Chapter 226: Eighteen Generations of Ancestral Heritage

Going to the Yu family to collect money, there was a small setback. The Yu family suspected the Heavenly Prison was extorting money; they had just taken two thousand taels, and now they wanted another fifteen hundred taels—this was robbery!

Even a wealthy family could not withstand such extortion.

It wasn't until Chen Guanxin, in desperation, mentioned letting Yu Zhaoan out to kill that the Yu family decisively gave the money. This statement had great power; it seemed the Yu family was very worried about Yu Zhaoan coming out, to the point that they didn't even doubt the truth of the statement. Was this a deadly grudge formed?

Chen Guanxin returned to the Heavenly Prison, bewildered, with the money.

His brain was like paste; he couldn't figure out why one sentence had such great power, actually worth fifteen hundred taels.

"Why?" he asked Chen Guanlou.

Chen Guanlou chuckled. "With Yu Zhaoan's background, as long as the Yu family handles the connections properly, even if he suffers in the Imperial Prison, he would never end up with broken legs. The water here is deep; don't delve too deeply."

"Chen Tou, do you mean that someone in the Yu family hopes Yu Zhaoan becomes a cripple?" Chen Guanxin's brain wasn't slow; after all, he had studied, and being a Chen family member, he still had some insight.

"Rather than saying they hope he becomes a cripple, it's better to say someone hopes he dies."

Chen Guanxin was stunned on the spot; he couldn't figure it out. "What kind of grudge is that! They are both surnamed Yu; it shouldn't be that bad. If Yu Zhaoan makes a comeback, the Yu family benefits; it's not worth killing him."

"Yu Zhaoan's foul mouth has offended countless people since he was a child. There are definitely more than one or two people who want him dead. Enough, this matter is not for us to worry about. Since the money has been brought back, tell the medical official to use the medicine as soon as possible, and he must use good medicine to treat Yu Zhaoan's legs as much as possible."

"Chen Tou, why are you being so good to Yu Zhaoan? His legs weren't injured in our Heavenly Prison." Chen Guanxin couldn't figure it out.

Chen Guanlou glared at him. "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and go."

The medical official took the money and did the job, bringing out the ancestral secret prescription to treat Yu Zhaoan's injuries, not forgetting to comfort the other. "Lord Yu, rest assured, your injuries can definitely be treated. You are a warrior; once the wounds heal and your legs recover, you will soon be able to walk normally."

"Can I still recover to the strength of a Third Rank?" Yu Zhaoan asked anxiously.

The medical official stroked his beard and estimated. "Be patient; it should be no problem."

Yu Zhaoan immediately felt relieved. "Thank you, Medical Official Mu."

"No need for courtesy. I am also just doing the job for money. Your Yu family is generous, so naturally, I must bring out my best skills."

Yu Zhaoan chuckled, his eyes turning cold, but he did not speak to refute.

After applying the medicine and wrapping it in gauze, the medical official instructed, "Do not move or exert force. I will come to change the dressing tomorrow. Take the prescribed medicine three times a day. With your physique, I believe you will recover soon."

"Thank you!"

The medical official packed up his medicine box and rose to leave.

Chen Guanlou locked the cell door. "Lord Yu, if you need anything, just shout. As for the medicine decoction, rest assured, the kitchen will handle it properly for you."

"Thank you, Chen Tou."

"You're welcome!"

"Chen Tou is truly a warm-hearted person." Yu Zhaoan suddenly said this.

Chen Guanlou was thick-skinned and climbed up the pole. "I have never been able to stand seeing people suffer since I was a child. It's just a matter of convenience; I help when I can. I hope Lord Yu can recover soon and get out early. When you make a comeback in the future, just don't hold a grudge against us."

"Chen Tou is joking. In the past, it was I who failed to recognize a good person. Having suffered this disaster, I can be considered to have seen some things clearly. If I can truly make a comeback in the future, I will definitely repay you."

"Just give me some silver; no need for special repayment," Chen Guanlou said with a grin.

Yu Zhaoan, however, was exceptionally serious. "Good! Since Chen Tou likes silver, I will send you silver."

