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Chapter 27

The people who were originally in the crowd watching the excitement felt some anger when others were rudely grabbing them. However, when they saw the person pushing them was a woman - an extremely big and ugly woman - they subconsciously moved away to make way for her.

After all, normal families would never raise their daughters to become so fat! One look at the weight she carried, it was clear her family's status was not ordinary. It was just watching some excitement! They still did not want to invite trouble.

Moreover, the person grabbing them was still a woman after all.

Lin Zaozao also ignored the strange looks from the men behind her. She focused her attention on the Little Young Master half lying on the ground.

From afar, Lin Zaozao bent halfway down and squinted to carefully examine the man on the ground. He wore beautiful light blue robes that made his entire person look like finely carved beautiful jade, staggeringly beautiful.

Although his eyes were closed now, the sickly look on his face made people's hearts ache at first sight, wishing they could dig out their own heart, lungs and liver to give to him.

Such a pretty man, he must be toxic, extremely toxic.

She should keep her distance after saving him later.

What if he got better and wanted her hand in marriage? Lin Zaozao let her sneaky thoughts run wild.

She could also tell from the domineering guards surrounding him that the Little Young Master lying on the ground had an extraordinary identity.

But now that the guards had tightly protected the Little Young Master in the center, what could she do to save his life?

Even if she wanted to pretend to have supernatural powers, with her ugly looks, who would believe her anyway!

Just as Lin Zaozao anxiously looked on, a middle-aged man in white robes rushed over quickly from the crowd.

Seeing the medicine box slung over his shoulder, Lin Zaozao knew he was a doctor. Now there was a doctor, she didn't have to play hero for now. She would make her move later when the doctor was helpless.

People probably wouldn't care for a flower added to a brocade. But sending charcoal during snow would surely be appreciated.

When the doctor couldn't save the Little Young Master later, the guards wouldn't dare stop her either, so she could smoothly complete her task - killing two birds with one stone. Why not?

So Lin Zaozao found an empty stool and sat down with a plonk. After walking so far, she had reached the limits of this body.

She'd better rest for a while now, so she'd have the energy later to complete the task the System had given her.

"Did you guys move Young Master's body?" The white-robed doctor asked grimly.

"No. We let Young Master's body remain in this posture after he collapsed," the guard holding up the Little Young Master explained.

"Hold him for a while longer. I'll prick a few needles into Young Master first, to see if it has any effect."

After that, the doctor first took out a bottle from his front and carefully tipped a pill into the Little Young Master's mouth, then started needling him.

Sitting at the side, Lin Zaozao found herself curiously mesmerized by the middle-aged doctor’s skillful needling technique.

Once, when she was at a hospital before transmigrating, she saw an expert giving patients acupuncture. But that expert’s technique was incomparable to this old doctor's!

Just as Lin Zaozao watched engrossedly, the beads of sweat on Old Lin's forehead grew more and more. Clearly, the situation of the Little Young Master half lying on the ground was definitely not good.

"Old Lin, how's Young Master?” the guard cradling the Little Young Master asked anxiously, seeing his increasingly pale face.

"Bad. His energy and blood are churning up chaotically. The poison has already reached his heart and lungs. Coupled with Young Master's inherently weak physique, I... can’t save him,” Old Lin’s voice trailed off, as the guard’s face immediately turned deathly pale.

If Young Master really died here today, they the guards would all have to pay for the funeral. That still wasn’t the most important thing.

What they feared most was Old Madam getting angry and implicating their families.

As the atmosphere descended into a weird silence, Lin Zaozao raised her hand timely and spoke up.

"I can heal him."

Appearing too suddenly, Lin Zaozao’s voice instantly captivated everyone’s attention the moment she spoke.

But upon seeing a crudely dressed, fat village woman when he looked over, the guard holding the Little Young Master immediately lost the light in his eyes.

How could a woman that looked so uncouth possibly save their Young Master’s life? She must be trying to take advantage of spotting how attractive and distinguished looking their Young Master is, not afraid to die!

"Hey, why are you all looking at me like that! Anyway, this Old Lin can't save your Young Master either. So why don't I give it a try? Who knows, I might just save his life! What do you all think? Want to give it a shot?" Lin Zaozao asked.

Lin Zaozao’s words sent the guards frowning as they instinctively looked to Old Lin, as if seeking his opinion.

Looking at Lin Zaozao, then at the Little Young Master whose face was growing paler, Old Lin gnashed his teeth in the end.

Staring at Lin Zaozao, he threatened, "Village woman, if you can't save our Young Master, you'll pay for it with your life. After all, our Young Master is honorable and esteemed. Not just anyone can touch him.”

"Then what if I do heal him? Is there some reward?" Lin Zaozao asked covetously while leering and rubbing her fingers together. Her money-grubbing manner immediately resonated with them.

"As long as you can save Young Master, I'll give you fifty taels of silver. No, fifty taels of gold. But if you fail, I will have you die on the spot."

Hearing Old Lin's words, Lin Zaozao immediately gasped. Fifty taels of gold was enough for her to spend a lifetime in this era with relatively low consumption standards.

Tempted by money, Lin Zaozao subconsciously eliminated the possibility of being unable to save the person.

"Are you serious? When I save your Young Master, you really give me fifty taels of gold?"

"Really. Remember village woman, if you heal Young Master, you get the money. If you can't heal him, we can only take your life."

After all, they had to take a life to appease Old Madam's anger somehow! And this ugly woman who offered herself up would make the perfect scapegoat.

Seeing the dark undercurrents in Old Lin's eyes, Lin Zaozao couldn’t help the nervous drumming in her heart.

Oh gosh! The calculating light in Old Lin’s eyes had practically turned substantial. As for what plans he had brewing in his mind, even if she didn’t know, it definitely wouldn’t be anything good.

She hoped that after healing this Young Master who resembled a beautiful flower, she could get the money and part ways with them, never meeting again.

Forcefully suppressing the drumming in her chest, Lin Zaozao strode over to the Little Young Master’s side with somewhat trembling legs.

But before she could even stretch her hands out, the guard blocked her.

"Village woman, you have to wash your hands first before touching Young Master."

"Bloody hell! If I go wash my hands first, your Young Master would have died by then. Now is crucial to saving him, not me! If he was fine, you could go home, shower, then come back too!

How about this - do you want me to go home, cleanse myself thoroughly with a nice bath, offer prayers, then come to heal your Young Master?!" Lin Zaozao retorted.

Her words instantly turned the guard’s face blacker than the bottom of a pot. But thinking that the poison ravaging their Young Master now had no cure, with even Old Lin unable to do anything, needless to say this uncultured village woman!

In the end, she was just a fall guy. What's the point obstructing her? So the guard put down his hand blocking Lin Zaozao, signaling her to heal their Young Master.