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"Hahaha~~~~"
Seeing that only the Ancient Sorcerer and others were left in the courtyard, the crazed Zhao Weiru let out a strange laugh and charged over, her hands reaching directly for the Ancient Sorcerer's face, her mouth wide open.
"Slap!"
The Ancient Sorcerer struck at Zhao Weiru's carotid artery with his right hand, then extended his left arm to catch the fainted Zhao Weiru: her eyes were vacant like dead fish eyes, and drool was dripping from the corners of her mouth. Zhao Weiru was definitely possessed!
At this moment, it was better to knock her out than to let her continue in her madness.
"This is..."
As soon as he caught Zhao Weiru, the Ancient Sorcerer realized something was wrong.
Possessed Zhao Weiru was wearing a loose nightgown, which had become disheveled after running around, revealing a large portion of her snowy white chest, and it was even clear that she wasn't wearing anything underneath.
"I'll take care of it."
Feng Leyao quickly noticed the Ancient Sorcerer's awkwardness and immediately took Zhao Weiru from his arms.
"Let's get her back to her room to rest."
The Ancient Sorcerer sighed in relief; holding Zhao Weiru like this wasn't a solution.
"Okay."
Feng Leyao nodded and carried Zhao Weiru into the house.
"My dear granddaughter!"
Yang Ying suddenly sat down on the ground, and a heart-wrenching cry burst from her lips as she began to wail.
"Mom..."
Zhao Wei looked at his mother sitting on the ground, wanting to comfort her but not knowing what to say—seeing his daughter in such a state broke his heart. No matter how high his official rank or how wealthy and powerful he was, it didn't change the fact that his daughter was sick and there was nothing he could do about it.
Having lost his wife in middle age, his daughter was Zhao Wei's everything. Now, he couldn't bear it any longer; his face turned as pale as paper, and he even felt a sense of despair creeping in.
"Smack!"
Jiu Ye slapped Zhao Wei on the back of the head and said, "What are you doing? Pull yourself together; she's not dead yet."
Zhao Wei immediately snapped back to reality. Yes, he was the backbone of the family; if he didn't hold things together, everything would collapse.
The Ancient Sorcerer squatted down in front of the crying Yang Ying and quietly said, "Grandma, this illness can be cured."
"Cured?"
Yang Ying's frail hand suddenly grasped the Ancient Sorcerer's wrist with an unexpected strength for her age.
"Don't worry, Grandma, it can be cured."
The grip on his wrist was strong; the Ancient Sorcerer understood that Yang Ying was just too agitated, like a drowning person grabbing onto a lifeline with all their might.
"Ancient Sorcerer, can you really cure her?"
Jiu Ye looked over. When it came to killing, he believed the Ancient Sorcerer was a master among masters, but treating illnesses?
"You can treat illnesses? I remember you didn't study this in college."
Feng Leyao had just sent Zhao Weiru back to her room and was surprised to hear the Ancient Sorcerer's words, her eyes widening in astonishment.
"Let's try it and see."
Looking at the Ancient Sorcerer, Zhao Wei, who had been slapped awake by Jiu Ye, hesitated. From Jiu Ye and Feng Leyao's words, he could tell that the Ancient Sorcerer didn't possess medical skills. Would it be safe to entrust his daughter to him for treatment?
"Hmph! I will make the decision here. Young man, come in with the old lady."
At this moment, Yang Ying couldn't care about anything else. She grabbed the Ancient Sorcerer and headed into the room.
Zhao Fei shook his head and followed them inside, thinking that he was overthinking things. His daughter's illness hadn't appeared overnight; they had visited numerous hospitals without success. Since the Ancient Sorcerer claimed he could treat her, what harm could there be in letting him try?
They had already invited Taoists and monks; did it matter if they added this one?
"Tie Niu, does the Ancient Sorcerer really know how to treat illnesses?"
As they walked, Feng Leyao quietly asked Luo Tieniu.
Shaking his head, Luo Tieniu replied, "This... he didn't know how when we were in the village. Whether he has learned anything in these years, I don't know."
"These years? Could it be..."
Feng Leyao suddenly thought of that pack of cigarettes, feeling even more puzzled. She increasingly realized that the Ancient Sorcerer seemed to be shrouded in a light veil, making it impossible to see clearly; he was becoming more and more mysterious.
Zhao Weiru's Room was located at the easternmost end of the second floor. It was a room with a small lounge area. Upon entering, one could see a pink fabric sofa by the window, with a small table in front of it scattered with some items. In the corner against the wall stood a bookshelf filled with books, while the walls were adorned with photos of popular idol stars and some plush toys... a typical girl's room.
"Zhao Fei is quite busy with work, and Zhao Ru grew up with me; this is her room..."
Yang Ying's tone was low. How could she not feel heartbroken seeing her only granddaughter like this?
"Let's go in and check on Zhao Ru," Zhao Wei said, now completely calm as she led the Ancient Sorcerer into the inner room.
Upon entering Zhao Weiru's Room, they immediately found themselves in a pink world: the bed was pink, the quilt was pink, the curtains were pink... even the furniture was pink.
On the pink bed lay Zhao Weiru, a delicate beauty:
Her black hair spread across the sheets, her oval face framed by willow-like eyebrows. Her eyes were tightly closed, long eyelashes gently fluttering. Her slender nose resembled a suspended gallbladder, and her lips were cherry-pink and slightly pouted, making one want to bite them.
She was covered with a light pink thin quilt that outlined her curvaceous figure, prompting one to imagine what kind of alluring body lay beneath it.
Clearly, when Feng Leyao had brought Zhao Weiru in earlier, she had tidied her up; she no longer looked like the crazed figure that the Ancient Sorcerer had seen before.
"Ancient Sorcerer, look..." Zhao Wei said, her hands tightly clasped together as her heart raced with anxiety. The hardened heart forged through years of navigating the treacherous waters of life felt utterly useless now.
"Let me take a look."
Ancient Sorcerer nodded gently and looked carefully. As he did so, everyone was stunned.
Ancient Sorcerer didn't use any instruments, which meant it could only be traditional Chinese medicine. Traditional Chinese medicine diagnoses through the four methods of observation, inquiry, examination, and palpation. However, at this moment, he tilted his head and stared intently at the ceiling, not even glancing at Zhao Weiru. How could he diagnose like this?
Not only that, after looking at the ceiling for a while, Ancient Sorcerer furrowed his brows tightly and walked around the bed in circles. Finally, seeming to tire from walking, he headed outside, all the way to the Yard.
Everyone followed Ancient Sorcerer outside the Yard, but they had no idea what he was doing.
Feng Leyao could no longer hold back and whispered, "What... exactly is he doing?"
Among those present, the ones who understood Ancient Sorcerer the best were naturally Jiu Ye and Luo Tieniu. So as soon as Feng Leyao spoke up, Zhao Wei and Yang Ying immediately focused their attention on the two of them.
Jiu Ye expressed some confusion and said, "I... I'm not sure. But I think since Ancient Sorcerer is doing this, there must be a reason."
Luo Tieniu, on the other hand, was more straightforward and shook his head immediately, saying, "I don't know!"
Ancient Sorcerer did not notice that Feng Leyao and others were looking at him with puzzled expressions because he had already found what he was looking for—his eyes were fixed intently on the roof of the Small Building!
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