My Most Beautiful Fiancée

Luo Wanqing was the Sword Concealment Manor Master. She navigated between families large and small, and while she held no real authority, her influence was nonetheless significant.

For many families, her gratitude was something they could only dream of obtaining.

Mu Lin felt like he might have hit the jackpot.

This was a form of wealth that couldn’t be measured in money.

”Manor Master Luo, you’re being far too kind,” Mu Lin said. ”You’ve already paid the consultation fee. If you keep this up, I won’t know what to do with myself.”

The treatment session didn’t take long, and he came out quickly.

Zhao Ling’er, who was doing her homework at a table, glanced up for a moment before burying her head in her work again.

Mu Lin walked over and sat down beside her, waiting for Chen Xiaoyou and his son to arrive while checking on Zhao Ling’er’s progress with her homework.

Zhao Ling’er worked quickly and with extreme accuracy. One had to admit that not only were Zhao Yang’s medical skills superb, but his teaching ability was also exceptionally high.

Zhao Ling’er quickly finished her assignment, removed the loose-leaf page, and handed it to Divine Doctor Zhao.

Divine Doctor Zhao glanced at it and said with satisfaction, ”Not bad. You got them all right!”

With time, Zhao Ling’er would be able to hold her own and see patients at the Holy Medicine Hall.

Divine Doctor Zhao was very pleased by this.

Zhao Ling’er placed the page into her binder, then pulled out another book.

This was an ancient text she was secretly studying. In reality, it was just pages printed out and bound together.

The pages were densely covered in tiny characters written with a fine-tipped blue ballpoint pen.

This was the homework she truly focused on each day.

She rapidly flipped through a few pages, pointed at one, and asked, ”Brother Mu, how do you solve this problem?”

Mu Lin glanced at it and fell silent.

This wasn’t a problem one could solve casually. It was far from simple.

The last time Zhao Ling’er had asked Mu Lin a question, he only needed a moment’s thought to answer.

This current problem, however, was not nearly as easy.

It wasn’t that Zhao Ling’er was deliberately trying to stump him; after all, she had correctly solved the problems above and below it.

Mu Lin was silent for a moment before saying, ”Let me think…”

Zhao Ling’er said smugly, ”So there are illnesses even you can’t cure, Brother Mu!”

Mu Lin said seriously, ”There are plenty of those. My medical skills are actually quite poor. My master is the truly skilled one!”

Zhao Ling’er was tired of hearing this from Mu Lin. ’If he’s so skilled, why doesn’t he ever come out and show himself?’ she thought.

But he was Mu Lin’s master, after all, so she held herself back from asking such an impolite question.

As the two of them went back and forth, Lin Shishi, off to the side, was absorbed in scrolling through her phone.

The bond between Mu Lin and Zhao Ling’er was incredibly tight, impervious to the outside world.

Lin Shishi wasn’t about to go and humiliate herself.

Her father wanted her to build a good relationship with Mu Lin, but that didn’t mean interfering in his personal life—just maintaining a friendly connection was enough.

After a while, a luxury car pulled up outside the Holy Medicine Hall, and a father and son got out.

They both looked haggard from their journey, with prominent bags under their eyes.

Mu Lin figured they must have heard from Luo Wanqing that someone could cure the illness and had rushed over immediately.

They had been in the car all night and had only just arrived, looking utterly exhausted.

’That woman is really something else,’ Mu Lin thought. ’Couldn’t she have let them rest before coming?’

Divine Doctor Zhao stepped forward and said with great enthusiasm,

”Hello, please come in! What seems to be the trouble?”

The middle-aged man said, ”I’m looking for Mu Lin. Where is Divine Doctor Mu?”

Divine Doctor Zhao immediately understood. He quickly turned his head and called out,

”Mu Lin, a patient is here for you!”

Mu Lin had already seen them and strode to the doorway.

Luo Wanqing followed close behind him and approached the middle-aged man.

”King Chen, you’ve finally arrived. It must have been a rough journey, yes?”

”Of course it was, but as long as my boy’s injury can be healed, nothing else matters!”

Divine Doctor Zhao greeted Chen Xiaoyou, ”Hello, King Chen. I am Zhao Yang.”

Chen Xiaoyou had, of course, heard Zhao Yang’s name over and over again. He hurriedly shook his hand. ”Divine Doctor Zhao! I’ve heard so much about you!”

Divine Doctor Zhao sighed. ”I’m getting old! Each generation surpasses the last! Mu Lin is far more skilled than I am!”

”Rest assured, Divine Doctor Mu’s skills are the greatest I’ve ever seen,” Luo Wanqing said excitedly. ”He treated my injury only twice, and it’s already almost completely healed.”

Hearing this, Chen Xiaoyou became even more excited.

”So that’s how it is, so that’s how it is!” Chen Xiaoyou muttered repeatedly. ”Then, where is Divine Doctor Mu?”

