Yang Baiyue’s heart was actually cursing furiously, and had he not needed to maintain his cover, he would have leaped up to slap her several times—this damn girl had recognized him, hadn’t she? Yet she continued to pretend otherwise. Moreover, when did she learn medical skills? Was she really trying to deceive him now?
Sitting there, Yang Ruxin was utterly composed as she took in Yang Baiyue’s fluctuating expressions, revealing a hint of disdain and also feeling a tinge of sadness—for the mother and son of the senior branch of the Yang Family.
Such a husband, such a father, truly...
"Why does the Divine Doctor ask so?" Yang Baiyue had thoroughly reined in all his emotions, looking at Yang Ruxin with a hint of surprise, "My surname is Mo, and I am the son-in-law of the Dong Family." He paused briefly and, without waiting for Yang Ruxin to speak, continued, "However, I have been injured before and forgot many things. Why does the Divine Doctor look so familiar to me? It seems like we’ve met..."
Yang Ruxin laughed: "Is that so? I also find Mr. Mo quite familiar." Touching her chin, she continued, "You bear a resemblance to the fourth son of the Old Yang Family who killed someone and fled..."
Yang Baiyue immediately frowned. He was aware of the Old Yang Family’s affairs, having heard various rumors and some details from Yang Ruyu. But this girl had just compared him to the idiotic Yang Fourth—what did she mean by that? He then coughed twice, "The Divine Doctor, please proceed with the medical examination." The money had been paid; it was important to focus on the task at hand.
Yang Ruxin slightly raised her eyebrow but did not refuse. "Very well, but as I said before, those ten thousand taels are just for the consultation. As for whether the disease can be cured or not, that’s another matter."
"What do you mean by that?" Yang Baiyue finally started to lose control as his entire body began to tremble; he could not worry about decorum and hastily wrapped the quilt around him. "Are you trying to extort me?"
"When did I say I was extorting you?" Yang Ruxin raised her eyebrow slightly. "But it was you who came to me with money in hand, not the other way around..." Saying this, she stood up, "Arguing with me? I won’t oblige then..." and turned to leave.
"Divine Doctor, please wait." Dong Hang, who was guarding the door, hastily stopped Yang Ruxin. "Recently, my master has been tormented terribly and is in a bad mood. I hope the Divine Doctor won’t take offense at a sick person..."
Yang Baiyue also realized his mistake and quickly chuckled, "Yes, indeed, Divine Doctor, I was delusional from the pain just now..." He remembered the young master had instructed him to obtain the Divine Sauce recipe. If he let his temper flare now and drove this damn girl away, the chance might become even more slim later on.
Yang Ruxin’s eyes flickered, noticing his ability to bend or stretch; she then nodded, "Since you’ve said so, I will believe you. Let’s proceed with the treatment."
Yang Baiyue breathed a sigh of relief.
Yang Ruxin in fact knew without looking that the man had been bitten by Xiaolun. Her master had said that Xiaolun’s poison was rare in the world, but not incurable. To treat it, one could fight poison with poison, using Xiaolun’s venom to create a medicine pill that could cure all poisons, naturally including its own.
Another method was using the Return to Unity Needling Technique to detoxify.
However, Yang Ruxin had no intention of completely curing Yang Baiyue, so... she only applied half of the needling technique and reduced the needling time by half. The result was that he would have to receive acupuncture once a month, or the condition would recur.
Now that Yang Baiyue had money, she was willing to make the effort to come and collect it once a month, and she certainly wouldn’t be polite about it.