Ye Ling’er helped her grandfather to the main seat, then stood by his side so she could take care of him at any moment.
At this moment, Chu Haojie leaned close to Lin Yuan’s ear and whispered, “Who would’ve thought that brat Ye Ling’er would turn out like this after a few years? Look at that waist, so slim it fits in one hand… those legs, they look longer than my life… and that chest, doesn’t she get tired carrying that?”
Hearing Chu Haojie mutter such things, Lin Yuan couldn’t help rolling his eyes. He felt utterly embarrassed being seen with this fat guy.
“I suggest you drop those thoughts. Ye Ling’er isn’t someone you can mess with,” Lin Yuan warned calmly.
In the original story, Ye Ling’er was one of the harem members of the chosen one, Long Haochen. If Lin Yuan wanted to live longer, the best thing was to stay far away from Long Haochen and his women.
Because in the novel, as long as someone touched Long Haochen’s women, they were basically asking for death—he never reasoned with anyone.
“I know. The Ye Family is on par with our Chu Family. Of course she wouldn’t look at me. But if she were just some ordinary girl, I’d have had her in bed a long time ago.”
Lin Yuan rolled his eyes again. This fat guy was all talk. Though he liked to play around, it was always consensual. He didn’t dare to force anyone.
Unlike this scumbag—he had actually done that kind of thing before.
Lin Yuan sighed inwardly. He still had eighteen years to wait. Such a long time… Would she forgive him by then?
His thoughts wandered until the old patriarch of the Ye Family pulled him back to reality with his voice.
“Today is my seventy-sixth birthday. I’m grateful to all the outstanding young talents of North City for coming to celebrate. I appreciate your kindness,” said the old master in a loud and spirited tone, despite his years of suffering.
“Please, everyone, enjoy yourselves today. The Ye Family may not have much else, but we have more than enough good food and fine wine.”
Just then, a young man stood up and said, “Grandfather, I brought a special guest for you today. You must meet him—he can cure your illness.”
He looked to be in his early twenties and had dyed wine-red hair.
“The show’s starting,” Lin Yuan murmured.
Looking around, he spotted Gu Qingyi and Long Haochen at the next table. All the key players were here. The young man with the red hair was the one who initiated this whole event.
He was Ye Xinzhi, the son of Ye Wenzhi’s younger brother. Trying to stand out, he had somehow found a so-called miracle doctor, hoping to help the Ye patriarch rid himself of the chronic illness.
“Oh? Where is this special guest?” the old master asked coldly. Among all the Ye Family juniors, only Ye Ling’er truly earned his affection. The rest weren’t worth his attention.
“He’s right here—Physician Kunlun.”
“This master has traveled the land for years, curing all sorts of rare illnesses. I had to pull a lot of strings and spend a fortune to bring him here.”
Ye Xinzhi pointed to the old man beside him—white brows and beard, lotus-shaped crown on his head. He did look a bit otherworldly.
“Ye Xinzhi, don’t bring shady charlatans into our home. Grandfather’s illness isn’t something to joke about,” Ye Ling’er said with a frown.
She had studied medicine for nearly twenty years and had never heard of any Physician Kunlun. The name itself screamed fraud—something that could only fool people without any medical knowledge.
“Hehehe, Sister Ling’er, that’s unfair. Just because you study medicine doesn’t mean you know every doctor in the world, right?”
“You…” Ye Ling’er was momentarily speechless. The world was vast, and there were indeed many doctors she’d never heard of.
“Ling’er, let’s not argue. Why not let this Physician Kunlun try?” the old master said.
“Grandfather, you can’t risk your health like this!” Ye Ling’er said anxiously, firmly opposed.
“I know my body better than anyone. If he can really cure me, that’s a good thing. If not, the Ye Family won’t let anyone fool us.”
“Besides, you’ll be right beside me. I trust you—you won’t let anything happen to me, right?”
“…I understand.”
Ye Ling’er finally gave in.
She had tried for years without success. This had always been a thorn in her heart, because her grandfather’s illness was the result of protecting her.
If someone really could cure him, she shouldn’t be the one to stop it.
Besides, her grandfather was right. She was a skilled doctor herself. With her keeping watch, nothing too serious should happen.
Seeing this, Lin Yuan couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly.
Truly, when survival is at stake, even the wise become foolish.
As for Ye Ling’er, she gave in so easily. Couldn’t she stand firm on her own opinion?
Lin Yuan shook his head. In the original novel, this was exactly how Ye Ling’er’s character was written—prone to compromise. It wasn’t really her fault.
“Hmph. Just another street fraud daring to act bold,” said Long Haochen from another table.
As the chosen one, he was versed in both ancient and modern medicine. It was easy for him to tell whether someone was truly skilled at a glance.
“You know medicine?” Gu Qingyi asked upon hearing his remark.
“I know a thing or two. If you ever feel unwell, Qingyi, just come to me. A simple treatment from me, and I’ll guarantee your health.”
“Really? Thanks, but no need.”
Gu Qingyi gave a cold snort. She had only asked out of curiosity. She didn’t expect Long Haochen to jump in so eagerly.
Physician Kunlun approached the Ye patriarch and gently took his pulse. After a moment, he said softly, “At night, do you often feel body aches, break into cold sweats, and struggle to sleep due to the pain?”
“Yes, exactly!” the old master nodded, surprised. He didn’t expect Physician Kunlun to accurately describe the symptoms.
What he didn’t know was that Ye Xinzhi had already told Physician Kunlun all about it beforehand—he was just repeating what he’d heard.
“This isn’t a serious condition. A slight treatment from me will clear it right up.”
“Really?” the Ye patriarch was ecstatic.
Ye Ling’er, however, rolled her eyes. She had spent years only managing to ease the symptoms slightly, and now this so-called miracle doctor was claiming he could cure it with minimal effort?
What a joke. She’d like to see exactly how he planned to do that—if he failed, he was going to be in serious trouble.