She is a real daughter. She relies on eavesdropping on people's thoughts and killing people ran

"You are so smart in medical skills, but why are you so dumb when it comes to socializing with people?"

"Is it true that there is no perfect person in this world?"

Alas... But it doesn't matter. Although this child is not good at dealing with things, he learns quickly.

After that, as long as I give him a little guidance, he will definitely be able to learn it.

Wang Qianzhi sat at the table with a frown on his face, playing with a piece of warm jade in his hand. It was a gift from his master when he had mastered his medical skills.

He couldn't help but feel ripples in his heart. In fact, he himself was not very proficient in interpersonal relationships before.

I often make people angry without even realizing it.

It was not until he met Shen Yelin that he slowly changed.

It was changed, but the change was a bit double-standard.

He was only nice to Shen Yelin, and he didn't give a good look to other people.

Logically speaking, people who study medicine should be calm, gentle and kind, but Wang Qianzhi is the opposite.

He is a person with impatient and irritable temper.

However, when he was seeing patients, he would instantly become very calm.

It feels like they are two completely different people, which is probably one of his special features.

Wang Qianzhi looked at Wang Qianmo not far away.

Every time he saw Wang Qianmo, he felt as if he saw his past shadow in him.

Wang Qianmo was a child he adopted, a baby he picked up in the snow.

If Wang Qianzhi hadn't been kind enough to save him, he would have frozen to death in the snow that night.

Wang Qianzhi actually raised Wang Qianmo as her own son and gave him the same name as his last name.

He cares very much about Wang Qianmo.

Wang Qianmo himself knew this very well, and he listened to Wang Qianzhi very much.

When Wang Qianmo sat at the desk to copy the medical book, his eyes dimmed.

I sighed helplessly in my heart.

In terms of medical skills, he is able to see through everything and bring patients back to life with his magical hands, but when facing a crowd, the complex emotions and interpersonal entanglements make him feel at a loss.

He raised his head and looked out the window, only to see a bright moon hanging high in the sky and twinkling stars in the sky.

He thought, perhaps just like the night sky, although the moon is bright, it also needs the embellishment of stars to appear complete.

So no one is perfect.

Everything in the world is interdependent and mutually exclusive.

But now that he knows his shortcomings, he has to change.

The biggest failure is not changing.

Wang Qianzhi only needed to take one look at him to know what Wang Qianmo was thinking. He sighed, put down the jade in his hand, stood up, walked to the window, and said, "Does this world really have a perfect person?"

“We don’t know the answer to this.”

"But whether there are perfect people or not doesn't matter to us. What we need to do is to be ourselves."

"Overcome the difficulties that we have not overcome. If we cannot overcome them, at least we have tried our best."

“Imperfection is also the lovable side of people.”

"People who are too perfect are not human anymore."

"Besides, how many people in this world can be perfect?"

"So, you've done a great job. Don't underestimate yourself."

"Don't lose confidence in yourself because of this." Wang Qianzhi reached out and rubbed Wang Qianmo's head: "Master, seeing you like this, you have made up your mind to overcome the most difficult part of yourself, right?"

Wang Qianmo's eyes flashed with determination: "Yes."

Wang Qianzhi: "Master believes in you. No matter what the result is, just try your best."

Wang Qianmo: "Master, I will definitely not let you down."

Wang Qianzhi: “Yeah.”

Wang Qianzhi's words were like a gust of wind, blowing away the dust in Wang Qianmo's heart and also blowing away the confusion in his heart.

Wang Qianmo turned his head and looked at the medical skills spread out on the table.

The thick "Thousand Herbs Medical Classic" seemed to be shining brightly under the dim candlelight.

Copying medical skills is also to calm him down and not let him be impatient. After all, some things cannot be rushed.

After Wang Qianmo adjusted his emotions, he took a deep breath and picked up his pen to copy the contents of the medical book.

His pen tip moved across the paper. Although his handwriting was not neat, it revealed a kind of persistent determination.

His brows were furrowed, as if he was trying to understand every word and every prescription in the book.

Outside the study window, the moonlight sprinkled on the ground like water, reflecting his lonely figure.

