Reborn as a doctor, he takes revenge and ruthlessly punishes the scum.

When Bai Ziyu entered the room.

Gong Mojue sat upright in his wheelchair, looking at him indifferently, his emotions unreadable.

Mo Ran stood behind him with a serious expression, also frowning as she stared at him.

When Bai Ziyu saw Gong Mojue's pale face, weak appearance, and the wheelchair beneath him, he thought of his former self, a dashing and spirited young man.

A hint of regret and pity unconsciously flashed in his eyes.

Gong Mojue keenly noticed the hint of pity in his eyes. A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"What, Young Master Bai, have come to my Yongning Prince's Mansion today to pity me!"

Bai Ziyu was startled, then realized his lapse in composure and bowed slightly.

"Greetings, Prince Yongning. I have come here with a request."

A playful glint flashed in Gong Mojue's eyes:

"That's quite a rare thing. Everyone knows perfectly well what kind of person I, the so-called Prince Yongning, really am. Over the years, almost everyone has avoided me like the plague. I don't think that the famous Young Master Bai has anything I can help with."

Bai Ziyu shook his head:

"No, at least for now, only you can help me with this. Of course, I won't let you help me for nothing. I'm willing to give you everything I have in exchange."

Gong Mojue raised his eyebrows slightly:

"I am indeed curious, what kind of favor would require Young Master Bai to give up everything in exchange?"

Bai Ziyu nodded solemnly:

"I would like to ask Prince Yongning to relinquish the Purple Jade Snow Lotus he possesses."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gong Mojue's indifferent eyes suddenly filled with icy coldness, and the aura emanating from his body was chillingly cold.

Not only Gong Mojue, but Mo Ran, standing behind him, also looked indignant, staring at Bai Ziyu with an unfriendly expression.

Bai Ziyu frowned:

Although the Purple Jade Snow Lotus is precious and rare, it is still just a medicinal herb. Why do these two people have such expressions?

Tentatively said:

“I consulted with Doctor Ding, and he said that although the Purple Jade Snow Lotus is indeed precious and rare, it can only cure a few specific poisons. For other diseases, it is not very effective. Therefore, its practicality is somewhat lacking.”

"Here I have a family heirloom Crane Blood Red Lotus. Although it is not as rare as the Purple Jade Snow Lotus, its medicinal value is extremely precious."

"I can give you the Crane Blood Red Lotus, and then you can tell me what you want, as long as~"

"This is outrageous! Do you even know that the Purple Jade Snow Lotus is...?"

Mo Ran shouted, interrupting Bai Ziyu, and was almost about to rush up and beat Bai Ziyu up.

Gong Mojue raised his hand, stopping him from speaking and acting impulsively.

His gaze, fixed on Bai Ziyu, turned even colder, and he gestured towards the door for him to enter.

"Young Master Bai, before I throw you out, please leave on your own."

Bai Ziyu was even more puzzled. He had already shown the utmost sincerity, so why did Gong Mojue and the others react this way?

However, from Gong Mojue's eyes, he clearly knew that he would never give up the Purple Jade Snow Lotus.

A flicker of disappointment crossed my mind, but I still nodded politely.

"Alright, I'll be off now. However, please forgive me if I have offended you in any way. Also, if you change your mind, please contact me at any time. I will never break my promise."

After saying that, she turned and left regretfully under Gong Mojue's cold gaze.

After his figure completely disappeared from the courtyard, Mo Ran could no longer contain herself. She took a few steps toward the door, then turned back and looked at Gong Mo Jue, saying:

"My lord, why don't you let me give him a good beating and then throw him out? That Purple Jade Snow Lotus is the only keepsake Her Majesty left for you."

Gong Mojue frowned:

"That's enough. I can't blame him, after all, he doesn't understand what the Purple Jade Snow Lotus means to me."

Mo Ran paused, stunned:

"Master, why are you speaking up for him?"

Gong Mojue sighed softly:

"After all, there were very few people who were willing to speak up for my maternal grandfather back then, and he was one of them."

Mo Ran was surprised:

"But his father has always been trying to clear Gong Nanxian's name."

Gong Mojue shook his head slightly:

"Actually, before my maternal grandfather's accident, Bai Chongshan strongly advised Gong Nanxian to trust my maternal grandfather. However, after the tragedy, Bai Chongshan, as a literary giant of the Great Yong Dynasty, did his best to ensure Gong Nanxian's stability in the court for the sake of the country's stability and to prevent millions of civilians from being displaced. So, it can't be said that he was wrong."

Ink-stained Qi Dao:

"Your Highness, why are you still speaking up for them?"

Gong Mojue shook his head:

"I'm not speaking for them, but telling you that they are available!"

Mo Ran's mind was completely in disarray, unable to keep up with his thoughts, his face filled with bitterness and helplessness:

"Your Highness, please speak plainly. I really don't understand what you mean."

Gong Mojue sighed softly:

"If you had a mind that left half blank, I wouldn't need to work so hard."

Mo Ran, on the contrary, didn't care at all; in fact, he seemed rather pleased with himself.

"That's true, Liu Bai's brain works better than mine, but I'm better at fighting. Last time we sparred, he lost to me by half a move."

Gong Mojue's sigh deepened unconsciously:

"Mo Ran, do you know? Winning is easy, but losing by just half a move is very difficult."

Mo Ran was even more puzzled:

"Master, what does this mean?"

Gong Mojue, however, didn't want to waste any more words with him and said directly:

“Old scholars and stubborn old men like Bai Chongshan always put the greater good and the greater good first. They are willing to sacrifice their own families for the greater good. This is not good for what we are doing, but it is also better.”

As he spoke, he coughed a few times, lifted his handkerchief, and gently pressed it against his lips.

Mo Ran grew anxious, stepped forward, picked up the cup, and placed it in his hand, her voice laced with flattery:

"Master, please just tell me everything at once. What's wrong with it, yet better in some ways?"