Luo Sheng lifted her chin slightly and responded with a faint hum, her demeanor reserved and aloof as she unhurriedly stepped through the divine physician’s gate.

Even at this moment, the three Luo Ying sisters still felt like they were dreaming.

“She, she actually did it?” Luo Yue murmured, gazing at Luo Sheng’s retreating figure.

Luo Qing’s eyes reddened slightly as she nodded vigorously. “Yes, Third Sister did it.”

They were young ladies of the Grand Commandant’s manor, ordinarily dignified and respectable. Who could have imagined that one day they would be humiliated in broad daylight by a mere gatekeeper boy?

And the one who rescued them from this embarrassment was Luo Sheng—Luo Sheng, whom they had always considered arrogant and domineering, someone who only caused trouble.

At this moment, Luo Qing’s emotions were extremely complicated.

Luo Sheng glanced back, her brows slightly furrowed. “Why are you all still standing there like fools?”

The three Luo Ying sisters hurriedly lifted their skirts and followed, feeling no displeasure whatsoever at Luo Sheng’s words. They even smiled at that cold, frosty face.

At this moment, Luo Sheng had no leisure to pay attention to her sisters’ psychological changes. After entering the courtyard gate, she swept her gaze around.

A path paved with blue stone slabs led directly to the house entrance. A large locust tree with luxuriant branches and leaves shaded more than half the courtyard. Honeysuckle climbed the corner walls, its intermingling gold and silver flowers extraordinarily splendid.

Luo Sheng lowered her eyes and waited quietly.

If nothing unexpected occurred, she would soon be able to meet Divine Physician Li—that old man who had once tried to take her as a disciple over a bite of food, only to be mercilessly rejected.

Luo Sheng couldn’t even say how old Divine Physician Li was. Over ten years ago, she had met an elderly man with white hair yet vigorous spirit. She wondered how much Divine Physician Li had changed after all these years.

The gatekeeper boy began calling people inside.

The medical seeker holding the number one tablet followed the gatekeeper boy up the stone steps, while those remaining in the courtyard grew nervous.

The divine physician treated at most three people per day. If others had the opportunity, one’s own chances became slim.

The first person entered and soon came back out. One glance at their expression revealed the unfortunate result.

That person said nothing more, nor did they have any interest in staying to watch the spectacle. They silently walked toward the courtyard gate.

Everyone knew the divine physician was difficult to obtain. If not for a family member suffering from an illness that ordinary physicians were helpless against, who would come here clinging to a thread of hope?

The people in the courtyard looked at that person’s dejected figure, feeling somewhat fortunate yet also somewhat sympathetic.

Soon these people had no time for sympathy. As one person after another was led inside by the gatekeeper boy and then emerged, all experienced the same emotions.

Not until number fifteen did someone emerge with a completely different expression.

“Many thanks!” That person repeatedly thanked the gatekeeper boy.

The gatekeeper boy’s lips curled upward, his tone still rather polite. “The divine physician took a liking to the item you brought. This humble one dares not accept your thanks.”

That person stuffed a money pouch into the gatekeeper boy’s hand and walked excitedly toward the courtyard gate.

Those who had been rejected but were unwilling to leave, as well as those whose turn hadn’t come yet, swarmed around, chattering questions. “The divine physician agreed?”

That person nodded proudly. “That’s right. The divine physician inquired about my father’s condition and promised to make a house call within two days.”

“Truly congratulations.” Everyone offered their well-wishes, though only heaven knew how much sincerity lay behind them.

Those who entered afterward clearly had poor luck, including Miss Zhu Hanshuang, the second young lady of Duke Anguo’s manor, who was seeking treatment for her mother.

“Miss Luo, you may enter now.” Though the gatekeeper boy harbored resentment toward Luo Sheng in his heart, having tasted her severity, he dared not cause any more trouble.

Luo Sheng expressed her satisfaction with this and nodded slightly.

Seeing that the Luo Ying sisters wanted to follow her inside together, the gatekeeper boy hastily said, “Miss Luo alone is sufficient. The divine physician dislikes crowds.”

