Chapter 639: Chapter 638: Ghost Doctor Can Cure
Lady Liās face was ashen, as she stared at Duan Rong with reddened eyes, yet she forcefully held back the tears, preventing them from sliding down.
On the contrary, Duan Rong seemed to have long accepted life and death, and smilingly held her hand, saying, "Itās okay, living one more day is a day earned, I will be with you."
"If it werenāt for me back then, you wouldnāt have..." Lady Li murmured as she started speaking.
"Lady!" Duan Rong interrupted her, then smilingly said to Wufu, "I apologize for making you witness this scene."
Wufu felt quite uncomfortable and said to Jadeite, "Jadeite, isnāt there really any way left?"
Jadeite replied, "Miss, I donāt know how to cure it." She took off a cloth pouch from her waist, rifled through it, took out a small porcelain bottle, handed it over, and said, "Hereās a Pain-Relieving Pill. Although it canāt cure the root cause, it can alleviate some of your discomfort, allowing you to have a peaceful nightās sleep."
Lady Li grabbed it: "Is this harmful?"
Jadeiteās eyes widened: "If you donāt trust me, give it back to me!"
Duan Rong immediately stood up and bowed to Jadeite, "Please donāt take offense, madam. My wife is just anxious."
Lady Li also awkwardly offered a bow and said, "Itās my fault. I donāt want your help for nothing. You can choose anything you want from here."
Jadeite snorted: "These worthless pieces of iron are not even worth one of my Pain-Relieving Pills. If it werenāt for my mistressās sake, I wouldnāt give you anything!"
Both of them felt awkward.
Wufu coughed and reprimanded, "Jadeite."
Jadeite then turned her head away.
"Iāll help you design and craft a lantern to express my gratitude!" Duan Rong said with a smile, and seeing Lady Li about to speak, he quickly added, "With the Pain-Relieving Pill, I believe there is nothing seriously wrong now."
Lady Li lowered her head, clutching the porcelain bottle tightly, without a word.
"I donāt know what I want either. I suppose Young Master Duan knows better than I do about what makes a special lantern truly special," Wufu said.
After giving it some thought, Duan Rong nodded, "If thatās the case, shall I craft it according to my own ideas?"
"Alright. Iāll send someone to pick it up during the Lantern Festival!" Wufu agreed without asking what it would be, then looking at the large cloak on his body, added, "But Young Master Duan should still take care of his health. If you harm yourself over a lantern, that would be my fault!"
Duan Rong gave a faint smile: "This body of mine is also just living day by day!"
Lady Liās heart tightened, and she instinctively grabbed his arm. Duan Rong patted the back of her hand to comfort her.
"Donāt be afraid."
Wufu found it hard to watch, not understanding these emotions.
"Miss, I canāt cure the Fire-Cold Poison, but the Ghost Doctor, he should be able to," Jadeite interjected at that moment.
"Ghost Doctor? Do you know the Ghost Doctor?" Lady Liās dim eyes suddenly filled with countless sparks of life, instantly coming back to life and approaching Jadeite in a breath.
Wufuās eyes flickered, noting the quickness of her steps.
"It seems Lady Li has also inquired about the Ghost Doctor?" Wufu didnāt answer directly but posed a question instead.
Lady Li did not hide anything, saying, "My husbandās illness has never been fully cured. Iāve inquired far and wide, and rumors in Jianghu suggest thereās a divine physician known as the Ghost Doctor, with miraculous medical skills, capable of bringing the dead back to life and saving countless lives. Some even refer to him as a living Bodhisattva."
Jadeite muttered, "Rumors arenāt reliable."
In truth, the Ghost Doctor had a quirky temperament and was unpredictable; he was easy to talk to if you caught his eye, but if you didnāt, no matter how desperately you needed help, he would not lift a finger.
Wufu gave her a reproving glance, her eyes clearly signaling that if he heard her comments, she would be in for it.
Jadeite stuck out her tongue. The Ghost Doctor was not someone to mess with. It was best to avoid provoking him, lest one incur his covert wrath.