FRGNM -Chapter 19 Handling Ten Women a Day Is No Problem

The old physician found her techniques utterly unbelievable—the practiced movements, the acupoints where the silver needles landed. This girl before him was definitely not simple.

Immediately, he quickly prepared the medicine. After decocting it, he had Nangong Mo take it.

Half an hour later, Ling Ruoxi withdrew the silver needles. The poison inside Nangong Mo’s body had been completely forced out, his blood circulation had returned to normal, and he had safely passed the critical stage.

She placed a hand on his forehead. The high fever was gradually subsiding—most likely the poison had been the real cause of it.

Still uneasy, Ling Ruoxi untied Nangong Mo’s bandages and examined the wound on his abdomen. Only after properly treating it did she rebandage him.

All of this, in the eyes of Ye Ningfeng and Fang Xu, looked like a shameless woman taking advantage of the Crown Prince again. What a bold woman—she even dared to touch a man’s body.

“OK.” After washing off the stench and changing into clean clothes, Ling Ruoxi clapped her hands, snapped her fingers, and smiled. “The Crown Prince is fine now. I can leave. Young Master Ye, see you if fate allows.”

“Wait—you can’t leave yet.” Ye Ningfeng reached out to block her and frowned. “His Highness hasn’t woken up yet, and—”

“It’s fine. At most, he’ll wake up in the time it takes an incense stick to burn. As for now—”

“Ling Ruoxi, you beast! You unfilial daughter! How dare you assassinate the Crown Prince! Move aside—today I’ll personally teach her a lesson!” The furious roar could be heard even across the street. Birds perched on branches cried out in alarm and flapped away.

Rubbing her poor ears, Ling Ruoxi looked at the man about to charge in and quickly raised her hand. “Hey, beast’s dad, stop right there. This is the Crown Prince’s resting room—be careful, keep it quiet. His Highness’s heart is weak right now. If you scare him into cardiac arrest, don’t blame me.”

“General Ling, please calm your anger. His Highness needs rest. This old minister also has matters to discuss with Miss Ling. Please wait outside,” the old physician, who had not spoken until now, said softly, deliberately lowering his voice.

Even though fury burned in his chest, Ling Hu did not dare offend the people inside. He immediately forced a smile and said, “Yes, yes, Physician Zuo is right. I’ll withdraw at once.”

“What a spineless man—ambitious, obsessed with wealth and status, bullying the weak and fearing the strong. Having a father like that is really bad luck,” Ling Ruoxi said with a helpless shrug. She raised an eyebrow at Physician Zuo. “Thanks. Didn’t expect you to speak up for me.”

“That’s not the reason, little girl. Just now, the silver-needle technique you used—”

“Ah, ancestral secret technique, not to be passed on,” Ling Ruoxi cut him off, curling her lips into a foxlike smile. “If you want to learn, I can draw you a diagram. You can look at it and pretend you never did—then no one will know it came from me, and I won’t have said anything. Sounds right, doesn’t it?”

“However, in return, I want your notes.”

Notes! Those were records of a medical physician’s accumulated experience—something others couldn’t obtain even if they begged. And yet this girl was opening her mouth like a lion, demanding his notes outright!

Laughing heartily, Zuo Mingfeng nodded. “Not a bad deal, not a bad deal. Being able to learn this much is already enough. These notes are my life’s accumulated experience. Since you have the heart to study medicine, I’ll give them to you.” With that, he took a notebook from his robes and placed it into Ling Ruoxi’s hands, nodding deeply.

However, her next sentence nearly made him spit out blood.

“Who said I want to practice medicine? I can’t just take it home and use it as firewood?” As she spoke, Ling Ruoxi tucked the notes into her inner garments, clearly treating them as something important.

Seeing the old physician on the verge of coughing up blood, Ye Ningfeng couldn’t help pinching the bridge of his nose. Luckily, he hadn’t offended Ling Ruoxi—otherwise, who knew how angry she could make him.

“Cough…” A low voice sounded. The man lying on the bed opened his eyes. When his gaze landed on Ling Ruoxi, his expression changed drastically. “It’s you! You still dare to appear before me, you vile woman!”

“Your Highness, could you stop copying my eldest sister and calling people ‘vile woman’ every other word? Is it fun?” Ling Ruoxi replied calmly. “If I’m vile, then you’re the vile woman’s husband. Alright, judging by how you look, you should be fine now. In the future, even handling ten women a day won’t be a problem. I’m leaving.” Clapping her hands, Ling Ruoxi hummed a tune and turned to go.

Outside, the guards quickly closed in, completely surrounding the room.

Fang Xu nervously grabbed Ling Ruoxi, inhaling sharply. Such a massive formation—had they become birds trapped in a cage, unable to escape?

The corners of Ling Ruoxi’s lips lifted. She remained calm, tilting her head to look at the man who had already stood up. Smiling faintly, she said, “Does Your Highness have any other dissatisfaction? If it’s about money, I really don’t have any left.”

“Silence!” Supporting his weak body, Nangong Mo leaned on the bed. With a sharp swish, he drew the longsword at his side. A flash of murderous intent gleamed in his dark eyes. “I said before—if one day you fall into my hands, I will make you repay this with this sword!”