyou said sympathetically.
That seed fair enough, and Yue Rujing’s expression improved slightly.
“So?”
“So, you can sign a debt note!” Gu Youyou struggled to hold back her laughter as she seriously suggested to him.
Yue Rujing lifted his arm and pointed at her for a long ti, but couldn’t utter a word.
Gu Youyou suddenly stood up, enlightened, and said to Banxia, “Banxia, bring so paper and ink.
The Princely Heir is asking for a pen.”
Finally, Yue Rujing spat out a mouthful of blood in anger, almost fainting on the spot.
Then that woman Gu Youyou continued to prattle, “Even if you faint, you still owe the Silver.
If you don’t pay, I’ll have soone carry you back to the Marquis Residence.”
Hearing this… he completely lost consciousness.
“He’s finally fainted!
Saved a packet of Knockout Drug,” Gu Youyou wiped her sweat, telling the shocked Banxia, “Co, help get him to the sickroom.
I need to use needles on him.”
The clot of blood he had spat out made it the best mont for acupuncture.
Apparently, Jin Zijin didn’t go easy on him either.
Banxia and Gu Youyou moved Yue Rujing onto the sickbed, with her remaining in a stunned state the whole ti.
Honestly, she had never known who Gu Youyou and Jin Zijin were, only that they were from out of town, Gu Youyou was a doctor who opened a clinic here, while Jin Zijin seed to be a soldier who left for the barracks before dawn and only ca back at night.
But now her head was a ss; what kind of soldier could beat the Princely Heir to such a state?
Since it was ti for acupuncture, of course, clothes needed to be removed.
Gu Youyou promptly stripped off Yue Rujing’s clothes, shocking Banxia into silence once again.
Yet there Gu Youyou was, calmly inserting long needles into the Princely Heir’s body, while casually talking to her.
“Banxia, you’re quite smart.
I know you are eager to learn, so I am inclined to teach you dical Skills.
Would you like to learn dicine from ?”
Banxia looked up at Gu Youyou with fear and respect, then lowered her head again and suddenly knelt down.
Of course, she was willing; she was even more willing than her brothers at ho, but because she was a girl, her grandfather and father would never pass on their dical knowledge to her.
“Passing it to sons but not daughters” was the mindset of those with any kind of skill, especially with dical Skills.
Banxia kowtowed to Gu Youyou, “Banxia is willing, Master…
”
“Don’t kneel, get up!” Gu Youyou said indifferently.
Banxia stood frozen on the spot, not understanding what Gu Youyou ant.
Gu Youyou said with a smile, “I will teach you dical Skills, but I won’t accept your formal respects, so you don’t have to call Master.
Don’t read too much into it.
I just feel embarrassed.
We look about the sa age, and I would feel awkward being called Master by you.
If you were ten years younger, then it might be a different story.”
Gu Youyou sounded so genuine that Banxia didn’t dare to think otherwise.
She was a person of true feelings.
Banxia’s eyes suddenly welled up with tears as she softly called her “Sister Youyou.”
The greatest stroke of luck in her life was encountering Gu Youyou, who had carved a new path in her once hopeless existence, allowing her to pursue the dical Skills she had dreamt of learning.
“Don’t be like that; you’re making feel embarrassed,” Gu Youyou said with a laugh, her hands steadily working the needles.
“Okay!” Banxia wiped away her tears and stood up straight.
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