Novel Full Chapter 1512 - 570: Peculiar
Su Mo’s question was somewhat abrupt.
Inquiring about personal ailments in such a familiar manner was bound to make someone uncomfortable.
However, Leng Wushuang was not angered, only a bit surprised:
"What brings this question from our esteemed guest?"
"To be honest."
Su Mo smiled: "I happen to have a Master Xinglin with exceptional medical skills by my side.
"On this uninvited visit to the island, we have disturbed everyone here.
"Now that I know Lord Leng’s daughter is ill... I thought perhaps my companion, the Master Xinglin, might have a way to help?"
"Ah, I see."
Leng Wushuang couldn’t help but smile upon hearing this, but then sighed:
"Your consideration is appreciated, alas... to be honest, my daughter suffers from hysteria.
"It attacks several times a day.
"During an episode, she becomes unrecognizable to her kin and attacks anyone in sight, regardless of who they are.
"When not having an episode, she is like any other person.
"Just now, a maid was taking her for a walk in the garden.
"Suddenly, she had an attack.
"She injured two maids, went into a frenzy... I had to bind her with chains, or I wouldn’t know how far things might have gone."
"Oh?"
Su Mo couldn’t help but glance at Little Situ.
Little Situ nodded slightly.
Only then did Su Mo say:
"I wonder if we could meet Miss Leng?"
Leng Wushuang glanced over the people beside Su Mo:
"So the Master Xinglin is among you. I apologize for my oversight.
"Though it’s inappropriate to trouble our noble guest, I find myself at a dead end.
"Regardless of whether you can save my daughter, Leng Wushuang will remember this kindness."
After saying this, he stood up and gave a deep bow.
Su Mo waved his hand:
"Lord Leng, you’re too courteous. Please, lead the way."
"Please, come along."
Leng Wushuang, without hesitation, led the way.
Su Mo left Zhou Su and Wen Qi here to wait for Xiao He.
Bringing along Yang Xiaoyun, Little Situ, Zhen Xiaoxiao, and Cen Beihuan, they entered inside.
After turning through the corridors and passing a pavilion, they soon arrived at a room.
A few maidservants and servants stood guard by the door, bowing quickly when they saw Leng Wushuang with a group of strangers.
Leng Wushuang waved his hand:
"How is Miss doing?"
"Relatively calm for now,"
A maid replied, "But we still don’t dare to untie her."
"I see."
Leng Wushuang sighed, waved for them to stand aside, then approached the door and pushed it open.
A fragrant scent of a young lady immediately flowed from the room.
Upon looking inside, they saw a girl in a light pink dress, bound to a chair.
She had her head down, hair hanging low, obscuring her face.
Leng Wushuang called softly:
"Nuan Nuan, Dad is here, how are you?"
The call was like a stone sinking into the sea.
The girl did not respond at all.
Leng Wushuang urgently called again twice.
Only then did the girl suddenly look up, her face weary, eyes slightly red as she whispered hoarsely:
"Father... I’m in pain."
"Huh?"
Leng Wushuang hurried into the room:
"Where does it hurt? Are the bindings too tight?
"I’ll untie them for you right now."
"I hurt everywhere... in excruciating pain.
"Father, you should just kill me.
"Living with this madness, life holds no meaning for me.
"Already there is gossip among neighbors.
"They say you’ve sinned, and now it’s karma upon me...
"You have always stood true and upright, how could you bear such slander?
"Thinking that I brought this upon you...
"The pain in my heart is worse than the pain in my body."
Her murmuring words nearly brought tears to Leng Wushuang’s eyes.
He couldn’t help but turn to Su Mo and his companions, clasping his hands together and bowing deeply:
"If you have any means, I beg of you, please examine my pitiful daughter."
Su Mo assisted Leng Wushuang back up and softly said:
"I volunteered for this task on my companion’s behalf, and we will try our utmost.
"As for the outcome..."
"Regardless of success or failure, I will not blame you."
Leng Wushuang immediately said.
Su Mo nodded, then looked at Little Situ: "Little Situ, I’ll leave it to you."
Little Situ nodded with a smile and slowly approached the girl.
Leng Wushuang widened his eyes, disappointment on his face, unable to resist glancing at the white-haired Cen Beihuan before speaking to Su Mo:
"Our esteemed guest... the Master Xinglin you mentioned is this girl?
"I thought it was this old man."
Cen Beihuan’s face turned dark; if he were a Master Xinglin, that would be quite the story.
Within the Dragon King Hall, there’d certainly be a whole team of Master Xinglins.
Yet, if so, how could the former Hall Master fall prey to Elder Du’s treachery?
Su Mo smiled:
"Lord Leng, rest assured, it’s said that ambition is not measured by old age.
"This friend of mine has studied medicine from a young age and what she learned is extraordinary.
"In all my years traveling through Jianghu, whether in Nanhai or Donghuang, I have never seen anyone’s medical skill surpass hers."
"Ah?"
Leng Wushuang was immediately startled:
"Is this really true?"
"Absolutely not a single falsehood."
Su Mo vowed confidently.
Seeing this, Leng Wushuang could only nod, though trust seemed to be uncertain in his expression.
Little Situ said no more, quietly examining the girl tied to the chair.
The girl remained compliant under the examination and couldn’t help but ask: