Yuhua Pavilion had produced a divine physician, so naturally many people came daily to see a doctor.

Although Muruo hadn’t treated patients for a year, his disciples were all exceptionally skilled in medicine, even more capable than the imperial physicians in the palace!

The young attendant distributing tokens at the entrance had sharp eyes and immediately recognized the guards from Prince Jingrong’s residence.

He approached Ji Yinshu and Wei Yi, asking, “Are you two from Prince Jingrong’s residence?”

“Is Young Master Muruo here?” Ji Yinshu asked.

The young attendant responded, “Master is upstairs.”

“Go inform him that there’s a difficult case, and I’d like him to take a pulse.”

“Very well, please come inside and sit for a while, young masters.”

The young attendant led the two inside while the guards stood watch properly at the entrance.

They took seats in the small hall in the rear courtyard. The young attendant served two cups of tea!

Then he went upstairs to make the report.

At this moment on the upper floor, Muruo was tinkering with his medicinal herbs, occasionally pinching them between his fingertips, then bringing them to his nose to smell.

Frowning, he said, “These herbs are somewhat damp. Throw them out immediately.”

The young attendant beside him quickly carried away that pile of herbs and tossed them into a wooden bucket nearby.

Muruo continued, “This herb’s medicinal properties are insufficient.”

Throw it out!

“The orchid seed hasn’t been dried for enough hours.”

Throw it out!

“Didn’t I say to take only the middle section of the sunflower seed? Why are these so old and withered?”

Throw it out!

An entire table of herbs was thrown out until it was nearly completely empty.

The young attendant A’Li felt it was extremely wasteful. Each time an herb was thrown out, it was as if his flesh was being cut.

“Master, if you keep throwing things out like this, all the herbs in our pavilion will be discarded. What a waste!”

Muruo glared at him and said seriously, “Before I left, I instructed that if any single herb had problems, all of them must be thrown out. Have you completely forgotten my words?”

“No, Master! How would A’Li dare?”

Muruo knocked him on the head and lectured, “Most of the quack doctors in this world will randomly prescribe useless medicines to swindle money from common people. If you want to properly study medicine under me, you must remember: don’t keep these herbs out of regret and prescribe them to patients. Understand?”

His sharp gaze swept over, and A’Li’s body trembled. How could he dare say he didn’t understand?

He nodded repeatedly and responded, “A’Li understands. I won’t be a quack doctor. I will definitely be like Master—practice medicine to help the world, provide free treatment and medicine to poor common people, and become a renowned physician of the generation.”

Full of fighting spirit!

Naturally, his tone also contained the suspicion of flattery!

Muruo clapped his hands, shaking off the fine herb fragments from his robe. Just as he was about to say something to A’Li, he heard sounds from the pavilion stairs.

The young attendant from the entrance came up to report, “Master, two people from Prince Jingrong’s residence have come outside. They say there’s a difficult case and ask you to take a pulse!”

“People from Prince Jingrong’s residence? Who?”

“I don’t recognize them, but the attendants at their side are from Prince Jingrong’s residence.”

Muruo furrowed his brow, then relaxed it, the corners of his mouth curving with a smile full of interest.

He instructed, “Go invite the two of them up, and prepare a pot of premium Longjing tea.”

“Yes.”

The young attendant hurried down.

A’Li scratched his head and asked, “Master, who is it?”

He received a rebuke from Muruo, “Properly clean up these herbs.”

“Oh!” A’Li responded gloomily.

How pitiful!

Muruo stood up and went toward the open-air pavilion outside. This resting place was quite quiet, with gauze curtains for shade. The tables and chairs were all woven from bamboo, even the railings outside.

Extremely serene!

At this moment, Ji Yinshu brought Wei Yi upstairs, guided by the young attendant to this place!

But they saw that Muruo somehow now had a pot of wine in his hands and was drinking leisurely!

The wine’s fragrance spread freely!

Muruo’s love of wine was known to all.

“You’ve come? Please sit.”

Muruo used his chin to point at the seat opposite him.

Ji Yinshu didn’t stand on ceremony and sat down with Wei Yi.

Another young attendant brought in a pot of premium Longjing tea and was about to pour three cups.

“I only drink wine, not tea!” Muruo reminded him.

The young attendant nodded and only poured two cups.

The tea’s fragrance overflowed, mixing with the wine’s aroma, permeating this bamboo-woven pavilion, rushing into the nostrils—light yet cool, refreshing to the heart!

“This Longjing, I don’t ordinarily use to entertain guests. Try it and see how it tastes.” Muruo pointed at the tea.

Ji Yinshu didn’t rush to state her purpose. Her slender fingers picked up the tea saucer and took a delicate sip.

“Very fragrant!”

“Just very fragrant?”

“Could there be something else added to this tea?”

“What a waste of this pot of tea. It seems Miss Ji is not someone who knows how to appreciate tea.” Muruo looked at his pot of premium Longjing with a pained expression.

Such pettiness!

It’s just a pot of tea, isn’t it?

Ji Yinshu smiled. “Young Master Muruo overestimates me. I’m just a common woman, accustomed to simple meals. What I hold in my hands are bone-picking knives, cutting and slicing at those dead people. What my nose smells and my mouth takes in is either the stench of blood or the foul odor of decay. Naturally, my nose and tongue have become coarse, so I cannot appreciate this fine tea.”

Hearing these words, the corners of Muruo’s mouth lifted. He didn’t feel his stomach turning sour—probably as a physician, he was also accustomed to what she described.

“What a sharp tongue you have!”

A compliment!

Meanwhile, Wei Yi downed that cup of tea in one gulp.

It was really too hot!

He stuck out his tongue, fanning his mouth with both hands while frowning and complaining, “So hot! This tea doesn’t taste good at all.”

“No appreciation for quality!” Muruo cast him a resentful glance. “This Longjing is a premium variety that can’t be bought with any amount of silver. Truly no appreciation for quality.”

Displeased in his heart, he simply—

Took a sip of wine to suppress the anger in his heart!

Ji Yinshu asked softly, “Has my sudden visit disturbed Young Master Muruo’s leisure?”

Muruo took another sip of wine, his eyes drooping as he said, “People come and go from my Yuhua Pavilion daily—if not thousands, then hundreds. Where would I have any leisure?”

His tone carried slight intoxication!

Before Ji Yinshu could speak, Wei Yi, who had pulled his scalded tongue back in, immediately jumped in to refute.

“You’re lying! If you’re not idle, why are you hiding here drinking wine?”

Looking at Wei Yi’s truth-seeking face, Muruo couldn’t help but laugh heartily twice.

“What are you laughing at?” Wei Yi asked.

“Laughing that you don’t understand me!” Muruo replied.

Buddy, if Wei Yi understood you, that would be something!

Wei Yi seemed to have some innate hostility toward Muruo.

To put it plainly, he just didn’t like this fellow!

Inexplicably disliked him!

“I don’t want to understand you anyway. The fart you released last time was really too smelly. Besides, you’re not Shu’er. I only want to understand Shu’er.” Wei Yi pouted.

The next moment, Ji Yinshu tugged at his sleeve and scolded, “You mustn’t be so rude.”

“Oh!”

Very obedient, Wei Yi immediately fell silent and leaned back slightly.

Then, Ji Yinshu met Muruo’s gaze and apologized, “Young Master Muruo, please don’t hold it against Wei Yi. He…”

Before these words were finished, Muruo raised his hand to interrupt. “No matter!”

Then, his gaze fell on Ji Yinshu’s golden mask and he said, “Take off your mask.”

“Hm?”

“Let me look at your injury!”