Chen Guanlou waved his hand, not caring at all, treating it as idle chatter; who would really count on the other to send silver?

He wasn't short of silver now, but his expenses were also high. He couldn't go a day without wine and meat, he frequented brothels from time to time, occasionally added a small house, and had to buy medicine long-term to nourish his body.

Poverty for the literary, wealth for the martial.

Even with the Longevity Dao Fruit and the "Ascension Record," he still had to supplement what needed to be supplemented; he absolutely could not be stingy with what he ate. Tempering the body required both medicinal herbs and dietary supplements; neither could be lacking.

The only pity was that the God of Wealth, Liu Daowen, was 'dead'! If he were still in the Heavenly Prison, he would definitely have made a few more extra bucks. That dead corrupt official, 'dying' was truly easy.

The medical official wasn't bragging; the ancestral prescription was very effective. In just half a month, the bowl-sized wound had already started to grow granulation tissue. The most worrying inflammation and suppuration did not appear.

In the harsh environment of the Heavenly Prison, this was truly a miracle.

It was worthy of being a secret prescription.

The medical official was very self-satisfied. "As long as the wound does not suppurate, these legs can be considered saved. After the wound heals, continue using the medicine, and sooner or later, they will recover as before."

Yu Zhaoan showed his first smile since returning to the Heavenly Prison.

"However, there will definitely be scars left on the legs, so I ask Lord Yu to be mentally prepared."

"No matter, as long as the legs can be saved, what do mere scars count for?"

"Lord Yu, don't worry. I have excellent scar-removal medicine here. If Lord Yu needs it when the time comes, just say the word, and I'll give it to you at cost."

Yu Zhaoan:...

Chen Guanlou:...

"Old Mu, what exactly did your ancestors do? How come you have medicine for everything? With the secret prescription ointment in your hands, if you took it outside to sell, you would have been rich long ago."

"Hehe... ancestral, it's all ancestral. My ancestors for eighteen generations have all been in medicine," the medical official boasted.

Chen Guanlou clicked his tongue. "Then just prescribe me two tonics for the body while you're at it."

Medical Official Mu stared at him. "Is it a tonic for the body, or a tonic for the kidneys?"

"Is there a difference?"

"The difference is huge. Chen Tou, don't rely on being young and spend your days in the flower bushes. However, it's very good that you have the awareness to nourish your body. Come, I'll give you a free pulse diagnosis today, how about it?"

"A pulse diagnosis?"

Chen Guanlou hesitated a bit; he wasn't sure if a pulse diagnosis would reveal the secrets of his body.

But he still wanted to give it a try. It was hard to guarantee he wouldn't encounter a similar situation in the future.

"Come, come, let's go to the duty room. You give me a pulse diagnosis and then prescribe me a tonic for the body; the money won't be lacking."

He put his arm around the medical official's shoulder, and the two of them, like brothers, entered the duty room.

Chen Guanlou chased everyone else out, and once the duty room door was closed, it became a small world of their own.

He poured tea and offered flattering words, making the medical official feel like he was floating on air. Only then did he sit down and extend his hand. "Diagnose the pulse. I haven't been to a medical clinic in years. I've been practicing martial arts long-term, and I don't know if I've developed any ailments in my body."

"Chen Tou is still practicing martial arts?"

"That's for sure. As a prison guard in the Heavenly Prison, one must temper the tendons and bones. I don't want to be in pain here and there, full of illnesses, by the time I'm thirty or forty."

The Heavenly Prison environment was dark and damp; living in such an environment long-term would definitely lead to illness. Therefore, most prison guards who came to serve in the Heavenly Prison were young and strong. Older prison guards generally chose to change jobs, such as guarding the gate, guarding the warehouse, or running errands; the pay was less, but at least it didn't harm the body.

The medical official understood in his heart, placed his hand on Chen Guanlou's wrist, narrowed his eyes slightly, and began to diagnose the pulse.

Chen Guanlou observed the other's expression carefully, finding nothing like frowning, astonishment, or seeing a ghost.

Seeing that the other had finished the diagnosis, he asked anxiously, "How is it?" ===== CHAPTER 227 =====