After cleaning out the insects in Mr. Yu's body, Fengjiu gave him a bottle of liquid medicine and said, "Bandage the wound on your finger. I'll write a prescription and have someone boil it for him to take a bath." As she said that, she put away her things and washed her hands. At the same time, she said to the head of the Yu family, "The insects in the bottle can't survive. You can deal with it later."
"Okay." Patriarch Yu responded quickly, and then asked, "Madam Ling, when will my father wake up? Is he okay?"
"It's okay now. You just need to take good care of yourself. You'll wake up when you take a bath later." Fengjiu said as she walked out.
"Wait." Old Yang chased out.
"What are you doing?" Fengjiu stopped and looked at him with interest.
"I apologize for my previous suspicion and distrust of you." Old Yang said, and as soon as he finished speaking, he gritted his teeth, lifted his robe and was about to kneel down to kowtow to her.
Feng Jiu raised her eyebrows when she saw him kneeling down. She flicked her sleeves and said slowly, "You don't have to kneel down to me. I don't want to take you as my apprentice."
Old Yang knelt on both knees, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't kneel any lower. It was as if a pair of hands were holding him up, preventing him from kneeling, and his feet gradually and involuntarily stood up.
He was shocked, and stood there in a daze, unable to recover from the shock as he watched the woman in green turn around and walk out.
Baili Bowen, who followed behind, took in the previous scene, and his eyes flashed. It was indeed not simple.
"Mr. Yang, I told you that Mr. Ling and Mrs. Ling are not liars. They saved me on the road, and we met by chance. They really don't have ulterior motives." Patriarch Yu came out and said to Mr. Yang who was standing there in a daze.
Elder Yang recovered and looked at him, asking, "Mr. Ling and Mrs. Ling? What are their full names? People like this can't be unknown."
"I don't know where they came from, but I know they are not ordinary people." The head of the Yu family said, "You two, please do as you please. I will ask the servants to boil the medicine." After saying that, he left first.
Baili Bowen looked at the sky and said with a smile, "It's getting late. I think I should go back. Goodbye, Mr. Yang." He bowed and walked out.
Old Yang glanced at him, then looked at the sky, pursed his lips, and walked out with his hands behind his back.
As soon as Baili Bowen walked out of the house, Old Yang followed him out. Baili Bowen, who was about to leave, stopped and was about to call him to go with him, but he saw Old Yang looking at the people on the street and suddenly took a deep breath.
Seeing him like this, his eyelids twitched and he involuntarily took a few steps back, keeping some distance from him. The next moment, he heard Old Yang's powerful voice ringing out in front of the Yu family's door.
"I, Yang, am not as skilled as others. I am convinced by Madam Ling and I am unworthy of being called the Saint of Medicine!"
"I, Yang, am not as skilled as others. I am convinced by Madam Ling and I am unworthy of being called the Saint of Medicine!"
"I, Yang, am not as skilled as others. I am convinced by Madam Ling and I am unworthy of being called the Saint of Medicine!"
A voice containing spiritual energy suddenly came from in front of the Yu Mansion, echoing loudly in the air. In an instant, almost everyone on the street looked towards the front of the Yu Mansion. Seeing the old man looking up and shouting with a sad voice, they couldn't help but feel surprised.