It seemed that Madam Mao was indeed a cultured person, succinct and to the point.
Meanwhile, the Clan Leader, once again with his people, knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, their attitude clearly conveying a message of unconditional submission, even without Ermao’s translation.
Bai Junjun nodded and said, "Alright, we’ll go back and make a plan. We’ll come over again tomorrow. You all get some rest."
As the two prepared to make their way home, the Clan Leader enthusiastically ordered a few people to carry over all the food that had been offered to them earlier.
From the middle of the night until now, quite some time had passed. The two returned with their spoils of war, and everyone was having breakfast. Seeing the two bringing back so much game so early in the morning, they were all astonished.
Bai Junjun coughed and said, "Our neighbors gave this to us."
"Neighbors?" Everyone was stunned.
Weren’t these the same people who climbed over the wall to kidnap someone and declare war just yesterday? How come they turned around and brought food?
That was quite the change of heart.
While everyone was puzzled, Bai Junjun added, "I misunderstood yesterday. They climbed over the wall just to bring food."
"Then their capture of Mr. Dan He was..."
"They wanted to perform a dance for him."
In the midst of the conversation, Bai Junjun suddenly noticed the absence of Mr. Dan He himself and couldn’t help but wonder, "Where’s Master?"
"I went to see him early in the morning; he’s looking quite unwell, probably got frightened by our neighbors’ dance yesterday."
Mr. Shan Hai promptly informed Bai Junjun about Mr. Dan He’s condition.
Bai Junjun raised an eyebrow; perhaps she had been negligent. After all, the old man was in his fifties or sixties, a truly rare age, unlike them who weathered through storm and stress unscathed.
After saving him yesterday, she hadn’t thought to let him drink some Water of Flora.
Bai Junjun, with some concern, went to Mr. Dan He’s room.
At that time, Mr. Dan He was laying weakly on the bed, and upon seeing Bai Junjun, he just furrowed his brow and groaned without opening his eyes.
Bai Junjun grabbed his wrist to take his pulse, but his pulse was stable, not showing any signs of problems.
"How strange." Bai Junjun investigated thoroughly but couldn’t find any issues.
Feeling perplexed, Mr. Dan He faintly opened his eyes and said, "Disciple, I reckon this is not an illness but the end of my lifespan approaching."
"?" Bai Junjun looked puzzled.
But his heartbeat and pulse were very stable; where did it look like he was on the brink of death? Was she supposed to believe she had never seen a critically ill patient before?
"These years, taking you as a disciple without proper guidance has been a regret, and I must have been mistaken in believing that a noble young lady might not have the perseverance to master medicine, causing you to waste precious years, which is truly shame-inducing.
Luckily, you’ve found a master who enabled you to grow to be what you are today, which brings me some consolation. However, I wonder who on earth could be so skillful. Would you enlighten me, disciple?"
Bai Junjun finally understood the old man’s intentions; turns out he was feigning illness, aiming to find out why she had such impressive medical skills.
Bai Junjun tugged the corner of her mouth and replied: "Shennong Jia; Hua Tuo, Bian Que, Zhang Zhongjing, Sun Simiao, Li Shizhen—I can’t even count them all."
All these were figures from the Famous Doctors Record given to her by Fox.
"Stop joking around."
Mr. Dan He frowned, this girl was still trying to fool him. Hua Tuo and Bian Que were divine doctors from long ago, not to mention Shennong Jia.
But he had not heard of the string of names that followed. Could they be real?
Does this girl have more than one master?