Reborn Divine Doctor: The Abandoned Girl's Legend

Chapter 641: Chapter 509: Curing Illness? Suck With the Mouth?

”Thirteen, I’m here to see a doctor.” The comer stepped in light-footedly, a pleasing smile spreading across his face as he approached, his hand clutching five tokens.

Why is it him again? Coming to see a doctor again?

In Mercenary City, a melting pot of all sorts, good news hardly travels, while bad news spreads like wildfire.

Once word got out that Ye Lingyue could treat illnesses, let alone perform detoxifications, a good number of mercenaries started seeking her out for medical help.

Given that earning points for treating patients was much quicker than going on missions, Ye Lingyue, adhering to the principle that not making a profit is foolish, decided to set up a small clinic right inside her Alchemy Shop.

Only five tokens were issued daily, limiting the service to five patients.

But somehow, from who knows when, Bo Qing had taken it in his head that Ye Lingyue was none other than Hong Shisan, and began showing up at the little shop daily with or without reason.

Ye Lingyue, of course, vehemently denied this. She already had enough trouble entangled with debts of affection owed to Wu Zhong and Feng Xun; adding Bo Qing into the mix would completely frazzle her.

Armed with a broom, she had tried to shoo Bo Qing away several times, but not only did this fail to deter him, it seemed to only make him visit more frequently.

These past few days, he went so far as to buy up all five of the day’s tokens for consultation, monopolizing Ye Lingyue’s entire day.

”I’ve told you how many times, I’m not this Thirteen you speak of.” Ye Lingyue’s already darkened face grew even darker.

”But you are Thirteen. So scheming, so adept at calculating others, absolutely one of a kind—my very own Thirteen,” Bo Qing batted his charming, peach-blossom eyes and beamed foolishly at Ye Lingyue.

Earlier on, due to the difference in scent, he had nearly missed identifying Thirteen.

However, since Ye Lingyue had tricked Hong Yulang and the others, Bo Qing found the discrepancy. That sly, shameless energy, along with the crescent moon-like curve in her eyes she revealed whenever she successfully tricked someone—that was his Hong Shisan.

Lan Cai’er shot Ye Lingyue a look brimming with sympathy and automatically headed to the Refining room inside to persuade Little Steamed Bun to refine a Spiritual Artifact for her.

She knew that once Bo Qing arrived, he wouldn’t leave without pestering Ye Lingyue for the whole day.

”Captain Bao, I have no idea what you’re talking about. And besides, this place is for medical consultations. You’re the picture of health, with not a single ailment. Please don’t hinder me from swindling... I mean, saving people.” Ye Lingyue ignored Bo Qing.

”Who says I’m not sick? I am sick, seriously ill at that.” With lightning speed, Bo Qing hid the shop’s broom behind him to prevent Ye Lingyue from getting a chance to chase him away.

Seeing his actions made Ye Lingyue feel even more defeated.

”Alright, Captain Bao, out with it. What is it you’ve come down with this time?”

Bo Qing had been showing up at her shop for over twenty consecutive days.

From the common cold, headaches and fevers, to diarrhea, limb weakness, sleep talking and sleepwalking, and even loss of appetite and leg cramps—Ye Lingyue suspected Bo Qing had feigned every illness imaginable, except for pregnancy.

”I’ve been bitten by a poisonous mosquito, a deadly one from the forest. Look at this huge bump, it just won’t subside. I think I’m nearing death’s door, and I’ve come to see you one last time before I go,” Bo Qing unhesitatingly rolled up his sleeve.

Sure enough, there was a large red lump on his arm, oozing blood and pus, which appeared quite convincing at a glance.

Bo Qing certainly wasn’t going to tell Ye Lingyue that he had spent sleepless nights flipping and flopping around, trying to come up with an ailment.

At last, he had the bright idea of using a poisonous mosquito bite as his excuse.

Just yesterday, he had stripped naked and ventured into the forest, all to be bitten by the Poisonous Mosquito King. Sadly, as the extraordinarily lucky ”Treasure Child,” Bo Qing’s luck was explosively good.

He had chilled in the forest breeze all night, only to end up with a large bump from a bite on his arm.

Early in the morning, he couldn’t wait to come for a ”medical consultation.”

Ye Lingyue took a closer look at the bag, which was indeed bitten by an extremely venomous mosquito. If left untreated, it would fester in a few days.

With Bo Qing’s handsome looks, a large pus-filled swelling on his hand would be quite an eyesore.

Ye Lingyue massaged her temples, finding herself completely at a loss with Bo Qing.

This guy was just a big kid who never grew up.

Considering that he had sent her nearly ten thousand points for the consultation over the past few days, she decided to treat him.

”It might hurt a bit, bear with it.” Saying this, Ye Lingyue took out a very uniquely shaped knife, a knife she had borrowed from Yun Sheng.

According to Yun Sheng, it was a special knife from her hometown, very convenient for cutting open wounds, and it was called a surgical knife.

Ye Lingyue had tried it once, found it useful, let Yun Sheng draw a sketch, then chose high-quality Xuantie, fused with some Star Saliva Iron to refine one for herself, and indeed it worked very well.

Seeing the strange-shaped knife in Ye Lingyue’s hand, flashing with a cold light, Bo Qing’s face, too pretty for words, turned sheet white in an instant.

”Thirteen, can we discuss another method? I’m afraid of pain and faint at the sight of blood.”

”To completely drain the Poison Blood, surgery is the only way.” Ye Lingyue said emotionlessly.

”Then, before the surgery, can you hold me, or I hold you, so I can be a bit braver?” Bo Qing continued to pale.

”Cure it or not, it’s up to you. If we don’t remove the Poison Blood, you can say goodbye to that arm.” Ye Lingyue glared at him.

”There’s really no other way?” Bo Qing’s voice grew weaker as his body trembled like leaves swept by autumn wind.

”There’s another way, to suck out the Poison Blood.” Ye Lingyue hesitated seeing Bo Qing looking like he was about to pass out.

”Suck, with the mouth? If you do it, I don’t mind.” Bo Qing immediately smiled as bright as a bloom.

The thought of Thirteen sucking out his Poison Blood presented such a beautiful image in his mind.

”If Captain Bao doesn’t mind, I can suck it for you.”

Bo Qing’s joy barely lasted a few seconds before a very unfriendly voice from behind wiped the smile off his face.

Two more people entered the small shop.

It was Wu Zhong and Yan Jiu.

The trio were all tall men. Once they stood inside the tiny shop, the space suddenly felt cramped.

”Who asked you to suck it? I certainly don’t have such proclivities.” Bo Qing stood up, facing Wu Zhong squarely.

”Oh? The Young Sect Master doesn’t like men? So who was it then, outside Yan City, shouting for Hong Shisan’s men and tangled up with Hong Yulang?” Wu Zhong glared coldly at Bo Qing.

Yan Jiu had naturally reported Bo Qing’s infatuation with ”his woman” to him.

Ye Lingyue had a headache written all over her face, while Yan Jiu behind her wore a look of someone enjoying the drama immensely.

In life, there are always certain people and events that are fated to be, such as Wu Zhong and Feng Xun falling in love with the same person.

Similarly, Bo Qing took a liking to Hong Shisan at first glance.

Or even, from their very first encounter, Wu Zhong and Bo Qing were never on the same page.