A four-year-old medical prodigy descended to the mortal realm, and the entire capital sought her tre

Before he even reached the bedside, he heard Changping excitedly say, "Young Master... Young Master's wound has healed!"

Changping wiped away her tears and sobbed uncontrollably.

Wang Mengling kicked Changping: "You rascal, my brother's wound has healed, why are you crying! You scared me to death!"

"I'm so sorry, miss, please take a look, it's really all healed!" Changping said, pointing to Wang Yucong's back.

When Wang Mengling stepped forward, she saw that the wound on Wang Yucong's back, which had been oozing pus and blood, had disappeared.

Only a few shallow whip marks remained.

Wang Mengling burst into tears.

She covered her mouth and nose, "That's great...that's great...my brother's injury is finally healed!"

Wang Yucong slowly turned over, and Wang Mengling noticed that his previously pale face had regained its color.

"Brother, how are you feeling?" Wang Mengling asked, her voice still choked with sobs.

"Wow, that herb you brought back has such amazing effects?" Wang Yucong exclaimed.

He slowly sat up and was even able to move his shoulders and arms.

After resting for a while, I got out of bed.

"Mengliing, where did you get these herbs?" Wang Yucong now had the energy to learn about this magical medicine.

"Um... Ling Shu Hall, a newly opened medical clinic." That's all Wang Mengling told him.

She recalled that three years ago, she often went to the general's mansion to pester Zhao Jinzhong, but he ignored her.

When Wang Yucong found out about her return, he talked to her for a long time and kept joking about it.

So this time she simply didn't mention Zhao Jinzhong at all.

It's better to avoid trouble, and his wound has healed anyway.

"Ling Shu Hall?" Wang Yucong nodded and silently memorized the name.

After the clinic officially opened, Zhao Jinzhong got up every day to practice martial arts when the cavalry general crowed.

After practicing for two hours, it was just past dawn.

After daybreak, he went to Lanxiang Courtyard to wake Zhou Ruo up. After breakfast, the brother and sister went to the clinic together.

Therefore, although Zhao Jinzhong stayed at the clinic every day, it did not prevent him from practicing martial arts to recover his body and prepare for the competition.

The day after giving Wang Mengling the Purple Gold Grass, as Zhao Jinzhong called Zhou Ruo to wake up, Zhou Ruo told Zhao Jinzhong with her eyes still closed:

"Brother, my spiritual power has increased to 67%."

Zhao Jinzhong was pleasantly surprised, but only a few people came to the clinic yesterday. Could that be enough to increase spiritual power by even one point?

"Is it the Purple Gold Grass?" Zhao Jinzhong suddenly remembered.

Zhou Ruo kept her eyes closed for a long time, and she nodded at the heavy head, saying, "Yes."

"It seems Wang Yucong isn't as bad as his father," Zhao Jinzhong thought to himself.

Zhou Ruo yawned and then told Zhao Jinzhong, "Brother, the False Blood Powder is only available when making pills."

"What?" Zhao Jinzhong was shocked. He sorted out his thoughts and said:

"So, the Blood-Activating Powder on Wang Mengling's brother was contaminated during the alchemy process?"

Zhou Ruo opened her eyes, rubbed them with her hands, and tears welled up in her eyes. "Yes."

Zhao Jinzhong fell into deep thought...

A month before the martial arts competition, Zhao Jinzhong had fully recovered.

Zhao Yucheng and Ji Ping were both very happy, but Zhou Ruo was the happiest.

That morning, Zhou Ruo got up early and arrived at Wude Academy before Zhao Jinzhong came to call her.

When Zhou Ruo arrived at the Martial Arts Academy, Zhao Jinzhong had just finished practicing and was changing clothes in his room.

Zhou Ruo walked in and found that Zhao Jinzhong's body was surrounded by a layer of white light with a faint golden hue.

His blood circulation was smooth, indicating that he had a healthy and robust physique.

"Brother, you're completely better!" Zhou Ruo exclaimed in surprise.

As Zhao Jinzhong put on his coat, he nodded with a smile, "That's right, I've felt energetic these past two days."

He stepped forward and walked up to Zhou Ruo, bent down and gently stroked her nose with his finger, saying, "I went horseback riding last night."

"real?"

"real."

Zhou Ruo cheered excitedly, "Great! Great! Brother's alright now!"

"Brother, where are the fruits? I'm so happy! When I'm happy, I want to eat fruits, and the happier I am, the more fruits I want to eat."

Zhao Jinzhong had no choice but to have Wu Jia bring in a basket of fruit.

That morning, Zhou Ru ate eight fruits, more than three times her usual amount.

On that very day, a regular customer came to the clinic.

At the end of noon, a man dressed in ordinary clothes walked into the clinic.

He had been lingering outside the clinic for quite some time before even entering.

After entering the clinic, he neither greeted anyone nor spoke.

He walked straight to the medicine cabinet and looked at it from top to bottom and from left to right.

He nodded for a moment, then shook his head.

Zhou Ruo looked him over but didn't notice any signs of illness on him.

Zhao Jinzhong was sitting behind Zhou Ruo reading a book, and his gaze followed the man ever since he came in.

An Chang, meanwhile, sat behind the tea table, cracking melon seeds and glancing at others as he did so.

Seeing the man standing in front of the medicine cabinet examining it and nodding, An Chang was satisfied, thinking that this man knew his stuff.

An Chang became unhappy when she saw the man shake his head.

He slammed all the sunflower seeds back onto the table, jumped up, and walked toward the man.

"Sir, do you have any complaints about our medicine cabinet?"

The man turned to look at An Chang, sizing him up and down, and immediately recognized An Chang as a wealthy young master.

He nodded, agreeing with An Chang's statement: "That's right."

An Chang hissed, "Then tell me, what's your opinion?"

The man turned his gaze back to the medicine cabinet.

"The display is disorganized; the medicinal materials are not categorized and arranged, and some of them may affect each other's medicinal properties."

An Chang was indignant. He thought the man was just an ordinary commoner, yet he dared to come to the Ling Shu Hall and point fingers.

Zhao Jinzhong felt that this man looked somewhat familiar.

He put down the book in his hand, got up and walked to the man's side.

First, bow to the other party with clasped hands, then inquire, "Esteemed sir, could you please offer some guidance?"

An Chang looked at Zhao Jinzhong in surprise: "Jinzhong, when did you become so humble?"

Zhao Jinzhong used to be even more arrogant than An Chang, and he didn't care about anyone.

Now, he actually greets a stranger with a fist and palm salute and even asks for their advice.

The man turned around, clasped his hands in a salute to Zhao Jinzhong, and said, "Young General, it's been a long time. How have you been?"

Zhao Jinzhong stared into the man's eyes for a long time, finally remembering him from that familiar look.

"Are you... Jia... Yuntian?"

"Young General, you have an excellent memory and keen eyesight! It is indeed I!"

An Chang stared in disbelief as the two exchanged pleasantries. "You...you two know each other?"

Zhao Jinzhong looked at An Chang, "Do you know the Jia family, one of the four great imperial merchants of the capital back then?"

An Chang thought for a moment, "Is it the one whose house was raided?"

Zhao Jinzhong nodded.

An Chang suddenly realized what was going on, and stared at Jia Yuntian with his mouth agape and eyes wide open.

"You are... wait, weren't you beheaded?"

Ignoring An Chang's rude remarks, Jia Yuntian simply asked Zhao Jinzhong, "And who is this young master?"

Zhao Jinzhong: "Oh! Let me introduce you, this is An Chang, the heir of the Prince An's mansion."

Upon hearing An Chang's identity, Jia Yuntian immediately became much more respectful: "So you are Prince An, I've heard so much about you."

"Heh...heh..." An Chang laughed awkwardly in return.

Jia Yuntian then explained to him, "I am Jia Guozhang's son, and the one who was beheaded was my father."