I insist

Chapter 116: Becoming an Apprentice

"I seriously doubt that you reached the same conclusion last time! You are not worthy of being called a medical saint at all!"

Unexpectedly, Wu Hanshuang said that, and everyone's expression changed. They clearly wanted to say something more, but then they heard Ming Taicheng cough lightly.

Everyone who had opened their mouths eventually closed them and turned to look at the others beside them.

"Your silence means you agree? I'm going to declare to the world that you are unworthy of the title of Medical Sage!"

"Sister, please stop talking. It's not like that at all..."

Before Wu Hanxue could finish speaking, her arm was gripped so tightly that she winced in pain and could not utter a sound.

Seeing this, Song Miqiu frowned slightly, but instead of moving closer, she lowered her eyes to look at Yu Huailin lying on the bed.

He raised his hand and touched the other person's forehead to make sure the temperature was normal and the color in their face was returning before handing them a cup of warm water.

"Drink some, and if you taste anything bitter in your mouth, spit it out immediately."

"Any more questions?"

Although there are no major problems, some teas may affect the efficacy of the medicine, so I am still a little worried.

After observing for a long time and confirming that there was no problem, he still wouldn't let anyone get up, and sat to the side watching the group of people arguing.

Do you think they will be able to get the justice they want?

"It's not that easy. Right now, he only sees these two girls as Zhang Jingsong."

My feelings are similar to hers.

Song Miqiu looked at Wu Hanshuang, who was still shouting, and felt even more helpless. But when she saw Wu Hanxue's pleading eyes, she shook her head helplessly.

"May I make a request now?"

"This? Can't you see the current situation?"

Upon hearing this question, Song Miqiu remained silent and walked straight toward Ming Taicheng.

They met each other's gazes without any apparent concern, even showing a hint of helplessness before letting out another sigh after a long while.

"Tell me, as long as it's not excessive, I can satisfy you."

"Since they believe that Father can surpass Brother, why don't you have another match with them now?"

Who would have thought that these words would cause both sides to frown, seemingly expressing some dissatisfaction with the matter.

But in order to prove herself, Wu Hanshuang hesitated for a moment before finally shouting "Good!"

Since the younger generation had already agreed, Ming Taicheng, as an elder, had no way to refuse. He sighed and pointed to the empty table below.

Understanding what this meant, the two sisters immediately seized the opportunity and busied themselves processing the medicinal herbs in their hands.

Seeing Wu Hanxue and Wu Hanshuang methodically grinding the necessary medicinal herbs into powder, and adding a little something, the originally pitch-black powder actually turned a little pink.

"Is it the powder your father used that time?"

"That's right, it's the one that 'breaks your heart and liver.' Do you dare to swallow it before we prepare the antidote?"

Ming Taicheng frowned, but ultimately walked straight forward and swallowed the powder.

Seeing this action, Song Miqiu was about to make another move when Zhang Jingsong, who had come up, stopped her.

"They are still very weak, so it would be best if they moved to the back to rest."

"it is good."

Zhang Jingsong noticed that Song Miqiu wasn't worried at all, and frowned in confusion. Just as he was about to ask a question, he heard a soft exclamation.

He quickly turned his head to look and discovered that Ming Taicheng had already begun preparing the antidote.

"gone."

Hearing this, Zhang Jingsong wanted to say something more, but because the person he brought called out again, he could only follow and leave.

Hearing footsteps behind him, Song Miqiu looked at Yu Huailin again and frowned once more.

Is something wrong?

"No, I was just curious about what was happening outside."

Song Miqiu was not worried about this problem. He sat down and took out another medical book, carefully flipping through its contents.

When I was about halfway through flipping through the book, Zhang Jingsong's voice reached my ears.

"You acted completely unlike a doctor the past few days, why are you acting like this today..."

"Are you that curious?"

The other person nodded vigorously, clearly wanting to say something more, but was stopped by their friend first.

"You think you're just as clueless as me, and that's why you're so helpless in the end?"

"You, you're right."

Zhang Jingsong sighed helplessly, then looked at Song Miqiu and hesitated for a moment before kneeling down with a thud.

Having not been frightened before, this sudden attack startled Song Miqiu, who hesitated for a moment before looking at the other person.

"What are you trying to do? Isn't it a little late to apologize?"

“I know, but I still hope you can forgive me, and…” Zhang Jingsong frowned, hesitated for a long time before raising his head, “Master Aunt, please accept me as your disciple.”

Seeing the man's defiant expression, as if he wouldn't get up unless she accepted him, Song Miqiu sighed but still refused to agree, and simply looked away.

But Zhang Jingsong was no ordinary man; he would never give up until he achieved his goal. He even knelt down and moved forward a couple of times before grabbing her leg.

"Let go!"

"I won't let go unless you agree to take me as your apprentice, otherwise I'm staying here today."

Hearing this, Song Miqiu ignored it and turned her head again, just about to say a few words to Yu Huailin, when she suddenly felt a weight on her leg.

Worried that his pants were about to be pulled off, he immediately turned around and saw Zhang Jingsong struggling on the ground because his legs were numb.

"release!"

"I...I can't control my body right now, just a little..."

Before he could finish speaking, his body suddenly jerked, and he lunged forward.

Song Miqiu originally wanted to push the person away, but as soon as she got up, her knees were tightly held by those hands, and she lost her balance and rolled to the ground.

"This is all your fault!"

Before Zhang Jingsong could react, Song Miqiu raised her hand and slapped him.

But the next moment, they heard two other people gasp softly.

"I never knew you had this kind of preference."

What are you doing?

Hearing the voice behind her, she wanted to explain, but Zhang Jingsong, who was still on top of her, pushed her away.

She quickly stood up, straightened her slightly disheveled clothes, and then turned to look at Yu Huailin beside her.

"This guy wanted to become my apprentice, but he wouldn't let go even when his legs went numb, which caused me to fall to the ground as well."

"You don't need to explain to me."

Seeing Song Miqiu's explanation, Yu Huailin ignored it and turned to look at the seat next to him.

"Don't you believe that just because others said those things about you before, you've simply accepted it?"

"I didn't take it seriously."

Yu Huailin turned around with difficulty, revealing a somewhat helpless face and an undisguised weariness.

Knowing that this was a side effect of the detoxification, Song Miqiu didn't say anything more and fed the other person a cup of glucose water.

"Drink it and then sleep for a while."

"What's that? Could we have some too?"