When Divine Physician Li saw Luo Sheng, he looked her over a few more times and asked: “Young lady, what happened to you?”

She looked like she’d been fleeing disaster.

The young woman wore a set of half-worn blue cloth garments. The cloth covering her hair had come loose, with several disheveled strands falling down.

That face, originally fair as jade, now had black and white, blue and yellow patches, as if a paint palette had been overturned.

Looking at the young man standing beside her, the clothes he wore also didn’t match his status at all, though his face hadn’t changed much.

Divine Physician Li swept his gaze over the two of them, and a thought flashed through his mind: Could these two be eloping?

Hearing Divine Physician Li’s question, Luo Sheng raised her sleeve to wipe her face haphazardly and explained: “To make it convenient to handle matters, I disguised myself a bit.”

“Speak then—what brings you to find this old man so late?”

“Xiao Qi has been severely injured. His condition isn’t good, and I’d like to ask you to treat him.”

Upon hearing this, Divine Physician Li frowned and said in annoyance: “Young lady, you really are treating this old man like a barefoot doctor to order around.”

Today asking him to treat this person, tomorrow asking him to treat that person—did she think he worked for the Grand Commander’s household?

Hearing Divine Physician Li’s sarcasm, Luo Sheng wasn’t annoyed in the slightest. She curved her lips: “Xiao Qi is the nephew of Youjian Tavern’s head chef.”

Divine Physician Li paused, stroking his beard as he asked with composure: “Where is he?”

Since he was the head chef of Youjian Tavern’s nephew, he should still take a look. After all, being idle was being idle.

What if something happened to the chef’s nephew and the chef, struck by the blow, stopped working—what then?

“He’s not here yet.”

Before Divine Physician Li could blow his beard in anger, Luo Sheng thoughtfully suggested: “Why don’t you go to the tavern and have some tea and refreshments while you wait?”

Images immediately flashed through Divine Physician Li’s mind—golden pumpkin coconut cakes, emerald jade bean cakes, pink crystal rose cakes, pale purple lotus root osmanthus cakes…

The enticingly colored various pastries swirled in his mind, making the old man reflexively swallow his saliva.

But he was the divine physician, someone who’d already lived past a hundred years—how could he be bought off by a few pieces of pastry?

“I’m not going.”

Divine Physician Li’s crisp and decisive refusal slightly surprised Luo Sheng, but a refusal was a refusal. At any rate, the divine physician had already agreed to treat Xiao Qi.

She understood the divine physician’s temperament—he wouldn’t go back on something he’d personally promised.

Seeing that Luo Sheng actually said nothing more, Divine Physician Li raised his snow-white eyebrows.

He said he wouldn’t go, and the little girl wouldn’t try to persuade him further?

No sincerity whatsoever! No respect for elders at all!

The main problem was him—he’d agreed too quickly!

After being angry for a moment, Divine Physician Li said with a straight face: “Just bring him here then.”

No matter how angry he was, he still had to eat the pastries.

Luo Sheng smiled gently: “Then please wait a moment. I’ll go to the tavern first.”

Divine Physician Li didn’t want to speak with Luo Sheng and gave a light snort.

Luo Sheng gave Wei Han a meaningful look and turned to leave.

For a time, only Divine Physician Li and Wei Han remained, looking at each other. The atmosphere fell into silence.

Divine Physician Li frowned and stroked his beard, finding a certain wooden stake very displeasing to the eye.

Couldn’t even speak a word—how on earth did that girl surnamed Luo take a fancy to this boy?

Wei Han lowered his eyes and silently drank tea.

The divine physician’s temperament was unpredictable. He’d better not provoke him—if some word angered him into not treating Xiao Qi, he’d have no way to explain it to Miss Luo.

Luo Sheng quickly walked into the tavern.

Xiu Yue was sitting anxiously under a tree in the courtyard waiting. Upon seeing Luo Sheng enter, she suddenly stood up: “Miss, did you find Xiao Qi?”

Sheng Sanlang and the others also gathered around.

Luo Sheng swept her gaze over everyone and said: “Xiao Qi was injured and will soon be brought to the divine physician for treatment. Xiu Gu, prepare some tea and refreshments to send over to the divine physician.”

