One of them said, "Last night the master I encountered ntioned that Physician Ding and his wife are reclusive experts. They rely gave us a light punishnt last night. If Boss Li continues to offend them, I fear he might eventually suffer misfortune."
The crowd gradually dispersed, but Boss Li inside the Li Mansion was still unable to contain his rage. He deeply resented Wang Mazu for his incompetence and for wasting a perfect opportunity. Now it seed that this path was no longer viable, and he would have to think of another way.
With a darkened expression, he pondered for a mont before calling out, "Old Zhou!"
An elderly butler quickly appeared before him, his face covered with a sycophantic smile, and respectfully said, "Master, did you call for ?"
"Prepare a generous gift. I must visit Daoist Priest Zhao at Chaotian Temple," he commanded.
"Understood, Master. Shall I make the arrangents right away, or have you set a ti?" the butler inquired.
"The sooner the better!"
In Cangwu Building, Lady Wu and Physician Ding began their daily work of healing. Their efficiency was remarkable; so patients needed only a brief examination before they accurately diagnosed the ailnt and prescribed the necessary herbs, making the process of seeing patients extrely swift.
At that mont, a cute-looking Little Maid approached them with a nervous expression and asked, "Physician Ding, my young master is ill and unable to leave the house. Can you prescribe so dicine to help him?"
Ding Xiao peered out and upon seeing the adorable Little Maid, a grave look flickered in his eyes before he smiled and said, "Little girl, which family’s maid are you, and how can I treat your young master if he doesn’t co here?"
The Little Maid replied, "I serve at the Chen Mansion. My young master is the eldest son of the Chen family. He has contracted a strange illness, looking pale and weak. Many physicians have seen him, but none have been able to cure him."
Ding Xiao listened attentively to the Little Maid’s description. After she finished, he said, "Your young master’s illness isn’t a big deal. I estimate he’ll be able to recover on his own in a few days. However, it’s you who might face serious trouble if you don’t seek treatnt quickly."
Upon hearing this, the Little Maid’s complexion paled, and she asked anxiously, "Please, Physician Ding, would you take a look at ? I’m still young; I don’t want to die."
Ding Xiao’s face softened into a comforting smile. He reached out and gently patted the Little Maid’s head, assuring her, "Don’t worry, you won’t have any problems with here, but you must go back and tell your family you need to rest well for the next few days."
The Little Maid looked up at Physician Ding, finding reassurance in his presence. Her cheeks blushed as she nodded in agreent.
"I’ll prepare a prescription for your young master. It should significantly improve his condition after he takes it. I’ll also prepare one for you; rember to take it on schedule after you return ho."
The Little Maid nodded earnestly, respectfully taking the herbs from Ding Xiao’s hands and then returned to the Chen Mansion.
Ding Xiao watched her retreating figure, his eyes deep and thoughtful, with a flicker of sharpness briefly crossing his gaze.
"Such loathso tactics; I can already sll that pungent odor," Lady Wu complained, approaching her husband.
Ding Xiao gently held his wife’s hand, his tone slightly icy as he said, "Soone is indeed audacious and reckless. It seems I must inform the Little Monk."
The Little Maid had no idea that her departure had elicited such a reaction from Ding Xiao and his wife; she continued to happily skip toward the Chen Mansion.
As soon as she entered, she headed straight for the young master’s location.
anwhile, the eldest young master of the Chen Mansion was recuperating in the courtyard, with his personal Maid carefully peeling grapes and gently feeding them to him, her face brimming with happiness.
When she heard the rry footsteps of the Little Maid, she frowned. Shortly after, she saw the Maid carrying the herbs enter and asked with a displeasure, "Dong i, have you no sense of propriety? Don’t you know the young master is resting? Making such noise, are you courting death?"
The Little Maid was startled by the voice and, upon seeing the Maid’s expression, timidly replied, "I’m sorry, Sister Chun Tao, I just brought the dicine for the young master!"
"dicine? What dicine?"
"It’s Doctor Ding’s dicine, ah. I heard his dical skills are extrely skillful, so I took advantage of the rest day to have a look. He said the young master’s illness isn’t too serious and that he should recover in a few days,"
"He didn’t even see the young master and knew the condition, could it be a quack doctor deceiving people!" the maid said with so skepticism.
After all, in this world, physicians still relied on observation, listening, questioning, and examining the pulse. How could a physician prescribe dicine just by listening to a description? Moreover, so many famous doctors had been at a loss with the young master’s illness, yet this Doctor Ding casually claid it would be well in a few days—truly an absurdity.
"No, it can’t be. Doctor Ding is so amazing. He has cured many people’s illnesses around us. If he says the young master can be cured, then he surely will be," the little maid declared with certainty, speaking highly of Doctor Ding.
The maid wanted to argue further, but she saw her own young master suddenly open his eyes and said with a smile, "This physician is interesting. Pass the dicine he gave so I can have a look."
The little maid handed over the dicinal materials but hesitantly said, "Young master, may I ask for two days off?"
The young master didn’t speak, but the maid by his side went on incessantly, "You’ve only entered the mansion a few days ago, and now you’re asking for leave. If all servants were like you, what kind of rules would there be? What do you think this Chen Mansion is?"
Her words made the little maid’s eyes brim with tears, looking pitiful.
"Never mind, why ask for leave when you’re perfectly fine?" the young master asked with a smile.
"Doctor Ding said I was ill and needed to take my dicine properly, or I would die," the little maid said softly, rubbing the corner of her eyes.
She enjoyed this world and did not want to die so soon.
"You look perfectly fine, maybe this Doctor Ding is just boasting, perhaps trying to swindle your money by saying such things," the maid said, still unconvinced.
On the contrary, the pale-faced young master waved his hand and said, "It’s nothing. If it’s really like that, you can go back and rest, focus on your treatnt. You can co back in a few days."
Upon hearing this, the little maid lifted her head and said happily, "You’re really kind, young master!"
After the little maid left, the gorgeous maid by his side said in a coquettish tone, "Young master, you’re just too soft-hearted. How could you let that girl go back so easily?"
"A little girl like her can’t do much anyway," replied the young master with a smile, waving his hand. He then curiously opened the packet of dicinal materials brought by the little maid, but upon a first glance, his expression suddenly changed, and he seed rather displeased as he tossed the herbs aside.
"What’s wrong, young master?"
"Nothing, it’s just that I don’t quite like these dicinal materials!"
At this ti, the young master’s face was notably pale, distressed because among the herbs was a few that slled particularly foul—not to humans, but to the Flood Dragon hiding within this body.
He thought to himself, "I can’t delay any longer. Tomorrow I shall perform the secret technique to restore my body. If I wait any longer, that bald monk will co looking for . This little maid will make a fine first al."
The little maid on her way ho was completely unaware that a life-or-death crisis was about to befall her.
At the mont, she pinched her nose and drank down a bowl of bitter-tasting dicine in one gulp, feeling a warm current surge into her stomach, not as bad as she had imagined.
After taking the dicine, she felt her eyelids beco incredibly heavy. She slowly climbed into bed, covered herself with a blanket, and fell asleep.
anwhile, the Flood Dragon within the Chen Mansion was also activating its Technique at this very mont.
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