Chapter 659: Old Deng, When You Grow Old, See How I

Damn it, I finally found the prescription I gave; if I hadn't found it, I was already considering whether I should find a chance to remind you!

Wang Ping'an saw Zhao Kangtai discover the paper bundle that fell into Gu Lianggong's pocket and couldn't help but mutter a curse.

This, of course, is the prescription he gave Gu Lianggong based on his talent of inspection, listening, questioning, pulse‑taking and his talent of prescribing the right remedy.

After preparing a formula that can cure the root of Gu Lianggong's illness and restore him, he used the Paper Person to slip the prescription into Gu Lianggong's pocket while Gu and others weren't looking.

The plan is to hope that when Gu Lianggong sees a doctor, he will find this prescription, use it to obtain medicine, treat his illness in time, let him recover sooner, and at least extend his life by another ten or twenty‑plus years.

This time he followed along not just to watch a joke, but to compare his own abilities with those of a real physician.

As expected.

As he suspected, relying on his talents of inspection, listening, questioning, pulse‑taking and prescribing the right remedy, he completely outclassed a proper doctor.

During that time.

He worries that the doctor treating Gu Lianggong might not notice the prescription he slipped into Gu's pocket, so he will look for a chance to pull out the paper bundle and draw attention.

Who would have known.

After hearing Zhao Kangtai's words, Wang Ping'an's expression turned oddly strange, and he worried to himself: "No, this old man can't possibly fail to see how powerful this prescription is; doesn't he know it can completely cure Old Gu's illness? Shouldn't Old Gu still treat himself according to the prescription?"

"A prescription written by the second‑generation Kumu Daozhang?"

Zhao Kangtai frowned slightly; although Xuanqing Daozhang had lived in Liangshui Town for many years, due to prejudice, he didn't consider himself acquainted with Xuanqing Daozhang.

He doesn't know what Xuanqing Daozhang is capable of, but he is crystal clear about the prowess of the first‑generation Kumu Daozhang; besides being a cultivator, his medical skill is extraordinary, and Xuanqing Daozhang, as Kumu Daozhang's disciple, knowing some medicine is perfectly normal.

Moreover, after Xuanqing Daozhang has been out for so many years, who can say what he learned abroad? Perhaps he studied with medical masters or even grandmasters for a time, which is not unacceptable.

"Impossible, it could never be a prescription written by Kumu Daozhang!"

Gu Lianggong thought for a moment, eager to believe that this prescription was written for him by Xuanqing Daozhang.

However, that thought lingered in his mind only briefly before he dispelled it himself.

Seeing that whether it was Zhuo Tie, Zhao Kangtai, or Zhao Derun, all wore curious expressions, clearly not understanding why he wouldn't believe that Xuanqing Daozhang wrote this prescription for him.

Zhao Huai asked curiously: "Old Gu, why do you think this prescription wasn't written for you by that Kumu Daozhang? Could it be that you have some grudge with him, so you think he wouldn't treat you?"

"You little brat, do you have any right to speak here?"

Before Gu Lianggong could speak, Zhao Derun snorted, his tone unfriendly: "And what kind of person is Kumu Daozhang? You've never dealt with him. How do you know? Who told you that Kumu Daozhang has a grudge with Uncle Gu? Do you even know who Uncle Gu is? Uncle Gu is not the type to bear grudges against others."

"Moreover, cultivators like Kumu Daozhang are generally broad‑minded; not only do they lack grudges, but even if they had, I believe that once Kumu Daozhang learns that Uncle Gu's health is failing, if he has the ability to cure, he will certainly do so!" 'Old thing, weren't you the one who made me ask? Now you say this, wait, when you grow old, watch how I deal with you!'

Zhao Huai muttered under his breath, his heart seething with resentment toward his treacherous father; he wasn't dim‑witted, so how could he not know that in front of these elders he had no right to speak? If his father hadn't signaled with his eyes earlier, he would never have stepped forward to say those words.

Now, conveniently, he stepped forward and voiced the question his father wanted to ask; Old Gu hadn't even answered his own question, and this treacherous father immediately seized the chance to undermine him.

It seemed as if he feared that others would realize he was speaking because his treacherous father ordered him to.

However.

He knows exactly what kind of scum his treacherous father is—doing deeds worse than pigs and dogs, and he isn't even very angry; he's long since become accustomed to it.

Of course.

The main reason is that after everything is over, this treacherous father will grant him a hefty allowance for him to use.

Otherwise.

Unless his brain had been kicked by a donkey, he wouldn't repeatedly step forward under his father's eye signal to ask the questions his father wants to know, only to be scolded each time.

Zhao Huai smiled flattery, whispering: "Father, the lesson you give is that I judge a gentleman's belly with a petty heart!"

This novel, you...

Gu Lianggong looked at Zhao Huai and Zhao Derun father and son, and of course could see they were deliberately putting on a show here; he smiled, not angry, and explained:

"I and that Kumu Daozhang may have had some minor conflicts when we were young, but after all these years, who still holds onto such small grudges?

Moreover, at Le Wenmao's funeral, I was busy before and after; even if I had no merit, I labored hard. Given the relationship between Kumu Daozhang and the Le Family, seeing me hustle at the Le Family, even if there were lingering resentments, a smile would dissolve them.

If he had the ability to cure my illness, he would certainly do so; I have no doubt about that. However, at that time everyone said that for my disease, he was helpless.

And if he truly had the skill to cure me, he would tell me directly; there would be no need to sneak a prescription to me and hide it in my pocket!"

Le Wenmao's passing initially made him very sad; he and Le Wenmao were of the same age and often played together as children, but because of the sibling issue with Xuanqing Daozhang, they had no contact for a long time and even had conflicts; his unclean mouth once got him beaten by Le Wenmao a few times.

As a child he may have lingered on those trivial matters, but once he grew up he let them go, and his relationship with Le Wenmao gradually improved.

These years.

The people his age kept passing away, making him feel increasingly lonely; this time Le Wenmao's death couldn't leave him unhurt, yet when he saw Guimen Guan appear at Le Wenmao's funeral, his sorrow was instantly replaced by envy.

He knew Le Wenmao's condition: paralyzed in bed for years, life worse than death; if not for worrying about the Le Family, he would have given up his breath and passed away. Now the Le Family is cared for by Xuanqing Daozhang, so he needn't worry; this time his departure was peaceful, and he even passed through Guimen Guan.

It speeds up his reincarnation, and in the next life nine out of ten times he'll be reborn into a wealthy family.

How could he not be envious?

(End of chapter)