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Suddenly, another commotion erupted outside.
"Help! Someone, please!" A figure burst through the door, crashing in like a whirlwind.
Ling Yuanyuan looked over and saw that the person was covered in blood, resembling a blood gourd. Not daring to hesitate, she quickly instructed her servants to carry him inside.
"Quick, bring a basin of water," Ling Yuanyuan ordered urgently. She needed to clean the wounds of the injured man, who had at least twenty cuts all over his body.
With the heart of a healer, Ling Yuanyuan couldn't help but feel anxious, wondering if he could be saved.
Furrowing her brows, she carefully wiped his wounds, her movements gentle as she bandaged a few of the lighter injuries with strips of cloth.
Feng Yunge lay nearby, watching her serious demeanor. His lips were tightly pressed together, and his delicate features displayed concern and worry. She was both kind and beautiful, like a fairy—truly enchanting. A hint of admiration flickered in Feng Yunge's eyes as he quietly observed her.
Lost in his thoughts, he suddenly felt a sharp twist at his ankle from Ling Qian. He yelped in pain, his face contorted with agony as his body squirmed.
"It's just a sprain; stop making such a fuss."
Ling Qian sighed and turned to look at the bloodied man, her expression tinged with helplessness.
"No, Master Ling, I really can't move at all," Feng Yunge protested, still refusing to get up from the bed with a hint of childish defiance on his face.
A fatal wound had pierced through the man's chest. Ling Qian shook her head; this man was beyond saving. Each time she encountered someone who was beyond medical help, it felt like a tearing pain deep within her heart. That pain flickered across her eyes like a goldfish leaping through the dark depths of a pond, revealing a moment of sorrow and regret.
He pulled out a small white porcelain bottle from his pocket, intending to sprinkle the powdered medicine to alleviate some of his pain before death. Just then, the man suddenly leaped up and swiftly struck two vital points on Ling Qian's body—Zhong and Shenque.
These points were lethal spots on a person's body, and it was clear the man was using all his strength for the attack. If he succeeded, the consequences would be dire. Just as the strike was about to land, Feng Yunge reacted quickly, thrusting two fingers out to block the man's attack. It seemed the man had exhausted his last bit of energy; his eyes rolled back, and he slumped down, lifeless.
Ling Qian glanced at the man, frowned slightly, and walked away. Ever since the title of Ghost Hand Saint Doctor spread through the martial world, he had been subjected to various underhanded tactics. A hint of fatigue and annoyance flickered in his eyes.
"Isn't it you? Is this person you hired?" Ling Yuanyuan picked up a pair of scissors and pointed at Feng Yunge, her gaze filled with suspicion and anger.
"This is an injustice! How could it be me? I just wanted to learn from a master; where would I find a dead man to act?"
The white cloth in Ling Yuanyuan's hands flew as she firmly bound Feng Yunge to the Door Panel, wrapping him from head to toe like a meat dumpling. Her movements were swift and ruthless.
Ling Yuanyuan delivered Feng Yunge like a package to Ling Qian, tossing him onto the ground with a flick of her hands.
"Let him go; he’s not the one causing trouble."
Ling Qian sorted through the herbs with fluid grace, his eyes never leaving his task as his long fingers deftly navigated among them.
"And we should thank this young man for saving my life," Ling Qian said softly, his voice calm and gentle.
Ling Yuanyuan's gaze immediately became entranced; her master stood there with an elegance that was captivating.
She recalled five years ago when she was just a twelve-year-old child begging on the streets, remembering vividly their first encounter.
At that time, he stood there just like this, dressed in flowing white, resembling a celestial being from the heavens. With the same calm tone, he said, "We are all pitiful souls. Become my disciple. If you are willing, follow me."
And so, she followed him for seven years.
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