The moment Young Master Mu heard Ye Zi’an’s words, a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes. He sneered, "How could a doctor like a pig be compared to a divine doctor? Did those doctors you saw tell you that you need to flay your skin and pull your tendons, enduring unbearable pain? That’s what idiots would do."
Yang Chuxia listened carefully to Young Master Mu’s words, and her heart skipped a beat. Could it be that he had another treatment method?
"May I ask if the great divine doctor Mu has a different treatment method? Is it possible to heal without flaying the skin and pulling the tendons?"
Upon hearing this, Young Master Mu scoffed, "Why should I tell you?" Then he showed a face that said, ’beg me, if you beg me, I’ll tell you.’
Yang Chuxia really wanted to throw the teapot on the table at his face. Unfortunately, she couldn’t, as this man was not an ordinary villager from Yangshu Village with no power or influence.
If she actually did that today, her entire family and even the whole of Yangshu Village would probably be in serious trouble.
But goddammit, this so-called young master was way too damn arrogant and moody, wasn’t he? This was simply madness, wasn’t it?
Yang Chuxia took several deep breaths and then said, "Young Master Mu, let’s cut to the chase. If you want the method of making the small arrow, I can give it to you. However, you have to heal Brother An’s leg first and return the Arisaema I gave you. If you don’t agree, then we have nothing to talk about."
Ye Zi’an called out, wanting to stop Yang Chuxia. She might not be aware of the power of the small arrow, but he knew how powerful a weapon it would be in the hands of those prominent families.
"Brother An, don’t worry, it’s just a small arrow." As she spoke, she winked at Ye Zi’an, then glanced at the sleeve of his robe. Ye Zi’an instantly understood her meaning. That’s right, he had forgotten that Xiaxia knew more than just the small arrow; there was also the little crossbow and sleeve arrows. This small arrow was just one of her creations.
"Bring out the thing!" Young Master Mu hadn’t missed Ye Zi’an and Yang Chuxia’s little gestures, but he was more concerned about the small arrow.
In his eyes, that small arrow already belonged to him.
Therefore, his words were not polite at all, "What? Just helping this little cripple treat his leg? This is simply too easy! As for that Arisaema, what do I need it for? Isn’t it just a common grass? Do they really think I don’t know? In my Hundred Grass Garden, there are many of them. Turns out it has such a nice name, huh?"
"Haven’t you agreed to my terms yet?" Yang Chuxia thought for a moment and added, "You must first help Brother An with his leg. Once I’m sure Brother An’s leg is healed, I’ll give you the small arrow."
"You..." Young Master Mu became furious upon hearing this. He slammed his hand on the table and said coldly, "You wretched girl, I have already put up with you for a long time. Do you think I can’t do anything to you? I’m telling you, I’m being patient with you now, so you can still talk terms. But if you make me unhappy, not only will you have to hand over the small arrow, but his leg won’t be healed either. By then, if your family and friends are implicated, don’t blame me."
As expected, this so-called young master had finally erupted. Indeed, this was not a person with a good temper. There really were no genuinely good people among the children of these prominent families.
"Young Master Mu! You’re a noble, and you have power and status. We, the commoners, can’t afford to offend you. But is the Mu Family the only powerful family in Great Zhou?" Yang Chuxia said sarcastically, "Doesn’t the Mu Family have any enemies? Since Young Master Mu wants the thing in my hand, it must mean that you recognize its power. In that case, I believe there must be other people who will also appreciate its value."