The First Serious Patient

Let alone knowing that the Lingxian Sect was located in Xiushui Village.

When Lin Xiao and the others went to rescue people back then, even though they had shared a boat, they never formally introduced themselves.

Due to the urgency of the situation, Han Weishu simply assumed they were helpers from another sect hired by the royal family, and she had no mind to pay attention to their identities. Later, she had been entirely focused on taking care of Tong Jialiang in the backyard, so she knew absolutely nothing about the Lingxian Sect in Xiushui Village.

Mo Yuanjiao nodded and said, "Rest assured, Miss Han, we will definitely do our best to treat him."

Baojian also composed his emotions and stood up. His hand was still gently holding Tong Jialiang's without letting go. He looked at Han Weishu and said, "Miss Han, thank you for taking care of my cousin these past few days. I have no way to repay this great kindness, so please accept three kowtows from me."

With that, he moved swiftly to kneel down and kowtow to Han Weishu.

Fortunately, Han Weishu was quick to react. She caught him and pulled him back up, saying, "There's no need for that. A'Liang is my friend, so naturally, I will help him when he's in trouble. However, you mentioned taking him to this Xiushui Village for treatment—can I go along with you?"

Mo Yuanjiao was a little surprised that she would make this request. After all, he knew this girl was from the Qinghe Sect. When she previously went to Prefect Tong to report the case, she used her identity as a disciple of the Qinghe Sect. Since Prefect Tong knew, it meant the few people managing affairs for the Lingxian Sect outside also knew.

He just didn't know why she had this idea, but since she wanted to go, she might as well. There were already quite a few outsiders living in their Xiushui Village anyway.

Thus, Mo Yuanjiao agreed to her request.

Having met, recognized each other, and settled the matter, Han Weishu packed her things the next day and left the Lingxiao Escort Agency with them, walking out of the Songyang County town together.

Then, she watched in great astonishment as Mo Yuanjiao took out a spirit boat, controlled it to expand, and asked them to board.

Han Weishu looked at Mo Yuanjiao with a somewhat complex expression.

To think that the master A'Liang spoke of was actually a cultivator, and one she hadn't detected at all.

Moreover, he actually had such a spirit boat on hand, even though this spirit boat looked a bit ugly.

She just didn't know which of the other two sects this cultivator belonged to.

Xiushui Village...

When the spirit boat carrying the group arrived at Cuifeng Town, Mo Yuanjiao dropped off Old Madam Mo, Madam Mo, and their servants and guards there.

When General Mo came over previously, after confirming that his son's cultivation here was indeed fine, he had already ordered people to purchase a residence here in advance.

Therefore, Madam Mo figured that although the journey hadn't been too exhausting, they had still been travelling for some time. Furthermore, Mo Yuanjiao had mentioned that the difficulty of the Path of Seeking Heart set up by their sect had increased significantly, and he feared they wouldn't be able to pass it right away.

It was best for them to temporarily settle down at the residence in Cuifeng Town.

In the evening, Mo Yuanjiao brought Baojian, Tong Jialiang, and Han Weishu back to Xiushui Village.

Because most of the sect members now lived on the mountain, their previous residences had been left empty.

As early as half an hour ago, Mo Yuanjiao had used a voice transmission talisman to tell his master, Lin Dayou, that he was bringing people back and needed to borrow an empty house in the village.

As soon as Lin Dayou received the message, he went down the mountain and returned to his own home. After using the dust removal spell many times on the house, he finally cleaned the long-unoccupied house from top to bottom.

After receiving Mo Yuanjiao and the others at the village entrance, Lin Dayou brought them over and let them settle in temporarily.

Along the way, Han Weishu had been carefully observing the surroundings. She found that this was indeed just an ordinary small village, except that many of the farmlands they passed by faintly exuded an aura of spiritual energy.

It was just that the distance wasn't very close, so she didn't know if it was her illusion.

But also because she knew Mo Yuanjiao was likely a cultivator with a much higher cultivation level than herself, she held some expectations regarding what he said about treating Tong Jialiang.

It was normal for a place where cultivators stayed to have some spiritual energy.

Thinking this way, she stopped dwelling on it and settled down peacefully. Every day, she continued to take care of Tong Jialiang as usual, only now she had an extra helper: Baojian.

With Baojian around, she didn't need to do any of the serving tasks at all. Now, she only needed to talk to Tong Jialiang every day, hold his hand for walks, and the like.

Meanwhile, Mo Yuanjiao told Sun Yigao about Tong Jialiang's condition.

After hearing this, Sun Yigao came over to check on Tong Jialiang's condition right after classes ended the next afternoon.

Over these days, Sun Yigao, who had been dealing with medicinal pills, had unknowingly mastered many medical principles. The various pill recipes and related ancient texts that Liao Pantu had collected over five hundred years were given to him as if they cost nothing. Unknowingly, he had become the default doctor within the Lingxian Sect.

Although he didn't have many opportunities to practice.

Strictly speaking, Tong Jialiang could be considered his first proper patient.

After carefully examining Tong Jialiang's condition, Sun Yigao stood up straight and said to the people in the room, "I haven't attempted to treat this condition of his before, but I have seen similar records in some ancient texts. Give me some time to study it these next few days, and I will do my best to cure him."

Mo Yuanjiao naturally believed him; this was an existence much more formidable than himself!

Baojian went without saying. If his young master thought he was reliable, then he was definitely reliable!

As for Han Weishu, for some unknown reason, looking at the gentle and jade-like Sun Yigao, she inexplicably felt convinced as well.

And so, the matter of treating Tong Jialiang was settled.

A couple of days later, when Old Madam Mo and Madam Mo had sorted out their residence in Cuifeng Town and rested enough, Mo Yuanjiao finally brought them to Xiushui Village.

In their daily lives, apart from visiting their own estates, Old Madam Mo and Madam Mo had never been to the countryside. At most, they had occasionally passed by some villages.

Now, walking in this village with its crisscrossing paths where the sounds of chickens and dogs could be heard, they found it quite novel.

However, this village was quite different from what they had imagined.

They originally thought that in such a remote place with rolling mountains, there should be very few people.

But unexpectedly, Xiushui Village was bustling with people coming and going.

There were also many carriages going back and forth. The road from the town to the village was very flat and spacious, entirely different from the small, potholed village roads in their impression where even walking was difficult, let alone driving a carriage.

Moreover, after walking deep into the village, they discovered that there were actually inns, restaurants, shops, and a small market in this village!

Aside from not having proper walls and a gate tower, and its area not being that large, what difference was there between this and a small town?

Seeing that his mother and grandmother did not hide their surprise at all, Mo Yuanjiao puffed out his chest and said to them very proudly, "Grandmother, Mother, these are all shops jointly run by our sect and the village. Do you want to go in and take a look?"

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