That wretched vixen has disguised herself as my wife!

Just like the emperors in storybooks would always say things like, "If you can't cure her, I'll make your entire Imperial Hospital pay with your lives."

“People often do this, but if you kill him, you lose the last hope of saving people, because if he can’t save someone, no one in the world can.”

Fang Zhiyi thought for a moment and shook her head.

"Besides, there are many people in the world waiting for him to save them, and these people won't want him to die."

"Too."

Jiang Jingming thought that if he were a family member waiting in line to rescue someone, he would definitely stand up and stop the person in front of him who dared to pull out a knife.

"Is this the person you're talking about, the one who taught you medicine?"

He was a little curious.

"you guess?"

Fang Zhiyi hugged her knees and tilted her head to look at him.

"Probably."

Jiang Jingming nodded.

Fang Zhiyi's medical skills are far beyond what ordinary quack doctors can acquire.

If it came from such a legendary healer, then it would be understandable.

Upon hearing his answer, Fang Zhiyi smiled, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

The moonlight shone on her long eyelashes, casting a shadow on her face.

Jiang Jingming noticed that she only seemed unfathomable when she smiled, and she always wore a smile that was both genuine and fake.

"So you believe what he said? How many people a person can save in their lifetime is predetermined by fate."

"I don't believe it."

Fang Zhiyi smiled slightly, looking down at the wine flowing in the glass lid.

"I don't believe in fate."

When this person, who had always claimed to be a gentle healer, said these words, it sounded like a child who still stubbornly looked up at gods and Buddhas.

"I went to many places last year, which is why I know what the mermaids of Cangzhou really look like. The rainforests of Cenzhou are covered with mongholica, because I have seen these things with my own eyes. The corpse-dissolving powder I just used was bought in Cenzhou."

Fang Zhiyi propped herself up on her elbow and said slowly:

"No matter where I go, the only constant is that the rich and powerful live in luxury while the dead lie on the streets. The living live a lowly and wretched existence, while the dead cannot rest in peace. Now that I have come out of this world, I understand why truly wise people always live in seclusion. It is a cruel thing to become numb after seeing so much suffering."

Her words reminded Jiang Jingming of the reason why the Duyue Sect had gone into seclusion. Although Jiang Wuwang had never told him, he guessed that was probably the case.

"But since I hold the power to save lives, how can I not go? I will save every person I see."

Fang Zhiyi raised her eyes, her gaze as bright as the moon.

"Doctors should have a heart to save the world. What they do is to defy fate and change destiny. How can they believe in fate?"

In an instant, the moonlight shone like a ribbon, making her appear like a goddess descending to earth.

Jiang Jingming was slightly taken aback, as if something in his heart had been gently tapped.

It was rare for her to be so serious, like a lazy fox shedding its facade to reveal a clever and compassionate heart dedicated to healing the sick.

After a long while, he sighed.

"If Miss Xie heard what you said, she would probably be immediately filled with fighting spirit and drag you to the city gate to set up a medical consultation stall overnight."

"Oh, right. Actually, she has already invited me to go to Zhongzhou with you guys tomorrow."

Fang Zhiyi suddenly smiled and said.

"When?"

“When I bought the lanterns before.”

At that time, the two of them were walking ahead, and I really don't know what they were saying.

Given Xie Yunqi's personality, he would probably just pat his chest and promise to protect him, just like when he invited him.

Jiang Jingming coughed and drank to cover it up.

"Then why did you ask me to bribe you just now?"

"That's why I said I was just kidding you."

Fang Zhiyi rested her chin on her hand, still smiling at him:

"Would Young Master Jing welcome me to join?"

"Welcome, welcome."

Jiang Jingming took a sip of wine and nodded repeatedly.

"Such a perfunctory attitude suggests they're not truly welcoming you."

Fang Zhiyi blinked, her eyes seeming to hold a pool of tender spring water.

Jiang Jingming could only look at her solemnly and say:

I'm glad you could join me.

Why are you happy?

Fang Zhiyi persisted relentlessly.

"Actually, you just said that if I bribed you, you would help me save a lot of people. Although it was a joke, I was still very tempted by it."

Jiang Jingming paused for a moment before continuing:

"I have a feeling that the road ahead won't be easy, and besides, I'm a very nosy person..."

Upon hearing this, Fang Zhiyi couldn't help but sigh.

"So it really is because of this."

"Otherwise, why?"

