Chapter 43: The Foremost Physician

The woman naturally did not believe it and waited quietly for her husband to wake up.

It wasn’t long before Liu Sheng and the others came out of their respective rooms, clearly having recovered.

All of them looked on with curiosity at Qin Yu’s side.

“Hmph, I told you, experience is the most important thing. What use is empty medical skill?” Pu Lin looked on...

As Lu Yu’s voice rang out across heaven and earth, from the spot where the ground had been attacked, a strange monster with many feelers burrowed up from beneath the earth.

Mo Zun suddenly reached out, his large hand gripping her throat and forcibly turning her around. He leaned in, his thin lips pressing down, and as always, his domineering presence easily claimed everything from her.

Xue Xingran cursed, then forced herself to ignore the numbness from the cold and slashed the tip of her blade toward the black box.

“The fan was painted by Azhang, the kite was made by Uncle Jing,” Lin Zhizhi introduced simply.

“Although they’re not as formidable as the likes of Pan Hu, they’re still outstanding among our people, rarely meeting equals,” Ru Ge revealed a hint of pride.

This world was meant to be kindhearted, yet goodness was shrouded by filthy desires, so the malice of reality often chilled to the bone.

“Good, good, very nice, this is the one,” Huo Yixin was also quite satisfied with the design sketch for the team uniform.

Sun Kui glared at him angrily, but before he could speak, someone laughed and said, “Now, don’t wrong him like that. Even poisoning takes skill. He doesn’t have that kind of ability.”

I often comforted him, telling him that everyone grows up eventually; when facing setbacks, we should be optimistic, not discouraged.

Yan Tianheng is a true prodigy. Compared to him, even Liu Wei falls short. However, Yan Tianheng never had any intention of going professional. When Li Dafu invited him, he bluntly said that pro gaming was too slow and didn’t pay enough—being a game booster was better.

“So, in your eyes, I’m that unworthy,” Wang Yao finally spoke, his expression as calm as ever, his tone utterly even, as if he were talking to a stranger.

“Sister Hu, you’ve really put me through the wringer,” the old lady of the Hui family pretended to wail, looking utterly aggrieved.

“Who gave me this hatred? It’s maxed out all at once?!” Xiao Yi frowned deeply, extremely puzzled.

I silently accepted the wish ring, instantly feeling the energy pulsing within it, resonating with the four great elements, as if they were communicating.

“If you’ve got the guts, shoot me dead right now—spare me the nonsense!” Ma Yong glared fiercely, utterly unafraid.

However, breaking off the engagement is a matter for the future. For now, bearing this identity, she would not embarrass the Southern Sword Emperor. Wherever she could preserve his dignity, she would not deliberately ignore it. She would neither go out of her way to please, nor purposely make things awkward.

They truly went to great lengths not to appear in front of me—so considerate, so painstaking… they nearly succeeded.

But he was no fool. His arrogance in reality stemmed from his strengths in many areas. No matter how contemptuous he was of others, no one could really do anything to him.

Now, with Huo Siting’s hand resting on her ankle, she felt that pretending to have twisted it was absolutely the right idea.

Li Shaoyuan wanted to curse him, but under that murderous gaze, his lips felt glued shut and he could not utter a word.

“Do not dwell on the past, do not lose yourself in the present, do not indulge in fantasies of the future.” I could vaguely understand the meaning, but Buddhist teachings were vast and profound, and I felt my grasp was far too shallow.

The modest room suddenly plunged into a chill as if it had become an ice cellar. Wisps of black mist began to swirl throughout the space, and amid the eerie darkness, faint cries seemed to echo in the air.