The night wind blew by, causing the curtains by the window to sway gently, making a rustling sound, as if cheering him on for his hard work late into the night.

There was a determination gleam in Wang Qianmo's eyes. He knew that only through continuous hard work and learning could he live up to his master's expectations and become a true doctor.

Only then can we help the master solve his problems and share the burden on his shoulders.

Wang Qianzhi couldn't help but smile as he saw Wang Qianmo looking so serious.

This brat looks pretty good when he's serious.

I'll teach him to be smarter.

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Heavy clouds blocked the brilliance of the stars and the moon, and the street lanterns swayed, casting mottled light and shadows.

In the study of Zhang's house, the Minister of Personnel, Mr. Zhang, looked pale with beads of sweat on his forehead.

He tightly grasped the piece of paper with Shen Yelin's name on it, his fingers turning white from excessive force.

Just seeing the three words "Shen Yelin", he didn't even dare to open the note to read the contents.

My whole body was shaking with fear.

If you think about it carefully, the other party is only five years old, but he has such a strong sense of oppression. If he grows up a little bit, he will stir up a bloody storm in the whole court.

He looked at the note in his hand in astonishment. For a moment, he felt that what he was holding in his hand was not a note, but a death warrant.

My hands were shaking so badly that I could barely hold the feather-light piece of paper.

Soon, a burst of hurried footsteps outside the door broke the silence of the night.

Zhang Quanjiang hurriedly stuffed the note into the book and quickly adjusted his expression.

The door was pushed open, and a servant rushed in breathlessly, holding a sealed letter in his hand.

"Sir, an urgent letter from the Second Young Master!" The servant's voice trembled slightly.

Lord Zhang snatched the letter, tore open the seal, and quickly scanned the contents.

His expression changed with the content of the letter, from initial nervousness to later despair, and finally to deep anger.

He stood up suddenly, crumpled the letter into a ball and threw it hard on the ground.

"What does Shen Qing mean by this? Now that trouble has come to him, he will just ignore it, right?"

"When he asked me to follow him, his attitude was not like this now!"

"Am I just a chess piece you don't need now?"

Zhang Quanjiang's face became more and more distorted as he spoke: "If I really have to die, Shen Qing, don't expect to have an easy life either."

"I will expose all the things you have done one by one for everyone to see, to show you your ugly face with a beastly heart!"

"Sir..." the servant beside him whispered.

Zhang Quanjiang glared at him coldly: "What else? Tell me!"

The servant was so frightened that his body was shaking violently, and his voice was trembling slightly: "The Second Young Master also asked me to bring you a message."

Zhang Quanjiang: "What?"

The servant said: "The second young master said that you will be furious after reading this secret letter, but don't worry about being exposed and losing everything."

"The Second Young Master has his own plans. Please stay calm during this period and don't interfere in anything."

"Even if you receive a letter from Shen Yelin, don't act rashly. He has his own way to deal with Shen Yelin."

"As long as you keep a low profile during this period and don't cause trouble outside, the Second Young Master will be able to ensure that your life is not in danger and that your property is safe."

After hearing these words, Zhang Quanjiang was a little confused: "If he thinks this way, why did he write this letter to me?"

"Why doesn't he just tell me what he really thinks?"

"Sir, this second young master enjoys torturing others for fun."

"He does this so that you can be in heaven one second and in hell the next."

The veins on Zhang Quanjiang's forehead tensed up: "His bad taste hasn't changed at all."

"Did he tell you anything else?"

The man shook his head: "No, the Second Young Master only sent someone to pass on these words."

Zhang Quanjiang sighed softly: "Got it, let's go."

"Yes." After the servant left, Zhang Quanjiang opened the note Shen Yelin had written to him and read it.

There was only one sentence written on the note, but just this one sentence frightened Zhang Quanjiang so much that he collapsed to the ground with his whole body going limp.

The white note read: "Mr. Zhang, how are you? I wonder how the pot of Biluochun tea you drank yesterday tasted. Do you feel unwell?"

It was these words that made Zhang Quanjiang's face turn pale and his entire expression became very bad.