"Of course, they're all about romance and love."

Fang Zhiyi placed the empty lid of the wine jug over the wine jug in his hand and stood up unsteadily.

Jiang Jingming looked up, the wind lifted her skirt, and a bright moon hung above her head.

Her figure was so slender that it seemed she would melt into the moonlight in a moment, making one want to reach out and grab her.

Jiang Jingming thought this way, and that's what he did.

He suddenly leaned in and took her fingers in his, the touch feeling like cool, clear jade.

Fang Zhiyi was slightly taken aback, as if she hadn't expected this person to actually make a move.

The night air was still and quiet. The two looked at each other, both slightly dazed from the effects of the alcohol.

The silence was finally broken by a dull thud from not far away.

Aqing stood at the door of her room, the short knife hanging at her waist fluttering in the wind, and knocked on the wooden door.

Thus, the three of them found themselves in a strange atmosphere.

Aqing's face was covered by a thin iron mask, so Jiang Jingming couldn't see her expression.

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Iron Face

The next day.

Jiang Jingming changed into a dark blue robe, hung Wujiu around his waist, and pushed open the door.

It was already bright outside, and birds were chirping on the eaves.

As soon as Jiang Jingming stepped onto the corridor, he saw Xie Yunqi waving vigorously at him.

"Hey! Jingming, why are you so late, you lazybones! We were just about to leave."

Fang Zhiyi sat leaning against the railing beside him, holding a cup of tea in her hand, and gave him a slight smile.

Jiang Jingming thought to himself, "I also envy your good sleep, Miss, that you can fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow."

In fact, apart from her, none of the other four people slept well.

Thinking of this, Jiang Jingming couldn't help but turn around and look at another room.

But they bumped right into Ah Qing, who was coming out after closing the door.

She had also changed into a smoky blue dress, carrying a bundle in one hand. When she saw him, she nodded and greeted him.

He maintained his calm and composed expression, as if the awkward situation from last night had not occurred.

Jiang Jingming stood there staring at her for a long time, while Aqing silently lowered her head and did not meet his gaze.

The awkward tension between the two was broken by Xie Yunqi, who rushed over excitedly.

"Ah Qing! Good morning! Good morning!"

"morning."

Aqing nodded again.

"I went to see Lu Zhao this morning. He's awake and getting ready now!"

"Looks like everything's alright now?"

Jiang Jingming crossed his arms and leaned against a pillar in the corridor.

"I'm completely fine now, Sister Fang is truly a miracle doctor!"

"Sister Fang?"

Jiang Jingming twitched the corner of his mouth.

“We’ve switched birthdays; she’s six months older than me. Hey, Qing, when is your birthday?”

Xie Yunqi asked the question with great interest.

She seemed eagerly anticipating Ah Qing revealing a younger person's birthday so that she could also be called "older sister."

Aqing thought for a moment and shook her head.

"I don't know, I just remember it was probably in spring."

Jiang Jingming raised his eyes and looked into her clear eyes.

When they were in the Duyue Sect, they celebrated their birthdays together, but these were not their actual birth dates. Instead, Master Han had chosen an auspicious day for them, October 14th.

Ah Qing must have seriously considered Xie Yunqi's question at this moment, and then realized that what she wanted to know was his real birth date.

"what!"

Xie Yunqi first sighed in disappointment, then realized something and glanced at Jiang Jingming nervously.

She was probably afraid of bringing up the other person's painful memories, since in the young lady's eyes, celebrating her birthday was a ritual that had to be performed every year.

If you can't remember, it at least shows that your parents didn't take it very seriously.

"My birthday is also in spring, so let's pretend we're the same age!"

Xie Yunqi composed himself and put on a bright smile again.

"Ah."

Aqing nodded; she didn't really care about any of that.

Xie Yunqi breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, grabbed Jiang Jingming's sleeve, and walked forward.

"Jingming, let me tell you, although Lu Zhao is alright, his face is swollen like a big pig's head, it's hilarious!"

Why is it swollen?

"I don't know, maybe it's because I slapped him several times when he was acting crazy last night..."

As the group passed through the corridor, Fang Zhiyi had already finished her tea and gracefully stood up.

"Are you ready to leave?"

"Yes, yes, if we set off today, we probably won't reach the Posuo River until tomorrow afternoon."

Xie Yunqi had already calculated the distance in advance, and he pursed his lips helplessly: