The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 687

Chapter 687: 571 Slap in the Face, Top Noble Families Gathering [1 Update]_2

Advancing to an elder required passing many assessments.

But becoming an elder of the Pill Alliance meant securing a stable position in the Ancient Medical World.

"The Ancient Medical World is different from the Ancient Martial World; bloodshed is not permitted, after all, ancient physicians are generally physically weak, and at best, an ordinary person with self-defense techniques. Therefore, the Ancient Medical World is relatively safer," Hall Master Li continued, "Their home is not far from the Pill Alliance Headquarters, only half a day’s travel. Who knew that such a cruel event would occur on the way?"

When the Fourth Elder noticed something was wrong, he hurried over only to find no one at home.

The bodies were found only a month later.

The scene was too gruesome to bear.

Those evil doctors were so cruel they didn’t even spare the children.

The Fourth Elder broke down at that moment.

For twenty years, he had not found the murderer.

"He has been investigating the whereabouts of the evil doctors all these years," Hall Master Li shook his head, "Not willing to let go of even the slightest clue, he previously thought you were an evil doctor, hoping to find the entire evil doctor force through you."

Ying Zijin calmly replied, "It is human nature; I can understand."

"Miss Ying, the existence of evil doctors was something you should not have known about; it is bound to cause panic," Hall Master Li’s expression became stern, "But now that you do know, you must be very careful. A genius like you is also a prime target for the evil doctors."

Ying Zijin furrowed her brows slightly.

She could now be certain that the impostor Number One Poison Master found by Rita Bevin must have been an evil doctor.

The Fourth Elder entered at this moment, his eyes still red, "Miss Ying, I apologize for the offense earlier. I heard from this young man that you are in need of medicinal materials; I’ll give you my share, as I..."

He didn’t need them anymore.

"No need, I don’t lack those," Ying Zijin looked up at him, "You suffer from unfulfilled desires, turning into hidden anger, damaging your liver. If you have time, take some medicine to ease the frustration."

The Fourth Elder was stunned, "Miss Ying, you..."

Ying Zijin took a sip of tea, "I can read a bit of face reading."

"Oh, I see," the Fourth Elder nodded, "No wonder."

Ancient physicians practice the Four Diagnostic Methods and can often read faces as well.

This form of face reading is not the same as fortune telling.

Through face reading, they can determine where a patient is ill.

After all, many diseases can manifest on the face, even just an additional pimple on the chin.

**

Elsewhere.

The Meng Family.

Meng Qingxue, upon hearing what happened at the meeting, was stunned, "The ancestor of the Foo Family? Is she a disciple of Elder Foo Xi?"

Otherwise, why would Foo Xi come out in person?

Meng Qingxue’s fingers clenched tightly.

If she was a disciple of Foo Xi, no one of the same age could compare with Ying Zijin.

Even Foo Chen’s generation would be overshadowed by her.

Patriarch Meng suddenly chuckled, "Qingxue, you’re overthinking it. Who is the ancestor of the Foo Family? How many years has she been in reclusion? Only Foo Chen has received her guidance."

"How old is Ying Zijin? Nearly nineteen, just a distant relative of a minor Ancient Martial Family from the Ye Family, with no real connection to the Foo Family."

Meng Qingxue frowned, "But still—"

"The ancestor of the Foo Family came out today simply because she coincidentally heard about the evil doctors from Foo Chen," Patriarch Meng shook his head, "Everyone knows how much she detests evil doctors; after all, she lost a disciple to their hands."

"Remember the evil doctor sent by the Ancient Martial Ling Family to the Foo Family last time? Wasn’t Foo Xi involved as well?"

"Plus, Ying Zijin truly has an exceptional talent for refining medicine. Although the ancestor of the Foo Family despises evil doctors, she wouldn’t stand by and watch a talent in medicine be slandered as one. She’s kind and was just passing by, don’t overthink it."

Meng Qingxue’s heart relaxed slightly.

"But starting from today, her place in the Ancient Medical World is essentially set," Patriarch Meng continued, "Though she can’t match you or Foo Chen, she can indeed squeeze into this top circle."

As Patriarch Meng spoke, he suddenly remembered something from the meeting, and his expression froze.

This Ying Zijin, does she also understand acupuncture?

The air quality in the Ancient Medical Field is high, leading to better quality meat from the animals raised there.

She did indeed like to eat.

Ying Zijin nodded slightly: "Get a few, and take them back to Dad and the others. Can they be made into cured meat?"

"They can."

"Good. Also, send a few bags to Xiao Lan and Adele."

Fu Yunshen, holding a tablet: "Yaoyao, Imperial Capital University is officially on holiday, and your grades are out. Do you want to see them?"

Ying Zijin with closed eyes: "No need, there’s nothing suspenseful about it."

Fu Yunshen, looking at a row of perfect scores and GPAs: "..."

Indeed, there was nothing suspenseful about it.

**

After staying at the Ji Family’s home for four days, Ying Zijin and Fu Yunshen returned to the Ancient Medical Field.

The hunt was set to start in the afternoon. By eleven o’clock, quite a few people had already sporadically arrived at the horse field.

Fu Yunshen went to get his riding attire for the hunt.

Ying Zijin, wearing a baseball cap and holding a bottle of Coke, was looking at horses.

Her gaze swept across them quickly, stopping only when she reached the last one.

Ying Zijin lifted her head, her phoenix eyes slightly narrowed.

This was a pure black horse with shiny mane, swift hooves, and a robust figure.

The steed was securely tied to the railing, and issued a warning neigh upon seeing someone approach.

It caught the attention of others who were also viewing horses.

The girl’s attire was different from that of people in the Ancient Medical Field, and many looked over curiously.

Ying Zijin raised her hand, about to grasp the steed’s reins.

"Miss Ying!" Meng Qingxue saw her and frowned. "The one you’re looking at is an untamed horse; it hasn’t been broken in yet. You can’t ride it—don’t touch it."