The Martial Doctor-Chapter 83 - 82: The Birth of Murderous Intent

But it seems Cai Jin’s consultation sign wasn’t put up today, probably either resting at home or out on a house call.

But if he’s out for a house call, he should have put up the sign, so patients know whether to wait or not.

So, it’s impossible to deliberately avoid Lin Miao; he might not even remember diagnosing Sun Youwei for that small matter.

Whether it’s cold tea or hot tea, Lin Miao won’t drink it.

He’s not stupid.

Who knows if the steward has tampered with the tea? You can’t be too careful, especially with the Ye Family; he’s always vigilant.

Half an hour passed, looking like it’s about to close for lunch break.

Still didn’t get notified by the Ye Family steward, even if Ye Shengyuan wouldn’t see him, he should be informed, right?

"Boss, let’s go, they’re doing it on purpose," Mr. Xie said, hands held in annoyance, he could tell that the Ye Family never intended to see Lin Miao.

"Alright, let’s grab a meal first and come back in the afternoon," Lin Miao nodded, they’re closing the doors, and the steward is intentionally avoiding. Clearly, he doesn’t want Lin Miao to see Ye Shengyuan, or Ye Shengyuan himself doesn’t want to.

Trying to make him give up.

If he got word so quickly from the Medical Bureau about the ’Independent Consultation’ application, and Mr. Sang or others had put in a word, yet he still avoids meeting, that’s excessive!

Even though Ye Shengyuan is the president of the Medical Association, he doesn’t have the authority to do that.

He’d rather believe it’s the steward playing tricks.

This kind of situation, where the ruler is easy to see but the devil is hard to deal with, has been seen often in past lives.

"Alright, I’ve asked around, there’s a restaurant nearby, they have good wine, shall we try it?" Mr. Xie chuckled, he knows Lin Miao’s temperament well enough; once he decides on something, he doesn’t give up easily, so he knows when to persuade and when not to.

"Are you paying?"

"Working for the boss, it’s not my place as a mere steward to treat," Mr. Xie grinned widely.

"You must have guessed, Ye Xizhao sent people to follow me, help me spread the word later, say Ye Xizhao accused me of murder in the East Market to imprison me, forcing my senior sister to surrender!" Lin Miao instructed.

"But that never happened!"

"Don’t you think if I don’t pass the medical exam, he wouldn’t do it?" Lin Miao retorted, "The only reason he’s not doing it is because he’s being cautious."

"I have some connections in Dongshan City, can help spread the word, but what’s in it for me?"

"Keeping you is your greatest benefit," Lin Miao snorted coldly, taking advantage of the situation, "Otherwise, I could report you to Mr. Sang today, and you’d end up in prison."

"Boss, you’re too harsh," Mr. Xie knew he’s thoroughly caught, if he didn’t want to go to prison, he’d have to accept this ’blackmail.’

"Oh well, you’ve come out to work with me, can’t let you spend money, I’ll treat lunch."

"That’s more like it."

...

"Patriarch, there’s something to report to you..." Ye Shengyuan wouldn’t go home for lunch when sitting for consultations at Shengyuan Hall.

He directly orders his favorite restaurant to send food, eats, naps briefly, and resumes consultations in the afternoon.

But the number of patients he sees daily is fixed, five in the morning, five in the afternoon; unless for emergency cases, he generally doesn’t add to his consultations.

Thus, his consultation slots are booked in advance, sometimes up to a half-month early. If it’s an urgent illness, paying extra for a house call is a different matter.

"Lin Miao came, why didn’t you report immediately?" Ye Shengyuan put down his chopsticks, expressing anger, he detests his subordinates making unauthorized decisions.

"You were diagnosing Mrs. He, not allowing anyone to disturb..." the steward answered cautiously.

He naturally had thought up a reason to answer well; there’s no way to let the Patriarch find fault, every time Mrs. He comes, she looks for Ye Shengyuan, and during her diagnostics, no one is allowed to interrupt, this rule is unbreakable.

Ye Shengyuan’s face slightly eased: "After Mrs. He left, why didn’t you report?"

"Before Mrs. He departed, I happened to go to the restaurant to fetch your lunch, when I came back, Mr. Lin was already gone!"

"Why didn’t you arrange to report immediately after Mrs. He left?"

"It was my oversight, initially when I returned with lunch, it was around the time you finished morning consultations, but today fetching lunch was delayed by a cup of tea’s time, so I returned late..." the steward broke out in a cold sweat.

"Hmm, wasn’t it your inadequate arrangements?" Ye Shengyuan glared at the steward disgustedly, "In the future, if similar situations occur, report immediately, if it’s inconvenient to enter the consultation room, can’t you at least notify from outside?"

"Yes, Patriarch, please calm down, I understand."

"Dismissed now, deduct this month’s bonus as punishment!" Ye Shengyuan snapped.

"Understood." the steward expressed gratitude but within his eyes flashed a trace of resentment, unclear whether it was directed at Ye Shengyuan, or Lin Miao who had left.

Actually, it wasn’t the delay in fetching the food, but he had secretly run back to report to Little Master Ye Xizhao.

...

After drinking and eating.

"Boss, are we still going to Shengyuan Hall?"

"Yes, if we can get this matter resolved, that’ll be the best." Lin Miao thought for a moment, wanting to apply for the ’Temporary Independent Consultation’ qualification, couldn’t avoid Ye Shengyuan, the Dongshan Prefecture Medical Association president.

But what Lin Miao didn’t expect was that when he went again in the afternoon, he was blocked by Ye Xizhao on the way.

"Lin Miao, don’t waste your energy, my father won’t see you, go back where you came from," Ye Xizhao said arrogantly, his lips and eyes showing clear signs of drug use again.

