"Thatâs good to hear!"
A while later, Ye Liu and the others came out from inside the house.
"How is it?"
"Madam, the doctor here says the patient fainted simply because of long-term hunger." Ye Liu found it somewhat absurd that someone as grand as the Grand Emperor had been starving.
Yet, he couldnât shake the feeling that it wasnât that simple.
"Is he awake now?"
"Awake."
Yang Chuxia nodded, looked at the proprietress, and said with a half-smile, "You asked me earlier how long I planned to stay, right? Now that heâs awake, weâll leave this afternoon. Please prepare some food for us."
"Yes!" The proprietress forced a smile.
And the barefoot doctor nearby, upon hearing this, quickly said, "Madam, I havenât finished speaking. The Old Master inside has severe liver damage and shouldnât be jolted around. He needs bed rest for at least, well, at least half a month, no, a month."
Yang Chuxia ignored him and gave Ye Liu a look, which prompted Ye Liu to drag the barefoot doctor outside.
"Hey, you brute, let go of me!"
"You brute!"
Ye Liu threw him out the door, then gave him a kick, saying, "Look at your miserable self, do you still want to show off in front of our madam? Youâre worse than a toad. Now scram!"
The barefoot doctor was furious!
His biggest flaw was being lustful, unable to resist the sight of beauty, fearing nothing.
Being treated like this by Ye Liu only made him more determined to get the madam inside. Humph, in his own territory, he wouldnât let anyone escape, that would be a joke.
So when Yang Chuxia and her group left the town five miles away in the afternoon, trouble found them.
Looking at the group surrounding them, Yang Chuxiaâs face darkened; the leader turned out to be the barefoot doctor, and the others appeared to be town folk.
"I didnât expect a barefoot doctor to have such influence." Ye Liu gritted his teeth. If he had known earlier, he wouldâve taken care of him at noon.
"Who isnât afraid of getting sick these days? Who isnât afraid of having no one to cure them? Itâs no surprise the town listens to him."
While saying this, Yang Chuxia had already roughly counted the people, around seventy or eighty in total.
But were these people out of their minds? Even with their numbers, they shouldnât forget the high quality on their own side.
"You wonât drink a toast, youâll drink a forfeit!" The barefoot doctor placed a foot on a stone, one hand on his waist, the other stroking his chin, leering at Yang Chuxia, "Beauty, coming to our Pingshui Town and still want to leave? Itâs not that easy. Follow me, the Great Immortal, and Iâll let you live in luxury."
"I bet you havenât looked in a mirror since you were born!" Yang Chuxia coldly eyed him, "Otherwise, how could you say such things? Pingshui Town? Have you never left Pingshui Town in your life? Living in luxury? One piece of my clothing could feed you for a year, yet you have the audacity to say this to me?"
"Humph!" After hearing such unpleasant words, the barefoot doctor was displeased, "Ungrateful!"
"Exactly, ungrateful! Our Great Immortal is a demigod!"
"Our demigod is a superb doctor, can cure any illness."
"..."
"Madam, let me teach these ignorant people a lesson." Ye Liu was furious at this point; what were these people? They dared to make a move on their madam, these people werenât even worthy of the soles of his Lord Marquisâs shoes.