Mo Hua Is My Father
Mo Ruo swayed his wine pot as he walked in. His drowsy eyes were slightly squinted, as if he was about to fall over.
Looks like they've mistaken this place for a tavern!
He walked to Jing Rong's side, took out a pill from his waist pocket and fed it to Jing Rong.
"If you die, don't tell anyone that I was the one who treated your illness."
Ruining my reputation!
What a disgrace!
This pill was indeed miraculous. Jing Rong's wound stopped bleeding as soon as he swallowed it. Not only did the pain lessen, but his body was also filled with energy.
You brat, don't tell me you gave him a stimulant?
Jing Rong paused for a moment, then asked, "How did you get in?"
Mo Ruo shrugged, "I said I was looking for you, so those people let me in. I thought they probably wanted to kill me too, so I let them in to be buried with you."
Neither salty nor bland!
Jing Rong choked, not knowing how to reply.
Mo Ruo placed the wine pot in his hand to the side, saying softly, "There's sulfur powder inside, use it when necessary."
Jing Rong smiled.
"You're awake for once."
"I'm always awake."
He raised his eyebrows.
Jing Rong remained silent.
Mo Ruo stood up and walked towards Ji Yunshu.
He shook his head, a trace of regret in his voice, "I didn't expect you to know about scattered personality disorders. You're right, it would be a pity if you don't practice medicine."
Pfft!
What scattered personality disorder? How could he make it sound so poetic?
Wasn't it just a split personality?
Ji Yunshu was still wondering why this fellow wasn't here when Jing Rong was here. He was supposed to be the finale.
She used her chin to point at the fainted Zhao Qing, "Can it be cured?"
"Depends."
As he spoke, he walked over and squatted down beside Zhao Qing. He turned over his arm and checked his pulse.
Zhao Huai didn't understand, his face darkened, his heart wary and confused.
"Who are you?"
"Mo Hua is my father." Mo Ruo said.
Mo Hua?
Zhao Huai was shocked.
"You're the son of a divine doctor?" Zhao Huai lowered his guard.
"What's so surprising about that? Who doesn't have a son?"
The pulse reading was over!
She then pried open Zhao Qing's eyes, pinched his cheeks, and looked at his tongue. She then clapped her hands and said lazily, "It's alright. This illness isn't very serious. If it's treated, it can be cured."
Zhao Huai was elated. "Really?"
"Of course."
"But the divine doctor said that this illness can't be cured."
Mo Ruo was displeased. "Whatever the old man can cure, I can too. Whatever the old man can't cure, I can too."
His face was filled with arrogance, full of arrogance.
Then, he stood up and flicked his sleeves. With a conditional tone, he said, "I can help you cure him, but you have to let everyone go."
"Let him go?" Zhao Huai gritted his teeth. "You've killed so many of my brothers and smeared sulfur powder on the gold. It's obvious that you're trying to blow up my Gaoshan Gang. How can I let you go?"
"Then I won't treat this illness. In this world, apart from me, you won't be able to find another person who can treat this illness."
"You …"
"You won't lose anything."
F * ck!
It was a big loss.
Zhao Huai's heart wavered.
At this moment, he lifted his eyelids that were about to fall off. He pushed himself up and walked over with heavy steps.
Even though he was injured, His Highness's stance was still strong.
He looked at Zhao Huai and said, "Why are you struggling? Although Gaoshan Gang is full of traps, making it difficult to enter and difficult to leave, your men are all weak, like a plate of loose sand. Even if you have the advantage in numbers, this prince's men are not to be trifled with. If they can kill thirty to forty of your men, they can also wipe out the hundreds and thousands of your men. Right now, this prince has deployed three thousand troops and is about to reach the foot of the mountain. As soon as I give the order, they will attack. Even if both sides suffer heavy losses in the end, your Gaoshan Gang will be razed to the ground and turned into ruins. If this prince were you, I would stop as soon as possible to avoid unbearable consequences."
There was a hint of coldness in his tone.
The so-called three thousand troops made Zhao Huai's heart skip a beat.
In fact, he had already predicted the current situation.
However, the stubbornness and loyalty in his heart caused him to act strangely. After all, so many of his brothers had died, how could he turn a blind eye to it?
He glanced at his brothers around him.
He hesitated.
Finally coming to a decision, he gritted his teeth. "Fine, as long as Zhao Qing is cured, all of you can leave safely."
Then, he ordered his men to carry Zhao Qing to the backyard of the Gaoshan Gang.
He steeled his heart and told Mo Ruo, "You must cure Zhao Qing's illness first before you can leave. Otherwise, even if both sides suffer heavy losses, I will not hesitate."
Mo Ruo was shocked and distressed. "This kind of illness can't be cured in a short period of time. Are you going to keep us here for another year or so?"
"Then five days. Within five days, as long as Zhao Qing's condition improves, and you can guarantee that he will continue to improve without you around, I will let you leave."
Five days?
You must be joking, right?
Mo Ruo could not accept this.
Jing Rong said, "Five days it is!"
Mo Ruo's eyes widened as he walked over. "How can five days be possible?"
"Aren't you a divine doctor?"
"I am a divine doctor, not a doctor who can save people with a single needle."
Brother, stop messing with me.
Jing Rong's attitude was firm. He deliberately lowered his voice and whispered into Mo Ruo's ear, "Are you confident that you can cure him?"
"It's not a big problem to prescribe the right medicine, but time is a problem. This illness will take at least a year and a half to cure."
"I didn't say that you can cure him in five days." Jing Rong said seriously, "Mo Ruo, my original plan has been disrupted. Now that I'm injured, it's impossible for us to leave with just Ziran, Zijin, and you. The three thousand soldiers in Jingzhou have not received my orders and are not at the foot of the mountain. We can't fight them head-on. You should promise me first, so I can recuperate here and make further plans."
Mo Ruo sighed after listening to him.
He agreed to Zhao Huai's request.
And so —
Jing Rong and the rest stayed in the Gaoshan Gang for the time being.
Zhao Huai acted as the 'host' and kindly arranged a room for them. He also prepared some medicinal herbs for Jing Rong as a form of hospitality.
Mo Ruo also seized the time to treat Zhao Qing.
Zhao Qing lay on the bed, and Mo Ruo took his pulse.
He furrowed his brows for a moment, then relaxed. He had someone bring a bag of silver needles and a glass lamp.
"Take off your clothes," he ordered.
Ba Hu was stunned for a moment, then followed Jing Rong's order and took off Zhao Qing's clothes.
Mo Ruo took out a thin silver needle from the bag and heated it over the fire for a while, then inserted it into Zhao Qing's temple.
He took a few more and inserted them into the acupoints on Zhao Qing's head.
However, just as Mo Ruo was about to insert the needle into the left side of Zhao Qing's throat, he noticed a small stripe on his neck, like a scar left behind by a knife.
When Zhao Huai saw Jing Rong's gaze on Zhao Qing's neck, he immediately became alarmed.
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