"Mr. Ye, seeing your father has nothing to do with you, right?"

"Mr. Ye said it, my father won’t see you, don’t you understand human language?" Ye Xizhao’s face was flushed, somewhat clawing and pawing, clearly indicating he would take action if words weren’t enough.

"Why? I’m also a member of the Medical Association, why won’t Mr. Ye see me?" Lin Miao’s face turned gloomy.

Why do these self-righteous second-generation medical heirs all act the same way? The one from Qingyu Hall is purely uneducated and even dumber.

This one here, who has been under the halo of "medical prodigy" since childhood, though at the same level as a medical practitioner, why are his emotional intelligence and intelligence at two extremes?

Got it, still, excessive drug use!

This trembling hand, crooked mouth, and unconsciously drooling symptoms, isn’t it just the symptoms of eating "Xiaoyao Powder" too much and the aftereffects occurring?

"My father is very busy; he has gone out for consultation now. You won’t be able to see him even if you want to. Just leave quickly; don’t force me to order to kick you out!" Ye Xizhao waved his hand and said.

A hint of fierceness flashed in Lin Miao’s eyes. The book says when the protagonist rises, there always need to be some suitable stepping stones. The Ye Family is insisting on competing to be that stepping stone.

Then let’s give you this opportunity.

A direct confrontation is obviously not feasible, he hasn’t got the thing he wants yet.

Lin Miao turned around and walked away; he originally wanted to come and try, but as a result, it was still like this, so don’t blame him.

"Mr. Lin, it’s not impossible to meet our Patriarch, as long as you are willing to pay a little price?" The steward caught up and whispered.

"May the steward give some guidance?"

"Mr. Lin just needs to send your senior sister to Qingya Small Building, No. 8 Courtyard tonight, and your meeting with the Patriarch will surely happen tomorrow." The steward said with a knowing smile.

"Thank you for your guidance, steward, Lin Miao will remember!" Unsurprised, Lin Miao cupped his hands heavily in thanks.

"Remember, Mr. Lin, the opportunity only comes once!" The steward chuckled, reminding Lin Miao’s departing figure.

...

"Mr. Xie, go and find out where this Qingya Small Building No. 8 is?"

"Boss, you’re not really planning to send your senior sister to Ye Xizhao, are you?" Mr. Xie asked in shock.

"Do you think I would?" Lin Miao retorted.

"I don’t think so, but why do you want to find out this Qingya Small Building No. 8, unless you’re thinking..." Mr. Xie was taken aback.

"Just what you think."

"You’re crazy, that’s Ye Shengyuan’s favorite son, the future heir of the Ye Family!" Mr. Xie was frightened by Lin Miao’s boldness.

"He’s challenged my bottom line again and again, why should I keep him around?" Lin Miao said. "Senior sister is the most important person to me in this world, if he dares to set his sights on her, then he should be ready to go to the underworld."

"How do you plan to kill?"

"You’ll know tomorrow." Lin Miao said lightly, then closed his eyes and began to meditate.

...

"Here’s the address; you’re really going by yourself tonight, don’t need me to help?"

"Do you want to be my accomplice?" Lin Miao took the paper from Mr. Xie’s hand, glanced at it, then lit it and burned it to ashes.

"Boss, if you get into trouble, then I’m free." Mr. Xie smiled awkwardly.

"Help me keep an eye on the neighbors."

"You mean the lady owner of Huaye Tower next door, she’s younger, wouldn’t she be interested in you, boss?" Mr. Xie asked gossipingly, "I heard from Miss Sun that she has come to the house several times?"

"Stop spreading such rumors." Lin Miao glared at him, "If there’s nothing else, quickly get lost."

...

Early the next morning.

"Mr. Lin, Mrs. Lin..." Seeing the muscular Lin Miao practicing in the backyard, Xia Zhu hurriedly turned around, her cheeks flushed.

"Xia Zhu, you’re also a martial artist, from now on, in the morning before the hour of Chensi [7-9 AM], stay in the front yard to practice martial arts, no need to come to the backyard!" Lin Miao instructed, early morning, such a big light bulb.

"Yes, Mr. Lin." Xia Zhu quickly ran to the front yard, although the backyard is where the women stay, Lin Miao prefers to practice in the backyard.

The backyard provides better privacy.

Moreover, his intimate interactions with his senior sister are all in the backyard, he doesn’t want to be seen or disturbed and ruined.

Sun Youwei, draped in fox fur, holding a copper warmer, just stood on the steps watching Lin Miao practice. Her body has just recovered and needs a day or two to return to previous activity.

However, as long as Lin Miao is practicing in the yard, she will definitely accompany him.

Today, the junior brother seems to be in a good mood, punching faster than usual.

...

"Master, what do you think of this kid’s martial arts?" On the attic, there were also two pairs of eyes watching Lin Miao practicing through the window.

"He is very skilled in the waist, shoulder, and elbow movements. At such a young age, he can practice such a delicate martial art to such a high degree of mastery; this young man is indeed extraordinary." Mrs. Long commented quietly.

"Master, the Saint Heir has been missing for ten years. If he is really not found, what will happen?" Qin Yanran asked.

"The Saint Heir has a special bloodline, only he can reopen the Moon Pool and glorify our teaching." Mrs. Long said, "As long as the Saint Heir is not dead, he must be found."

"Master, is there any news about Situ Wan’Er?"

"Not yet, that little wench must be hiding. She went out this time also to search for someone. Her senior sister eloped with an unknown young man back in the day, no one knows the identity of that young man. Her senior sister was captured back and has been locked in the Taoist prison of the Religious Sect. Her outing this time is probably to search for that father and daughter..." Mrs. Long said.