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Listening to the discussions around him, Han Ziqing's expression grew increasingly grim. He took a deep breath, trying to suppress the anger within him, and turned to Mr. Shi, his tone carrying a hint of pleading: "Master, what do you think..."
Mr. Shi stroked his beard, pondering for a moment before slowly saying, "Ziqing, this young lady is correct; there are no rules against using this item in the competition, and..."
He paused, his gaze shifting to me, filled with admiration: "In my decades of practicing medicine, I have never seen such a miraculous item. This young lady's medical skills are likely on par with mine!"
As soon as Mr. Shi finished speaking, the crowd erupted in an uproar. All eyes turned to me, filled with shock, confusion, and mostly respect.
I smiled slightly and performed a respectful gesture towards Mr. Shi, replying neither humbly nor arrogantly: "Mr. Shi is too kind; I am merely a novice with a superficial understanding."
"There is no need for modesty, young lady," Mr. Shi waved his hand. "I see you are quite young yet possess such extraordinary medical skills. May I ask who your master is?"
I paused for a moment, scanning the crowd before finally resting my gaze on Han Ziqing and slowly said, "I am a disciple of Medicine King Valley."
"Medicine King Valley?"
A gasp rippled through the crowd, even Mr. Shi, who usually remained unperturbed, couldn't help but show surprise.
"The legendary Medicine King Valley that is said to possess divine medical skills capable of bringing the dead back to life?" an elderly man asked tremulously, his tone filled with awe and longing.
I nodded slightly in acknowledgment.
"So you are indeed a high disciple of Medicine King Valley!" Mr. Shi said excitedly. "I had heard in my youth that Medicine King Valley rarely appears in the world; I never expected to have the fortune of meeting its successor today—what an incredible stroke of luck!"
I smiled faintly and replied, "Mr. Shi overestimates me; my descent from the mountain was purely out of necessity."
"Oh?" Mr. Shi looked puzzled. "May I ask what difficulties you face? Perhaps I can be of assistance."
I cast a deep glance at Han Ziqing and slowly said, "I have come here to search for a precious medicinal herb known as the Nine-Turn Resurrection Herb. This herb is extremely rare and only recorded in the medicinal texts passed down through generations of the Han family."
Upon hearing the name "Nine-Turn Resurrection Herb," Han Ziqing's expression changed instantly, and he instinctively took half a step back.
I fixed my gaze firmly on Han Ziqing and stated clearly: "This Nine-Turn Resurrection Herb is crucial for me; I kindly ask Mr. Han to hand over the medicinal texts."
Han Ziqing's face was pale, his lips trembling slightly, yet he couldn't utter a word. He understood what the Nine-Turn Resurrection Herb meant to me and what this medicinal manual represented for the Han family. Now, he found himself in a dilemma.
"Ziqing, what are you still hesitating about?" Lu Wan'er, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up. Her voice was cold as ice, her gaze sharp as she looked at Han Ziqing. "Are you really going to give up the treasured legacy of the Han family for an outsider?"
Han Ziqing abruptly raised his head to look at Lu Wan'er, his eyes filled with struggle.
"Wan'er, I..."
"Ziqing, you need to think clearly. This is not just about your reputation; it concerns the future of the entire Han family," Lu Wan'er said firmly, showing no signs of backing down.
Han Ziqing fell silent. He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
The hall was silent, all eyes focused on Han Ziqing as they awaited his final decision.
After a long while, Han Ziqing let out a long breath as if he had made a difficult choice. He slowly walked up to Mr. Shi, took the heavy medicinal manual with both hands, then turned and walked step by step toward me.
With each step he took, it seemed as though he was bearing immense pressure; his pace was heavy and slow.
Finally, he stopped in front of me and handed over the manual, his voice hoarse as he said, "This manual records the whereabouts of the Nine-Turn Resurrection Herb. I hope you can keep your promise and spare the Han family."
I took the manual without opening it, merely glancing at him before saying, "Don't worry; I keep my word."
After saying that, I turned to leave.
"Wait!" Han Ziqing suddenly called out to me. He took a deep breath as if summoning all his courage and said, "I... I cancel my engagement with Lu Wan'er and apologize to her. Today's matter has nothing to do with her."
At these words, everyone was stunned.
Lu Wan'er's face turned pale as she looked at Han Ziqing in disbelief, her voice trembling as she asked, "Ziqing, what are you saying?"
Han Ziqing did not look at her but bowed deeply to Mr. Shi and the guests present, saying, "Today's matter is my fault towards Wan'er and all of you. I hope everyone can forgive me."
After saying that, he walked out of the hall without looking back.
I stood in place, watching Han Ziqing's departing figure, a meaningful smile curling at the corners of my mouth. Then, I turned my gaze to Lu Wan'er, who still maintained her perfect smile, showing no signs of emotion.
I said nothing, just gave her a deep look before turning to leave.
The crowd automatically parted to make way for me as I left Han Residence.
After I left, the hall remained silent; no one spoke, and the sound of teacups clinking echoed clearly in the quiet space.
After a long while, Mr. Shi sighed deeply, breaking the silence. He slowly said, "Well, well, let everything take its course."
With that, he stood up and left the hall, and the other guests also began to take their leave.
What was once a lively Han Residence quickly became empty, leaving only a mess on the floor and whispers throughout the city.
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