Zhang Quanjiang couldn’t help but mutter, “How could he know what I drank yesterday? I clearly drank it in my own secret room…”

"How would he know?"

"How could he possibly know?"

I was clearly the only one in the secret room yesterday, and I was the only one who had the key, so there was no way he could get in...

But how did he know what I drank?

And judging from what he said in the letter, could it be that he put something in my tea?

But I didn’t feel any discomfort…

Or was it just Shen Yelin trying to scare him? And he hit the mark by accident?

No, no... this is impossible. The chance of hitting the jackpot is too small. Besides, Shen Yelin can't possibly tell him something he hasn't done...

All the hairs on Zhang Quanjiang's body stood up and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Based on the current situation, Shen Yelin has spies in Zhang’s house!

Suddenly, Zhang Quanjiang felt a chill inexplicably rising in his heart.

Zhang Quanjiang's heart felt like it was being crushed by a huge rock, making it hard for him to breathe. He looked around and it seemed that every corner in the Zhang Mansion was hidden with spies sent by Shen Yelin.

He didn't expect that Shen Yelin's hands would reach so far that even his house had Shen Yelin's people.

But the second young master also said that he might receive a letter from Shen Yelin, asking him not to panic.

The second young master might have realized something in his heart. If he wanted to save his life now, he had to listen to Shen Qing. Otherwise, if he continued like this, he would not know how he would die in the end.

If Shen Yelin had not written to tell him these words personally, Zhang Quanjiang would probably never have known that there were people from Shen Yelin living in his house.

As night falls, the wind blows through the corridors, bringing gusts of coolness, as if even the air is hinting at something.

His gaze finally fell on the big tree swaying outside the window. The rustling sound of the leaves was like a secret, or like a mockery.

Laughing at his incompetence, he couldn't even beat a five-year-old child.

Then there were bursts of light footsteps. Zhang Quanjiang's nerves were very sensitive now. To him, any sound sounded like someone arranged by Shen Yelin in his house was coming to kill him.

Zhang Quanjiang turned around abruptly and looked outside in horror, only to see servants carrying foot washing water and clean clothes passing by the window.

Zhang Quanjiang stared at the servants, his eyes swept across each servant's face, trying to catch any unusual traces.

However, everyone lowered their heads, not daring to look him in the eyes.

When all the servants came in, Zhang Quanjiang's heart was still not at ease. He stared at these people, as if he wanted to see through them one by one.

Suddenly, a light breeze blew by, and Zhang Quanjiang felt a chill coming from behind. He turned back suddenly, but saw only an empty corridor.

But the feeling of being watched became stronger and stronger, as if there were a pair of eyes hiding in the dark, quietly observing his every move.

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In the dim candlelight, a figure sways on the mottled wall.

In the secret room of Shen Yelin's mansion, a middle-aged man was tied to a cold stone chair, his eyes filled with fear and despair.

His clothes were torn to shreds, revealing shocking scars.

The man's lips were cracked and there was still blood at the corners of his mouth, which was left from his previous struggle.

Suddenly, the door of the secret room was pushed open, and a man in gorgeous clothes and with a sinister face walked in.

There was a playful gleam in his eyes, as if he was watching a carefully choreographed drama.

He slowly approached and gently stroked the middle-aged man's cheek with his fingers. His fingertips had a slightly cool touch.

"You are the one that the young master asked me to interrogate? Of course... You still keep your mouth shut even after being tortured so much."

Shen Yelin leaned lightly on the cushion, tapping the armrest with his fingers, making a slight sound.

His eyes were like two bottomless lakes. Although his face was expressionless, there was an elusive depth hidden in them.

"Xuan Ye, I'll leave it to you from now on."

A bloodthirsty smile appeared on Xuan Ye's lips, and there was an almost crazy look in that smile.

"As ordered."

"I will definitely be able to pry open his mouth."

"Please wait for me for a moment, young master."

Shen Yelin said lightly: "Okay."

The tied man felt a chill running up from the soles of his feet to his heart.

There seemed to be a depressing atmosphere in the air.