CMWKSD -Chapter 19 Seeing a Doctor

Steward Wang arrived belatedly.

Seeing guards sprawled all over the ground yet not making a single sound, he felt an inexplicable sense of eeriness.

What was this bunch doing, mouths all hanging open?

Then he looked again at the hall, where a smiling little girl was standing.

The scene instantly became even more bizarre.

The whole house seemed much more sinister—was this person human, or a ghost?

Ji Yiqing ran out from behind the door.

Thinking of what Jiu Yue had said yesterday, he hadn’t expected her martial arts to be this high.

More than a dozen guards—taken down in just a few moves.

It made all his earlier attempts at protection seem completely unnecessary.

Guard Wang struggled to his feet, opening his mouth and making “ah ah ah” sounds, but no voice came out.

He could only point desperately at himself, then at Jiu Yue.

Steward Wang didn’t understand. Ji Yiqing didn’t understand either.

But Ji Yiqing felt that since the beating was already done, it was better to get down to business.

After all, the Wang family couldn’t possibly have only these dozen guards.

If they all got called over and ended up lying across the entire courtyard, that would really be something.

He raised his hand and cupped his fists toward Steward Wang in greeting.

Only then did Steward Wang snap out of his shock—oh, not a ghost, a human.

Ji Yiqing’s salute was that of a scholar, but the ferocious scars on his face were hard to look at.

Being a well-seasoned steward, he didn’t recklessly shout like Guard Wang had.

Instead, he returned the salute and asked, “May I ask, young master, what is all this?”

The two of them went back and forth in refined, polite language, which made Jiu Yue extremely impatient.

Couldn’t they be more straightforward?

She lowered her head, glanced at the people on the ground, picked one who looked especially sturdy—durable.

Pointing at that burly guard, she said, “I’m Jiu Yue—the girl your young master wants to marry in a ghost wedding.”

Steward Wang nearly spat blood. Wasn’t the girl for the ghost wedding supposed to be on the brink of death? This one looked like she could outlive two of him.

As she spoke, Jiu Yue squatted down.

Last night, she had taken all the silver needles out of her combat uniform—over a hundred of them.

Bundled together, it was still a sizable pack.

She raised her hand and started stabbing—jab jab jab—into the person on the ground. Steward Wang was scared half to death. “Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing?!”

Jiu Yue kept talking as she jabbed. “I said I’m a doctor. I said I wanted to go see your young master, but you didn’t believe me. So I’ll demonstrate—once you see this, you’ll believe I’m a doctor.”

Steward Wang was so frightened by her movements he nearly wet himself.

The burly guard on the ground was terrified too.

At first he struggled, but as more and more needles went in, he suddenly let out a surprised “Eh?”

He realized he could speak again.

“Warm… it feels warm.”

Jiu Yue smiled. “People who practice martial arts long-term have a lot of wear in their joints and bones. Those with serious injuries ache on rainy days. I noticed your knees were stiff when you walked—clearly there’s a problem. With this set of needles, I guarantee you won’t feel pain for at least a month.”

The guard on the ground was utterly convinced, full of admiration. “Is there any way to cure it completely?”

Jiu Yue spread her hands. “Worn bones and joints can regenerate, sure, but they’ll never be the same as the original. Besides, in your line of work you have to use force anytime, anywhere. It can’t be fully cured—but it can be eased. At least it won’t hurt on rainy days.”

Guard Wang suddenly squatted down in front of Jiu Yue.

He pointed at the guard on the ground, then pointed at his own mouth.

“Oh,” Jiu Yue said, and took out a silver needle, jabbing it once behind Guard Wang’s ear.

Then she looked at the other guards on the ground. “Don’t howl. I don’t like noise—I can’t stand it. That’s why I muted you.”

All the guards: …

They’d already been beaten senseless, and now they weren’t even allowed to howl. What kind of person was this?

Watching Jiu Yue’s smooth, flowing movements, Steward Wang asked the guard with the needles, “Does it really work?”

Most of the Wang family guards suffered from accumulated old injuries.

Master Wang was benevolent—every month he had a doctor come to examine them.

After all, only if the guards were well could the Wang household be safe, and Master Wang didn’t skimp on this small expense.

But every time, the doctor only had them steam medicines, fumigate, roast, apply heat…

The guards all said it helped.

But Steward Wang knew it didn’t really.

The guards didn’t say anything because they were afraid of losing their jobs.

Afraid Master Wang would think them useless and replace them.

The guard nodded frantically.

He felt as if a steady stream of warmth was flowing through his knee.

Before long, the intermittent throbbing sensation had eased a great deal.

Steward Wang stood there for a moment, then looked at Jiu Yue and steeled himself. “Please wait. I’ll go speak with the master and madam.”

It wasn’t that Steward Wang hesitated without reason.

For the young master’s illness, Master Wang had invited countless renowned physicians.

From the countryside, the city, the prefectural capital—too many to count.

Yet the young master’s condition had shown no improvement at all.

And the young master was only just sixteen this year.

Thinking of this, Steward Wang broke into a jog toward the young master’s courtyard.

Jiu Yue focused solely on needling the guards lying on the ground.

Since she’d started, she might as well treat them properly.

The guards nearby watched enviously as the one on the ground grew more and more ruddy and radiant.

About a quarter of an hour later, Jiu Yue squatted down and pulled out the needles. “All done.”

The guard jumped up eagerly, kicked and swung his legs several times, hopping around with “hey hey ha ha,” joy written all over his face. “It’s really much better—way more comfortable.”

Jiu Yue put her hands on her hips, immensely proud. Didn’t they know who she was?

Medical skill was her least impressive strength.

Poison techniques and martial arts were her true top tier.

She could take someone’s life within ten meters without even touching them.

Did they really think she, the number-one assassin of Dark Moon, was just a name?

As she spoke, Steward Wang came running back again, sweat beading on his forehead. “Miss, my lady invites you.”

Ji Yiqing stood up.

Jiu Yue glanced at his face—there was medicinal powder on it.

But the powder was very ordinary, and it would definitely leave scars. If she were the one treating him, there’d be no scars at all.

But she had no intention of treating Ji Yiqing.

It was just that, at this moment, having Ji Yiqing go out with her…

With that face, people wouldn’t believe her medical skills were good.

Tsk tsk—should she heal Ji Yiqing and use him as her signboard?

But she hadn’t decided yet whether she even wanted to be a doctor.

She’d finish this job first, then talk.

Following Steward Wang, they wound through the estate, turning left and right, until she had no idea where they were.

Ancient residences were so huge—and yet not even a balance scooter in sight.

All the daily steps were spent inside the compound. No wonder they said noble ladies in ancient times never left their inner courtyards.

With such a massive estate, just walking around wore you out—how could you even think about going out?

Jiu Yue felt the soles of her feet starting to ache.

The cloth shoes felt comfortable at first, but not after wearing them for long.

The soles were too thin—a small pebble was enough to make her question her life.

Even if there were no high heels, running shoes, or fine leather shoes here, wasn’t there at least multilayer soles?

Surely not?

How were multilayer soles made again?

She walked and thought, and after thinking for a long while, she suddenly realized—

She was useless.

How could she possibly know how to make multilayer soles?

Alright then, she accepted it.

A useless person who can kill people—that’s fine.

There’s no such thing as someone who’s perfect and can do absolutely everything.