Chapter 50: The Legendary Physician Bian Wen (1/2)

Translator: Storm in a Teacup

“Ho!”

An Rushuang scoffed.

“That being the case, physician Ye, as long as Nanny Liu trusts you, I will follow her decision. You can acupuncture her without the guidance of your master.”

Although knowing An Rushuang said those words at a fit of anger, Ye Chengzhi, nearly persuaded by her, shook his head after a second thought.

“Four years ago, when my apprenticeship began, I promised my master not to acupuncture anybody in the next five years. I shouldn’t break my promise now.”

“So you will see her die without doing anything?! What did you promise Nanny Liu several days ago!”

An Rushuang said peacefully, her expression as frosty as ice, cold enough to make one shudder.

Ye Chengzhi, taking half step back, lowered his head.

An Rushuang felt serious headache once thought of those two physicians, one of which was so merciless that cared nothing about the patients; one of which was such a coward, daring not to make a decision by his own. There was really no perfection in the world.

“And you! You might as well be a hermit if you don’t want to practice medicine any longer. Never ever let another quack be your apprentice and push the patient to death again!”

An Rushuang kicked the door with all her strength, producing a dull thump.

Being stupefied, Ye Chengzhi remembered Hong Yu’s bite. A fierce lady would surely have a fierce maid.

Suddenly, there came a sound inside the door.

“You...Who are you? I have never met such an... an unreasonable girl!”

Given the heavy breath, the old man was obviously infuriated by An Rushuang’s powerful kick at the door.

“I want to ask you, either, old man.” An Rushuang made another kick after sneering coldly. “Why do you hide in the room for fear of turning up in public? Are you a wanted criminal or what?!”

Seeing the lady scolding his teacher with hands resting on her hips, Ye Chengzhi was too shocked to say a word.

“What a shrew... What a shrew...”

The old man behind the door could say nothing else but these three words.

“I am a shrew? If I were a shrew, you would be a quack. There was no record about shrew scolding others in the history, but there were numerous stories about how quacks killed their patients. You are very likely to ruin your ancestors’ reputation!”