The Rogue Villager Chen Erbao

'Could that be Zhao Ruoying's younger sister?'

Chen Erbao's gaze lingered on the girl as he wondered to himself.

"Cousin, you're finally back! I've missed you!"

Sure enough, as soon as Zhao Ruoying finished speaking with the woman, the girl came forward and took Zhao Ruoying's hand.

Standing together, she and Zhao Ruoying looked just like biological sisters. Their figures and faces were remarkably similar.

"Xiang'Er..."

Chen Erbao could tell that Zhao Ruoying and this girl had a very good relationship.

As for the other man and woman, they were a bit older. The woman was also beautiful, but her thin lips gave her a somewhat mean-looking face.

The man was handsome and dashing, but unfortunately, his eyes were shifty. He covertly sized up Zhao Ruoying several times.

Only Chen Erbao seemed to notice.

"Cousin, Brother-in-law."

After speaking with Zhao Xiang'Er, Zhao Ruoying greeted the man and woman, then fell silent.

Zhao Xiang'Er tilted her head and studied Chen Erbao.

"Cousin, who is this?"

The other three also looked over.

Zhao Ruoying introduced him.

"I've been so worried about Uncle's condition that I took the liberty of inviting a doctor. His name is Chen Erbao. He's the village doctor from Bailong Village, and he's very skilled. He studied under an old master of traditional Chinese medicine in the mountains when he was younger..."

Before Zhao Ruoying could finish, the thin-lipped woman sneered.

"Ruoying, after all those years of schooling, it looks like you haven't learned a thing... How capable can a village doctor from the mountains be?"

Interrupted mid-sentence, Zhao Ruoying frowned.

"Zhao Qi, I was speaking to our aunt. Why are you interrupting?"

"I'm your older cousin. Is that any way to address me, by my full name? Have you no manners?"

Zhao Qi's expression turned cold as she stared at Zhao Ruoying.

Zhao Ruoying just sneered back.

"Heh. Chen Erbao is a guest I invited. Whether he can cure him or not is beside the point. Is this how you treat a guest? Where are *your* manners?"

After just a few sentences, the atmosphere immediately grew awkward.

Zhao Qi's husband, Song Rui, quickly stepped in to smooth things over.

"We're all family, let's talk things out calmly... Ruoying, Mr. Chen, please come in and have a seat. Don't just stand at the door!"

"Yes, yes, come inside and talk!"

Zhao Ruoying's aunt also ushered everyone into the house.

The two of them shot each other a final glare and stopped arguing.

Song Rui led the way, and the group began to enter the villa.

Zhao Ruoying and Chen Erbao walked at the back of the group. Zhao Ruoying lowered her voice and said:

"I've never gotten along with Zhao Qi, not since we were kids. Later, no matter what she says, just ignore her. She's a total shrew."

"..."

Chen Erbao nodded and smiled nonchalantly.

"I'm here to treat a patient. I won't pay any mind to anything else."

"Mm."

The villa looked rather unremarkable from the outside, but once inside, Chen Erbao was stunned by its gilded and dazzling interior.

The floor was paved with high-quality, cream-colored tiles, and the walls were adorned with oil paintings by unknown foreign artists. The living room was vast, with a chandelier over ten meters long hanging from the ceiling. On either side of the room, spiral staircases led to the upper floor.

The mahogany furniture was grand yet elegant, possessing a certain classical charm.

When they entered, about a dozen people were standing in the living room, all with solemn expressions.

Seeing Zhao Ruoying come in, they all greeted her with smiles.

"Ruoying is back..."

Chen Erbao had learned before he came that in Zhao Ruoying's father's generation, there were two brothers. Her uncle was a businessman, while her father was in politics. The two of them were practically at the top of the pyramid in Hongyuan City.

Zhao Qi and Zhao Xiang'Er were her uncle's two daughters, and Song Rui was Zhao Qi's husband, whom she had just married last year.

Although Zhao Ruoying hadn't specified her father's exact position, Chen Erbao guessed he was likely one of the major figures one might see on the news.

Zhao Ruoying returned their smiles one by one. After some pleasantries, she led Chen Erbao toward a hallway at the back.

"I only found out last night that Song Rui invited a top expert from the medical field in the Capital City. That's why Zhao Qi was acting like that just now..."

Chen Erbao understood immediately. Compared to a top medical expert from the Capital City, a little village doctor like himself certainly seemed out of his league.

But then again...

"Don't worry, I won't embarrass you."

Chen Erbao smiled reassuringly.

Zhao Ruoying sighed.

"Sigh. Whether I'm embarrassed or not doesn't matter. As long as my uncle can get well, that's all that matters. My uncle doted on me when I was little..."

"I'll do my best."

Chen Erbao didn't make any guarantees. If it was truly a terminal illness in its late stages, he probably couldn't cure it at the moment.

They passed through a long corridor, entered a courtyard, and wound their way past a small pavilion before finally arriving at the door to Zhao Feng's room.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

Zhao Ruoying knocked gently twice. It was Zhao Xiang'Er who opened the door.

Her fair, rosy face had a hint of baby fat and exquisite features. The prominent peaks of her chest strained against her clothes, accentuating a slender waist. Below, tight jeans encased a rounded bottom and long, straight legs, making her figure look absolutely perfect.

She stood charmingly at the door and said in a hushed voice:

"Sister Ruoying, Mr. Chen, please come in. Dr. Han is also here."

Zhao Ruoying gave Chen Erbao a look and walked in first.

Chen Erbao followed close behind.

But just as he passed by Zhao Xiang'Er, the back of his hand accidentally brushed against her arm.

The feel of her soft, smooth skin was fleeting. Chen Erbao's heart skipped a beat, but his face remained expressionless as he quickly walked past.

As for Zhao Xiang'Er, a faint blush appeared on her face. She lowered her head, closed the door properly, and followed them in.

'Mr. Chen must not have done that on purpose...'

She thought to herself.

Entering the room, they saw a white-haired but vigorous-looking old man in the center of the room, preparing something.

Chen Erbao glanced from a distance and saw that the old man was inspecting the acupuncture needles in his hand.

"Aunt, how is Uncle's condition now?"

Zhao Ruoying walked straight up to Han Yi and asked.

Han Yi's face was etched with worry, and there were even a few white hairs at her temples.

"Ever since he got this strange illness, he's been comatose in bed every day. He occasionally wakes up for a short while, but he's always listless. We've had him checked by hospitals both at home and abroad, but they can't find anything..."

Hearing this, Zhao Ruoying's brow furrowed as well, and she glanced back at Chen Erbao.

Chen Erbao remained silent, pondering inwardly.

'Comatose all the time?'

'If it were an Immortal Technique, there are many methods that could cause this. But if it's an ordinary illness...'

Chen Erbao searched for such an illness within the Joyful Technique, but after going through it completely, he couldn't find any similar stubborn disease.

It wasn't that the Joyful Technique was incomplete, but that most of the ailments it recorded were related to Spiritual Power. It barely documented any worldly diseases.

Seeing Chen Erbao hesitate, Zhao Ruoying's heart sank.

"Have you never seen a similar condition before?"

Just as Chen Erbao was about to speak, Zhao Qi sneered from the side again.

"I doubt he's even as old as me. So what if he studied under some old traditional doctor? How many cases has he even seen to have the nerve to go around treating people? Ruoying, I think you've been scammed. Naive as ever!"

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