Chapter 12: Refining Pills (3)
Elder Yu did not answer Shopkeeper Zhao. His astute eyes looked deeply at Ling Yu: “Miss, in our Hundred Herb Hall, there are no exceptions, whether you’re a commoner or even an official’s household! If you try to use force to pressure us, then our Hundred Herb Hall will no longer welcome you from now on!”
“You…”
Ling Yu’s face turned pale with anger. She had not expected that a small physician would dare to speak to her like that with the Ling family currently in power! It was simply going too far!
“Very well, you had better remember this! If I, Ling Yu, don’t avenge this insult, then my word can no longer be trusted! When the time comes, don’t blame me for not warning you!”
However, after she had finished saying that, Elder Yu shut his eyes once again. No matter how much Ling Yu was hopping in anger, he never spared her even one more glance…
“Miss, sorry to keep you waiting, I’ll fill the prescription for you now.”
After Ling Yu left, Shopkeeper Zhao said so, embarrassed.
“Shopkeeper, is this elder one of Hundred Herb Hall’s in-house physicians?”
Gu Ruoyun’s gaze shifted and landed on Elder Yu, her lips curved up into a slight smile as she asked.
“This…” Shopkeeper Zhang was stunned for an instant, he carefully looked at the elder who was resting with his eyes shut. Not seeing any reaction from the other, he then said: “Miss, this senior is Elder Yu, he is also… one of our Hundred Herb Hall’s physicians.”
“Oh,” Gu Ruoyun lightly stroked her chin, “I see that his medical skill is quite lacking, otherwise, why couldn’t he get rid of a simple scar?”
“What did you say?”
Elder Yu suddenly opened his eyes and sneered: “A simple scar? You make it sound so easy! If it were just getting rid of a scar, it wouldn’t be that difficult. But if you need it to be removed within a day, that’s impossible! Whether it’s an injury or an illness, they all need time to heal.”
“If your skill is lacking, then it’s lacking, isn’t it more refreshing to just admit that you can’t do it?”
“Miss!”
Seeing Elder Yu’s expression darken, Shopkeeper Zhao hurriedly interrupted her: “Miss, don’t say any more, Elder Yu’s medical skill is evident for all to see, even the physicians by the emperor’s side are not his equal.”
“Really?” Gu Ruoyun smiled mockingly, a subtle hint of light flitted through her clear pupils, “If Elder Yu’s medical skill is really that impressive, would you dare to compete with this junior?”
“Very well!”
Elder Yu stood in outrage, cold eyes looking at Gu Ruoyun: “How do you want to compete?”
“Simple! If I lose, not only will I admit that I was wrong, but I’ll also admit that your medical skill is without parallel! If you lose, then… I want this Hundred Herb Hall.”
With a wave of flowing cloth, Gu Ruoyun sat down, that delicate and pretty face holding a smile full of high aspirations.
Elder Yu froze for a long moment, before finally laughing uproariously: “Girl, you have some guts even trying to touch this Hundred Herb Hall! You want to take this Hundred Herb Hall? You don’t have that kind of power!”
“Why?” Gu Ruoyun played with a lock of her hair, smiling: “The dignified Hundred Herb Hall doesn’t have the courage to compete with a little girl like me? Or should I say, Elder Yu, you’re scared of losing?”
“Lose? Hmph, I, Elder Yu, have never known the meaning of defeat! However, Hundred Herb Hall is not mine, so I can’t make that decision. If you want to compete with me, you’ll have to wait until I invite the young master to decide!”
In fact, Gu Ruoyun had also guessed at Elder Yu’s identity. Going by the shopkeeper’s attitude towards him, he was definitely not a normal physician. However, even if he had a high position in Hundred Herb Hall, he was a steward or an elder at most, while her aim was the man behind Hundred Herb Hall.
What’s more, since she had just arrived, she had to have a force behind her as a backup!
Hundred Herb Hall was undoubtedly the best choice!
Most importantly, once she had Hundred Herb Hall under her control, she would not need to worry about gathering medicinal herbs in the future.