The Luo Ying sisters couldn’t help but look toward Luo Sheng.

“If that’s the case, then you all wait for me in the courtyard.”

“Third Sister, do you… have confidence?” Luo Ying asked in a low voice.

Luo Sheng’s lips curved slightly. “Elder Sister, I cannot answer that question. Where in this world are there absolute certainties?”

Luo Ying’s face reddened as she said bashfully, “I misspoke.”

She was the eldest sister. When the Luo manor faced crisis, she should have taken care of her younger sisters properly. Yet now she had to rely on Third Sister to step forward. Asking such a question only added pressure to Third Sister—it truly wasn’t appropriate…

“However, I will do my utmost.” Having said this, Luo Sheng walked forward, brushing past Zhu Hanshuang, who stood at the base of the stone steps.

A cold snort rang out. “Some people truly won’t shed tears until they see the coffin. The divine physician has made it clear that even if the Grand Commandant’s manor brought rare treasures, he wouldn’t treat Grand Commandant Luo. I advise certain people not to invite humiliation upon themselves.”

Luo Sheng didn’t even spare her a glance. Her voice rose slightly as she called out to Hong Dou.

“This servant is here!” Hong Dou answered crisply.

“Take good care of the three young ladies. If anyone lacking discernment bullies them, strike first and talk later.” Having finished speaking, Luo Sheng ascended the stone steps.

Hong Dou glared fiercely at Zhu Hanshuang, her eyes provocative.

Zhu Hanshuang clenched her fists tightly, trembling with rage.

That wretch Luo Sheng actually didn’t put Duke Anguo’s manor in her eyes at all!

If this were before, so be it, but with Grand Commandant Luo on his deathbed, where did Luo Sheng get the audacity to let a mere maid provoke her?

She could confront Luo Sheng directly, but against the insolence of Luo Sheng’s maid, she could only turn a blind eye.

She still valued her reputation. She couldn’t possibly quarrel publicly with a lowly servant.

Just thinking about the scene of the dignified second young lady of Duke Anguo’s manor fighting with a maid—no, perhaps being one-sidedly beaten—made Zhu Hanshuang shudder.

Seeing Luo Sheng enter, those who had failed to obtain treatment all stayed behind.

Curiosity and spectacle-watching were forever the nature of most people.

“Miss Luo, you may now present the item you brought to the divine physician.” The gatekeeper boy reminded her with the intention of watching a joke unfold.

So what if her sharp tongue had put a mere gatekeeper in a difficult position? Once the divine physician heard she was from the Luo manor, he would surely throw her out.

Luo Sheng seemed not to have heard the gatekeeper boy’s reminder and stared at the screen embroidered with Shennong tasting hundreds of herbs, lost in thought.

She knew that old man was behind the screen.

“Someone from Grand Commandant Luo’s manor?” From behind the screen, a familiar yet strange voice sounded.

Luo Sheng suppressed the excitement in her heart and declared loudly, “I am the daughter of the Grand Commandant. I have come today specifically to seek treatment for my father.”

Her words had barely fallen when Divine Physician Li’s impatient voice came from behind the screen. “Go back. Fuling, call the next person in.”

“Miss Luo, the divine physician asks you to leave.” The gatekeeper boy smiled as he gestured for Luo Sheng to exit.

Luo Sheng’s expression showed not the slightest trace of anger or frustration at being mercilessly rejected. “The divine physician hasn’t yet seen what I brought.”

That voice grew even more impatient. “No need to look. Get out!”

“Miss Luo, you should leave quickly. If every medical seeker pestered like you, the divine physician wouldn’t need to do anything else.” The gatekeeper boy said with a smile.

This smile wasn’t polite—it was mocking.

Luo Sheng stared at the screen, her brows slightly furrowed.

In her memory, the divine physician wasn’t such an unreasonable person.

However, she suddenly understood: back then, she had been Princess Qingyang. Now she was Miss Luo.

After a moment of silence, Luo Sheng spoke again. “But this Nurturing Origin Pill in my hand was originally given by the divine physician himself. Why does the divine physician now act as if he doesn’t recognize me?”