The Ancestor of our Sect Isn't Acting like an Elder Chapter 197.1

197.1 – Nighttime Walk

When she thought of when her brother couldn't move about freely for a good number of years, she felt like this is nothing. If she could cure her brother, she wouldn't even fear death.

Gong Tianqing walked to the door giddily, and then opened it. A tall figure standing outside the door entered her eyes immediately.

This man called Tailor always wears a black robe, hiding his body and most of his face.

— he might be a bad person.

Gong Tianqing's instincts warned her many times.

She also previously peeped at the other party's occasionally exposed skin — skin full of stitches. He is like a dress sewn from many rags… This is something Gong Tianqing has been thinking all along.

In any case, the man in front of her is very suspicious. However, when Gong Tianqing saw that her brother was getting better due to his treatment, the suspicion in her heart was gradually peeled away. She is already convinced that the other party has the ability to cure her brother.

“Young Lady Gong, I am very sorry to visit you every night. By the way, is your body doing all right?”

A soft voice sounded.

Different from the cold and gloomy atmosphere around him, the man's voice and words always carry a little warmth, giving off the impression that a spring breeze blew by.

“Thank you for the concern, doctor. My body is fine.”

“That's good to hear. Shall I come in?”

With an “of course”, Gong Tianqing stepped aside and let Tailor step into the room.

Tailor said bitterly as he untied a medical box on the table, “Although I have tried my best to take care of Young Lady Gong's body. But at the initial stage, the treatment requires a large dosage, so the demand is a bit much. I hope Young Lady Gong will forgive me.”

“It's okay, thank you.”

Seeing Gong Tianqing bow slightly, Tailor waved his hands and responded in an enthusiastic tone, “There is no need for thanks for such a small thing. After all, it's the responsibility of all doctors to save people. I am also happy to see that Young Master Gong's body is getting better.”

Tailor looked at Gong Tianqing with a caring gaze.

Although his face is always hidden in the shadow of the hood, but his eyes are very bright, bearing a large part of the emotional expression function.

“By the way, if Young Lady Gong feels any great discomfort, do tell, and I will adjust the treatment plan to reduce your burden. I'll prescribe you some medicine if necessary.”

Tailor scratched his head a little awkwardly — he scratched the hood, strictly speaking.

“Although it can only be regarded as a supplement, but it is better than nothing.”

“Okay, I will have to trouble you, doctor.”

Gong Tianqing nodded gently. Tailor responded with a smile.

Then, he opened the medical box and took out an ordinary small bowl, a sharp knife, and some white cloth strips.

“Today's demand may be a bit more, because it is a critical time. As long as we make it through this period, we will be able to gradually reduce the dosage.”

“As long as we get through this, can Little Yang's disease be cured?”

Gong Tianqing asked promptly. Consequently, Tailor shook his head regretfully.

“I don't know.”

After a pause, he said emphatically, “But it's definitely going to get better.”

Gong Tianqing was silent for a while before finally uttering, “I'm counting on you, doctor.”

At this time, she didn't realize what the scariest thing was.

The most vicious weapon in the world is wrapped in sweet and gentle malice and the purest kindness.

“Then, let's begin.”

Tailor handed Gong Tianqing a knife.

“I understand.”

Taking the knife firmly, Gong Tianqing pulled up her right sleeve and untied a bloody cloth wrapped around her right forearm.

On her forearm, which is paler than ever —

There are several shocking knife marks crisscrossing.

There are old and new knife marks, and all of them are sewn up. The old ones no longer have any stitches. The new ones still have stitches and are bleeding.

After searching for a while, Gong Tianqing finally found a fairly good place to insert the knife. She took a deep breath and, without hesitation, cut her skin with the knife.

Blood came out at once.

Reflecting bewitching red light, blood flowed down her arm. It looks particularly eye-catching against the sickly pale skin.

Gong Tianqing's blood did not fall on the floor. The warm, red liquid was caught by Tailor using the bowl.

The light flickering gently painted the two silhouettes in distortions.

When the bottom of the bowl was filled with red, it finally reflected Gong Tianqing's face.

— a pale, bloodless face.

No moon, no wind, no sound — it is a silent night.

Thick clouds appear to be stuck under the curtain of the night, covering the moon that should be radiating light.

In the eastern district — where the Gong Mansion is located — there are no people on the road. There are only sporadic flickering lights coming from the houses on both sides of the road.

These lights are not enough to dispel the dark. The entire street is quite dark and feels gloomy.

For the sake of public security, there are no trees planted in the public areas of the inner city's eastern district, so that thieves and robbers wouldn't be able to take advantage of them to cross the high walls that seem to keep the residences in place. This street is no exception. Almost nothing higher than the walls of the residences can be seen, except the watchtowers.

In the eastern district, there is a watchtower built practically every other street. These towers give the public security personnel a high vantage point, allowing them to overlook a large area.

However, good and bad are usually two sides of the same coin.

Watchtowers are inanimate objects with no will of their own. They are not only convenient for the public security personnel, but are also tools that can be used by those with bad intentions.

Just like now —

“Beneath the raven moon is the domain of cutthroats. The scenery isn't half bad…”

The lass standing atop the tip of a watchtower uttered in a playful tone.

She is a few zhang [1] above the ground, which is high enough to fall to the death. Nevertheless, it cannot be said that she is careful. With her arms crossed, she is naturally standing on the tip of the tower, which is only as large as a palm.

It can be said that the lass is not only brave, but also has a great sense of balance.

However, this is nothing.

After all, the lass — Xue Qilin — is a Heaven Realm master. Even though she is not very accomplished in martial arts, but just by relying on the excellent physical ability that her realm provides her, she can easily do all kinds of things that are impossible for ordinary people.

[1] – 1 zhang = 3.3 m / 10.9 feet

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