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The Full-Leveled Healer Transmigrates to a Real and Fake Rich Daughter Story
Chapter 365 - 365: God (2)Chapter 365: God (2)
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Facing Chu Yi again, even the censor looked extremely ashamed. Chu Yi exempted him from getting out of the car to bow and let him lead the way.
The Lian family’s carriage led the way, and the other carriage that Gu Yanfei and Chu Yi were in followed behind. About an hour later, they arrived at the Lian family’s house in the west of the city.
The censor was a scholar from a poor family. The Lian family was just a small place that had entered the courtyard. Half of the paint on the door had fallen, and the walls were mottled.
After the carriage stopped, two servants worked together to carry Censor Lian off the carriage. He was wearing a black cloak that was neither new nor old. The corners were slightly worn, and it was obvious that it was an old item.
The old coachman knocked on the door of the house. Soon, a round-faced woman in her fifties came to answer the door.
When the round-faced woman saw the terrifying wound on the censor’s forehead, she was shocked and almost cried out, but she was stopped by the old coachman. The old coachman whispered into her ear and told her that an important guest had come.
Under the old woman’s bewildered gaze, Chu Yi and Gu Yanfei were welcomed into the door,
”Cough, cough, cough…’1
As soon as she entered, she heard a series of coughs coming from inside the house.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThere was a strong smelJ of medicine in rhe courtyard, mixed with the obvious smell of ginseng.
Gu Yanfei’s nose twitched, and she could tell at once that this was good ginseng. It was at least a hundred-year-old ginseng.
Censor Lian was carried into the courtyard behind them and placed on a chair in the courtyard.
‘Second Lady Gu.’ The censor adjusted his cloak and said to Gu Yanfei in a weak and bitter voice, “I won’t go in…’1
He then reminded the old woman seriously, “Bring Second Lady Gu in to treat Madam… Don’t tell Madam that I’m injured.”
The old woman vaguely felt uneasy and agreed repeatedly. She led Gu Yanfei in from the central room.
Only Chu Yi and Censor Lian were left.
Censor Lian, who was sitting on the chair, was a little uncomfortable at first, but soon he couldn’t care less about Chu Yi. He stared in the direction of the east wing with a burning gaze without blinking. Hrs entire body was tense, like a fully drawn bow…
“Cough…’1
“Cough, cough, cough…”
The woman’s cough sounded intermittently, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, sometimes long, and sometimes short.
Time seemed to have slowed down. Even the censor was sweating profusely.
After about an incense stick of time, the coughing in the room suddenly stopped.
The surroundings fell into a dead silence, The commotion in the alley outside the wall made the small courtyard even quieter.
The censor’s eyes suddenly widened, and a drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead and face in panic. His heart beat even faster, and he couldn’t help but think of the worst possibility.
Nothing would happen to Madam, right?
Could Madam be dead?
Thinking of his old wife’s haggard and weak appearance, the censor became more and more uneasy. He was afraid that his old wife would leave without him seeing her. He was afraid that he wouldn’t even see her for the last time before she died.
“Old Qian.” The censor called the old coachman over and gestured for him to help him up.
He stood up with difficulty with the help of the old coachman. The next moment, he saw a purple figure walk out of the central room. Gu Yanfei walked out of the central room leisurely. The old woman followed behind her, her eyes red.
Censor Lian’s heart skipped a beat. He asked in a trembling voice, “Ma*.. Madam…”
“Masterj you’re amazing!’1 The old woman said energetically, her eyes practically shining. ”Second Lady Gu is simply amazing.”
“Madam is already asleep. She’s not coughing at all. She’s sleeping very soundly.”
Tears welled up in the old woman’s eyes again as she spoke. She cried tears of joy.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmEven the censor couldn’t believe his ears.
Second Lady Gu had only been in there for a short while, but his old wife had already recovered?
“Madam has really recovered?1‘ He couldn’t help but double-check with the old woman. “She’s asleep? She’s not coughing anymore?”
Ever since his wife had contracted the terminal illness of tuberculosis, she hadn’t had a good night’s sleep. She would always be woken up by a cough when she fell asleep. It had only been half a year, but such a well-rounded person had become slender, and her life was on the line.
The old woman wiped her tears with her sleeve and choked. “Lt’s really healed. Second Lady Gu only used one talisman to treat Madam… It’s simply better than Wuliang Temple.’
The old woman wanted to say S ha tagging Spiritual. Master of Wuliang Temple, but just as she was about to say it, she suddenly thought of the matter that had been spreading like wildfire in the capital recently. Everyone said that Shangqing was a demon.
Even the censor didn’t notice the old woman’s slip of the tongue. Tears welled up in his eyes.
Previously, he had heard about the Cheng tian Gate, but he only thought that it was an exaggeration and that Second Lady Gu had become a god.
Even though she had only used two talismans to stop his bleeding just now, because he had been dizzy after hitting the pillar, he didn’t feel much. He only thought that his injuries weren’t that serious.
At this moment, even the censor really believed it.
In the past half a year since his wife fell ill, he had invited countless doctors for her. He had even tried to get an imperial physician to take a look at her. However, everyone said that consumption was an incurable illness and a disease of wealth. He could only hang on with medicine… To put it bluntly, he was waiting for death.
Over the past few days, seeing his old wife suffer, even the censor felt the same way.
Gu Yanfei stroked her sleeve and said calmly, “‘1’11 give her another prescription and let her eat it every day. She’ll take one dose a day and take it three times a day. After eating it for 10 days, she’ll be fine.”
“I’ve already done what 1 promised.1’
Even the censor’s mouth opened slightly as tears streamed down his face.
He wanted to say something but didn’t say it in the end. He gritted his teeth and knelt down. He kowtowed solemnly to Gu Yanfei..