klisemfg Chapter 492 The Divine Doctor Went Blind
Chapter 492 The Divine Doctor Went Blind
The person who came was naturally Murong Weiming, who had just had a big argument with Murong Zhixian last night and stormed out.
Murong Zhixian's face darkened. "Why aren't you staying in your room? What are you doing here?"
His features were sharply defined, with striking eyebrows and bright eyes, but he was usually refined and gentle, rarely displaying any sharpness on his face. This time, however, his expression turned cold, and his entire demeanor changed. His face seemed to be covered with a thick layer of ice, exuding an aggressive and domineering aura.
In comparison, Murong Weiming, who was already shorter than the other person and whose posture was now crooked, looked particularly out of place. Yet, he seemed completely oblivious to his own shortcomings, tilting his head slightly and smiling sarcastically as he retorted, "Stay in the house obediently?"
"Murong Zhixian, how many times do I have to remind you? I am from the third branch of the family, and you—even if you are a legitimate son, you are only a legitimate son of the second branch. The Murong family is still yours, Murong Zhixian. Aren't you being a little too impatient, already trying to interfere with me?"
The guest courtyard seemed calm on the surface these past two days, but in reality, they were constantly at odds. Almost all the cups and saucers in the courtyard were broken, and it was only because Murong Zhixian privately paid compensation to keep things quiet that it didn't escalate to the public eye. Seeing this boy's incoherent behavior now, even Murong Zhixian, with her excellent self-control, couldn't suppress her rising anger. She clenched her teeth and ground them together, but ultimately, for the sake of the Murong family's reputation, she didn't lash out. She only coldly rebuked him, "Putting aside the fact that my third uncle repeatedly told me to keep an eye on you before you left to prevent you from doing anything wrong, just to be frank, you're a guest in someone else's house, yet you've repeatedly acted out of line and caused trouble. Was it wrong of me to advise you to stay in your own courtyard?"
"A guest?" Murong Weiming sneered, arms crossed. "What do you think you're here for? Murong Zhixian, do you even believe what you're saying? Or do you think everyone else is a fool and only you are smart? What kind of guest shamelessly calls you their 'savior' and tries to curry favor every day? Murong Zhixian, your scheme is about to backfire on me! Feng Qingtan... you're here for him, aren't you?"
These words are getting uglier and uglier.
Murong Zhixian wasn't exactly known for his good temper, and now, after being repeatedly humiliated in front of outsiders, he couldn't take it anymore. He raised his hand high to slap her, but then heard someone inside say in a deep voice, "Alright... In the past, not even a fly liked to come to my herb garden, but these past few days have been quite interesting, like a marketplace every day."
As he spoke, the sound of his cane tapping the ground, "thump, thump," came out, neither hurried nor slow.
Murong Zhixian withdrew his hand and looked into the doorway. There stood an old man with a cane, his face stern and unsmiling. He didn't recognize him, but there was only one owner of the herb garden; he couldn't be wrong. He immediately stepped forward and bowed respectfully, "Divine Physician Feng, how have you been? I am Murong Zhixian, the eldest son of the second branch of the family. Do you remember me?" He frowned slightly, thinking to himself that this divine physician was arrogant, not even giving him a proper look.
The arrogant physician nodded almost imperceptibly. "Young Master Murong, I have had the pleasure of meeting your mother several times. May I ask what brings you here?"
His manner of speaking became increasingly strange, his gaze fixed blankly on a point in front of him. It wasn't arrogance, but rather... Murong Zhixian frowned even more, but since he had something to ask for, he couldn't rashly inquire about anything inappropriate. So he simply gave a slight bow and said politely, "The Divine Physician Feng has saved countless lives and must have long forgotten me. But I cannot forget this life-saving grace, which is why I have visited you several times, just to express my gratitude."
Murong Weiming chuckled and interjected, "Young Master Murong, your words are truly amusing. You come empty-handed to express your gratitude?"
Visibly, the veins on Young Master Murong's forehead were bulging.
He gritted his teeth and warned, word by word, "Mu Rong Wei Ming, shut up!"
After saying that, he turned his head and changed his expression. He slowly bowed and said, "I shouldn't have come empty-handed, but I'm traveling light this time and don't have any presents to offer... However, we have already bothered you on the mountain for many days and will be leaving soon. I thought I should see you before then so that I have no regrets. Please forgive me, Physician Feng."
The other person stood there leaning on a cane, his gaze still fixed on a point in front of him. Hearing this, he merely nodded slightly, his expression unreadable, and said softly, "Since that's the case, now that we've met and thanked each other, please return, gentlemen."
"The Divine Physician Feng!"
Murong Zhixian hurriedly tried to stop him, but Feng Qingtan had already turned around and raised his hand. Soon, a servant came out from behind the door, bent down, and helped Feng Qingtan up, saying softly, "Master Feng, the steps."
As soon as he finished speaking, the two people outside the door were both stunned. Murong Zhixian suddenly looked up and took two steps forward, "Divine Physician Feng, please wait!"
At the same time, Murong Weiming exclaimed in astonishment, "Blind?!"
Murong Zhixian glared at Murong Weiming before turning to examine Feng Qingtan. Blind? He had indeed suspected it earlier; the way those eyes stared blankly at one spot certainly suggested blindness. But who was Feng Qingtan? A divine healer! A healer capable of bringing the dead back to life. What illness couldn't he cure? He had overcome such a perilous ordeal at Zhixuan Mountain; what would be a minor eye ailment?
Could it be... that this is just an excuse to fob them off?
Suspicion arose in his heart, and he found the blind man's behavior increasingly strange and peculiar. So he stepped forward and tentatively waved his hand. Seeing that the other party did not notice at all, a servant explained, "Master Feng fell and hit his head, causing a blood clot in his brain. The doctor has examined him and said that it is not too serious, but he needs to rest and recuperate. He must not worry too much, so he is closing the door to guests... Young Master Murong, please do not take offense."
Feng Qingtan shook his head with a wry smile, "I'm getting old after all. I fell and went blind. That's why when you asked me if I remembered you, I really didn't recognize your voice... As for the life-saving grace you mentioned, you don't need to take it to heart. As a doctor, it's my duty to treat the sick and save lives. There's no need for thanks. If you have nothing else to say, please leave."
"Divine Physician Feng!" Murong Zhixian took two quick steps and grabbed the man. He had been to the herb garden so many times, and it was a rare treat to see him, so how could he let him leave so easily? He gripped Feng Qingtan's arm tightly, and spoke much faster than usual, "Divine Physician Feng, my elder in the family is now seriously ill and his life hangs in the balance. I beg you to come back to the manor with me to see him, would you be so kind?"
He gripped her tightly, and Feng Qingtan winced in pain. She tried to pull her arm away but couldn't, and her face darkened. She said stiffly, "This is bad."