The Challenge of a Farmhouse Son-in-Law
Chapter 193 - 192: They Are the Real Family

Chapter 193: Chapter 192: They Are the Real Family

Gu Youyou looked at the small bell and tucked it away before gently biting her lip.

The decision to save him was the right one, although she didn’t fully understand his words, there was no doubt they were seen as the same kind of people in the eyes of those others.

"Okay, thank you!"

"Mmm! Then I’m leaving, be careful. Remember, in this world, you can’t trust anyone but yourself."

"Okay."

The man nodded and swiftly leapt out of the window, moving so quickly he was like a fleeting shadow.

"Hey, wait..."

Gu Youyou only thought of something important after the man had disappeared.

There were no sounds from outside anymore, and Gu Youyou, thinking he had gone far away, sagged in disappointment.

"You’ve decided to come with me, then."

Just when she thought the person had left, a barely audible voice resurfaced behind her.

Startled, Gu Youyou instinctively turned and stepped back, patting her chest, saying, "How are you so silent? My ears didn’t pick up any sound at all."

The man smirked, saying, "Our kind of people... heh, consider this ability a little compensation."

Twice in a short time he referred to "our kind of people," and Gu Youyou couldn’t help but be curious about what kind of people they were.

"Do you have other matters?"

He asked again, interrupting Gu Youyou’s curious thoughts.

She collected herself and said, "Let me take your pulse and see about that cold poison... Even if I can’t completely remove it, suppressing it a bit would be beneficial."

The man extended his hand in surprise, even shock, as he regarded Gu Youyou.

The cold poison was personally inflicted by that person, and even the people of Tianzong had no solution, yet this village girl boldly claimed she could do something about it.

Gu Youyou seriously took the man’s pulse, unaware of the unusual expression in his eyes.

"How long have you been taking that medicine?" Gu Youyou asked.

"About eleven years," the man replied.

Gu Youyou showed a hint of astonishment; eleven years was almost the same amount of time little Gu Youyou had been taking medicine.

She concentrated on taking his pulse and preliminarily deduced that the cold poison in the man’s body was not as severe as it had been in Gu Youyou’s back then.

Of course, this could be related to physical constitution. A little girl’s body is originally weaker, and since little Gu Youyou had been taking that medicine from such a young age, her body was naturally ruined, and now at almost nineteen, she still hadn’t had her menstrual cycle.

Letting go of the man’s wrist, Gu Youyou turned and entered another room, a study.

She lit an oil lamp, spread out thick yellow paper, ground some ink, and began to write with a newly bought brush.

Her handwriting was forceful and accomplished in one fell swoop; soon, a prescription was drawn up.

After airing the ink, she told the man, "Take this prescription, one dose divided into three parts, one every seven days, for four successive treatments. I’ve taken this prescription myself, and the effects are quite good."

The man took the prescription, and, like his expression when he saw the handwriting on it, was extremely shocked.

He looked deeply at Gu Youyou before tucking the prescription away and said, "Thank you, my name is Jin Yi, styled Ziyuan; you can call me Jin Ziyuan."

After that, the man turned and left, this time without returning.

Gu Youyou stood there dumbfounded, the astonishment in her eyes no less intense than that of the man who had just departed.

Jin Ziyuan, Jin Zijin?

If Ziyuan was his style name, could Zijin also be a style name?

In ancient times, those who were a bit particular all had given names and style names. Jin Ziyuan, Jin Zijin, could it really be a coincidence?

Heh...

After all that fuss, it turns out they are family, and here she is, spinning around like a fool as if being twirled by a spinning top.

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