松鼠症仓库

Shu Han stood at the entrance of the yet-to-be-furnished medical hall, listening to the clinking of woodworking sounds inside. Not only was the shop’s facade creatively designed, but even the nails used by the woodworkers were distinctive.

“Physician Shu?” Liu Shimei was quite surprised; it turned out to be Shu Han!

This renowned imperial physician from the capital was not alone; he was accompanied by a young man.

Then, he glanced at the shop and back at Liu Shimei, realizing, “So, Miss Liu is planning to open a medical hall here.”

“Yes,” Liu Shimei said with a faint smile. “Would you like to come in and take a look?”

Shu Han had indeed intended to, but he refrained earlier thinking it impolite to enter without the owner present. Since Liu Shimei had invited him, it would be rude to decline.

Seeing the young man following Shu Han inside, Liu Shimei seemed puzzled. “And who might this be?”

Feeling impolite, Shu Han said, “Oh, this is my son.”

He then addressed the young man. “Jun’er, greet King Dun Yu and Eldest Miss Liu.”

Shu Jun was indeed the eldest son of Shu Han. His figure was straight and his brows were noble. The father and son were exactly the same. They cupped their hands and said, “Shu Jun greets King Dun Yu and Eldest Young Miss Liu.”

His expression was as blank and courteous as his father’s, almost to the point of aloofness.

Liu Shimei nodded in acknowledgement but did not pay too much attention to Shu Jun. Instead, she held Huangfu Lingyao’s hand and led Shu Han inside.

Her steps were slow, in consideration of Huangfu Lingyao’s injuries.

Shu Han’s focus was on the setting of the medical hall. As he entered, he had a realization. “Why do I feel… like I’ve seen this style of medical hall somewhere before?”

“What?” Liu Shimei asked in return.

It was Shu Jun who spoke up. “Father, it’s from the ‘Min Liang Medical Chronicles.\'”

Shu Han remembered. “Right, right, the Min Liang Medical Chronicles. The largest medical hall in Min Liang was called Mingjing Platform. It was founded by a consort surnamed Nie a century ago, and it had branches all over the Min Liang Continent. I saw illustrations in the medical chronicles, and the decor of that medical hall was somewhat similar to this place.”

“Because he found it familiar, so Imperial Physician Shu stopped and wanted to come in to take a look?” When Liu Shimei heard the name ‘Consort Nie’ again, she thought to himself, ‘This is truly extraordinary!’

Consort Nie was born out of nowhere, self-taught, and proficient in the Nine-Nine Soul-Sucking Needle Formation that contained modern physics and mathematics knowledge. The decoration style of the mirror table in the medical hall was similar to the modern style here…

All these signs indicated that she was Liu Shimei’s fellow outsider, a visitor from beyond the skies!

Unfortunately, that was a century ago, and she could not meet her.

Shu Han had another insight. “You are the only disciple of Old Qi, having learned the Nine-Nine Soul-Sucking Needle Treatment Technique. It’s not surprising that you know the style of Mingjing Platform.”

“Father, is it true that Master Qi learned the Nine-Nine Soul-Sucking Needle Formation from Consort Nie?” Shu Jun suddenly asked.

Shu Han turned to Liu Shimei and said, “Ask the person in question, and you’ll know.”

Liu Shimei smiled and replied, “Imperial Physician Shu’s deduction is correct.”

In this way, she did not need to explain why her renovation style was modern.

Not to mention others, even her pet dog appeared quite amazed by the drawings she made. At this moment, Huangfu Lingyao’s doubts were somewhat cleared: there was indeed a history behind it.

After seeing her drawings, the questions that had been lingering in his mind found their answers.

“Miss Liu, have you asked Master Qi about this?” Shu Han raised his most pressing question..