Luo Wanqing pointed to Mu Lin and declared with great passion,

”He is Divine Doctor Mu!”

Chen Xiaoyou looked at Mu Lin, and his expression froze.

”Manor Master Luo, this joke isn’t funny in the slightest!”

He had heard that Mu Lin was a divine doctor, a miracle worker who could fully heal his son’s injury.

But the person standing before him now was just far too young.

”King Chen, I’m not deceiving you in the least! I have personally verified Divine Doctor Mu’s abilities!”

”The last time I was out collecting items for auction, I was accidentally poisoned. I visited countless famous doctors, but none could cure me. But after just two treatments from Divine Doctor Mu, I’ve almost completely recovered.”

But Chen Xiaoyou’s face remained ashen. ”I’m sorry, Manor Master Luo. It’s not that I don’t believe you, but he’s my only son!”

Chen Xiaoyou’s son, Chen Bing, also looked grim. ”Dad, forget it. I’d rather stay crippled for now than take this risk!”

’To him, Mu Lin was still just a kid,’ Chen Bing thought. ’He’s way too young. What kind of medical skills could he possibly have?’

Mu Lin said, ”You both traveled a long way to get here. I imagine you’ve been tormented by this affliction. I can understand your desire to receive proper treatment.”

”And I have my own reasons. I need to get acquainted with you, King Chen, to obtain building materials to support the Li Group.”

”But if you truly don’t believe me, Mr. Chen, then there’s nothing I can do.”

Hmph!

Chen Xiaoyou flicked his sleeve. ”I shouldn’t have come! What a waste of time!”

He took his son and started to walk away.

Mu Lin suddenly spoke up. ”Young Master Chen, your injury is to the meridians in your arm, isn’t it? They were severed by a horizontal force, and you were a hair’s breadth from being permanently crippled. Fortunately, your family is wealthy enough to hire an expert to maintain your meridians, which is the only reason they weren’t completely destroyed. Am I right or am I wrong?”

A shudder ran through Chen Bing as he stared at Mu Lin, unable to look away.

”Did you investigate me?”

Mu Lin said with a slight smile, ”I only just learned your father’s name today. Why would I investigate you?”

Chen Xiaoyou clicked his tongue in amazement. ”To diagnose the condition in a single breath… I’ve never seen a doctor with that kind of skill.”

Mu Lin continued, ”Young Master Chen, it’s been almost four years since your injury, hasn’t it? Back then, the meridians in both your arms were severed. If you hadn’t received prompt treatment, you probably would have had to give up your cultivation and walk a different path long ago, right?”

Chen Xiaoyou’s expression was grim. Recalling the moment his son’s hands were crippled, that feeling of despair still washed over him from time to time.

”And recently, Young Master Chen, has your condition gotten worse?”

Chen Xiaoyou said eagerly, ”Yes, yes! That’s exactly right! You’re truly divine!”

Luo Wanqing smiled. ”Heroes aren’t defined by their origins, and greatness isn’t determined by age. Divine Doctor Mu’s abilities have been verified by many people. No one would dare say he’s not capable.”

Chen Xiaoyou nodded repeatedly. ”I understand, I understand!”

Chen Bing rushed to Mu Lin’s side and dropped to his knees. ”Divine Doctor Mu, I beg you to save me!”

Mu Lin smiled. ”Manor Master Luo and I have already discussed it. I will certainly save you. Please get up, the floor is cold.”

Chen Bing scrambled to his feet and continued, ”My name is Chen Bing! If you heal me, my life is yours from this day forward!”

Mu Lin waved his hand dismissively. ”What would I do with your life?”

He grabbed a slip of paper from a notepad and wrote down a list of medicinal herbs:

”Ling’Er, bring this to a boil, then simmer for half an hour. We’ll proceed after that.”

Zhao Ling’er snatched the list and dashed to the dispensary to grab the herbs, then ran to the cauldron in the back to brew the medicine.

Mu Lin beckoned to Chen Bing, then turned and walked toward the treatment room.

Chen Bing quickly followed.

A moment later, a scream like a stuck pig came from inside.

Mu Lin chided, ”And you call yourself a martial arts prodigy? You can’t even handle this little bit of pain?”

Chen Bing’s screams quieted slightly, but he couldn’t hold them back completely, and pained groans still escaped in waves.

Chen Xiaoyou was on pins and needles, terrified that Mu Lin would end up making his son worse.

”King Chen, please don’t worry. Divine Doctor Mu has cured ailments far more severe than this. He’ll be fine, I guarantee it.”

Chen Xiaoyou’s heart was still tight with anxiety. ”Manor Master Luo, what is this person’s background? How can someone so young be so powerful?”

He was afraid of being overheard, so he deliberately lowered his voice.

Luo Wanqing also lowered her voice. ”I’m not too sure myself. If you really must know, you should go ask Elder Zhao…”