Upon hearing that Xiao Qi was injured, Xiu Yue’s face immediately turned pale. She responded affirmatively and hurried into the kitchen.

“Cousin, what exactly is going on?” Sheng Sanlang couldn’t help but ask.

He’d only learned after the tavern closed that Xiao Qi had disappeared, and he had a bellyful of questions with nowhere to resolve them.

Luo Sheng shook her head slightly: “It’s still not clear what’s going on. Cousin, please take Hong Dou, Kou’er, and the others back to the residence first.”

“But—”

“There’s nothing Cousin can help with by staying here. It’s better to go back first. If Father asks, you’ll also have an explanation.”

Sheng Sanlang scratched his head awkwardly.

Cousin was still this direct…

But she wasn’t wrong either, so he should go back then—at least he wouldn’t cause trouble.

“Then I’ll take Hong Dou and the others back. Cousin, if anything happens, just send someone to let us know.”

Luo Sheng nodded.

Luosai Huzi came forward: “Boss, how is Xiao Qi really?”

“It’s still not clear.” Luo Sheng replied calmly.

Luosai Huzi’s lips trembled: “It’s all my fault. I didn’t take good care of Xiao Qi, waaah…”

Luo Sheng’s expression stiffened slightly.

Having such a rough man crying loudly in front of her—what was she supposed to do?

Zhuang Han pulled Luosai Huzi away: “Brother, stop crying. With the boss here, Xiao Qi will definitely be fine.”

Luosai Huzi nodded randomly, glanced at Luo Sheng through his tears, and cried even harder.

Xiu Yue emerged from the kitchen carrying a food box.

Pastries made in this season could keep for a day or two—the pastries were all ready-made.

“Let’s go.”

Xiu Yue nodded slightly and followed behind Luo Sheng.

Luosai Huzi and Zhuang Han hurried to follow.

“You two stay here and watch the shop.”

The two men stopped in unison.

In the medical clinic, with the gatekeeper boy’s report that Miss Luo had come again, the silence was finally broken.

“Divine Physician, please have a few pieces of pastry to tide you over. Tomorrow I’ll have Xiu Gu make you plum blossom large intestine.”

Divine Physician Li frowned with a trace of disdain: “Eating plum blossom large intestine in this season—it’s too cooling.”

“Then what would you like to eat?”

Divine Physician Li said with composure: “Casserole fatty intestine would be acceptable.”

Luo Sheng said good-naturedly: “Then we’ll make casserole fatty intestine, with some shiitake mushrooms, bamboo shoots, and pickled red peppers inside, stewed together with thoroughly cleaned fatty intestine. It’ll be piping hot when eaten, warming to the stomach.”

Divine Physician Li secretly swallowed his saliva.

Just make it tomorrow then—why go into such detail now? This little girl had wicked intentions!

Wei Han, however, fell into deep thought: Perhaps he shouldn’t have learned martial arts back then, but medicine instead.

Miss Luo truly complied with the divine physician’s every wish.

Of course, he didn’t expect Miss Luo to comply with his every wish, nor could he imagine what Miss Luo complying with his every wish would look like. As long as he could occasionally eat what he wanted to eat, he’d be perfectly content.

Divine Physician Li imagined the hot casserole fatty intestine and ate a few pieces of pastry. Outside, there was movement again.

Shi Huo had brought Xiao Qi.

Xiao Qi was carried in. His body was haphazardly covered with a cloak, and the cloak was covered with bloodstains.

Xiu Yue rushed over with a pale face but was held back by Luo Sheng.

“Miss?”

“Leave it to the divine physician. No matter how anxious we are, we can’t help.”

Xiu Yue nodded.

Watching Xiao Qi being carried into the room, only then did Luo Sheng ask Shi Huo: “Where was Xiao Qi injured? How did you find him?”

Shi Huo glanced at Wei Han.

Wei Han said flatly: “Answer whatever Miss Luo asks.”

Shi Huo cupped his fists toward Luo Sheng: “At the time, this subordinate had just searched near the abandoned boats at the Jinshui River shore when I saw a young man stumbling and jumping into the river, immediately followed by someone else jumping in…”