PDLP Chapter 2100 My Skinning Skill is a Family Tradition
Chapter 2100 My Skinning Skill is a Family Tradition
Li Cheng's voice was full of guilt and tenderness. Looking at his daughter's pale face, he wished he could take all her pain away from her.
Yan Ruyu walked up to Li Cheng and his daughter, her gaze falling on the little girl with a gentle look in her eyes.
"Let me see."
Seeing this, Su Zhenhai quickly stepped forward and smiled at Li Cheng, saying, "Li Cheng, you are really lucky. This young doctor is very skilled. It was this young doctor who cured Jing Zhuo's strange illness."
Jing Zhuo is Su Zhenhai's only son, and everyone in the army knows how dangerous his illness is. Now that he heard that this young doctor could cure him, Li Cheng was overjoyed.
He quickly released his daughter, bowed to Yan Ruyu, and said urgently and respectfully, "Please, young doctor, save my daughter! I will be eternally grateful!"
Yan Ruyu nodded slightly, extended her fingers, and gently placed them on the little girl's wrist.
The little girl instinctively shrank closer to Li Cheng, her big eyes timidly gazing at Yan Ruyu.
Yan Ruyu looked up and gave her a faint smile, a smile like the warm sun in spring, instantly dispelling some of the fear in her heart.
Yan Ruyu concentrated for a moment, her brows furrowing slightly before relaxing.
She withdrew her finger, carefully observed the little girl's complexion, reached out and touched her forehead before slowly saying, "It's nothing serious. She just caught a cold, which caused a high fever, and was also frightened, so she's a bit restless. I'll prescribe some calming and fever-reducing medicine, and she'll feel better after taking it."
Hearing this, Li Cheng finally felt relieved and let out a long sigh of relief.
"Thank you, doctor! Thank you, doctor!" he said repeatedly.
Yan Ruyu stood up, turned around and walked towards Huo Changhe. Using the horse and Huo Changhe's figure as cover, she took out a red fruit from her spatial storage.
He turned back to the little girl, handed her the red fruit, and said softly, "You were very brave tonight. This is a reward for you."
The little girl carefully took the red fruit, holding it in her small palm, feeling its slightly cool touch and sweet aroma.
She looked up at Yan Ruyu, her eyes wide open like two glistening black grapes, filled with joy and curiosity.
She blinked a few times and said in a clear voice, "Thank you, brother. You're so handsome."
Upon hearing this, Yan Ruyu's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile.
She cleared her throat, her tone carrying a hint of playful confidence: "I know."
The little girl giggled, and her face finally regained some color.
Looking at his daughter's smile, Li Cheng's gratitude grew even stronger. He bowed to Yan Ruyu and Huo Changhe again, saying, "Thank you for your forgiveness, sir, and thank you for saving my life, doctor. I will never forget your kindness!"
Huo Changhe nodded slightly and turned his horse around.
Yan Ruyu also mounted her horse: "Tomorrow morning, take her to the Su residence to get the medicine."
Then he and Huo Changhe rode their horses toward the city.
Su Zhenhai patted Li Cheng on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Hurry up and take the child back to rest. With the young doctor's prescription, the child will get better soon."
"Yes, thank you, City Envoy," Li Cheng replied quickly.
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Back at the Su residence, Yan Ruyu and Huo Changhe split up; Huo Changhe interrogated the masked man's men, while Yan Ruyu interrogated the masked man himself.
Yan Ruyu walked slowly at the front, followed by Beibei, who carried a small dark brown elm wood box on her back.
Upon entering the courtyard hall where the masked man was imprisoned, the man was found bound tightly to a pillar with thick hemp ropes.
Hearing footsteps, he raised his head slightly, his gaze falling on Yan Ruyu. His breathing suddenly became more rapid, and his chest rose and fell slightly.
Yan Ruyu didn't exchange any pleasantries. She walked straight up to him, the firelight reflecting on her pale face, her eyelashes casting faint shadows. Her tone was calm and undisturbed: "Did Liu Jiulang send you to arrest Li Cheng?"
The masked man instinctively opened his mouth and answered, "No..."
The moment the words left his mouth, the masked man realized his mistake.
He had planned it all out beforehand. Once interrogated, he would directly admit that he was Liu Jiulang and then fabricate a story to confuse the public.
But these three words are tantamount to clearly admitting that he is not Liu Jiulang.
All the arguments I had prepared beforehand now seemed like useless nonsense.
He could clearly sense a hint of mockery in Yan Ruyu's eyes.
His Adam's apple bobbed, his teeth pressed against his lower lip, his cheeks tightened slightly, and he forced himself to remain calm as he said, "I am Liu Jiulang, and what I said just now was just nonsense."
Yan Ruyu chuckled softly and waved her hand. Without needing to say anything more, Beibei immediately understood. She carried the small box and quickly walked to the masked man, placing the box on the ground with practiced ease.
The wooden box made a soft "click" sound as it was opened and closed, revealing its contents in the firelight: a small bronze scissor, a silver pick, and a thin-bladed knife with a bluish-black hue.
There were also several slender-necked porcelain bottles filled with amber liquid, a dazzling array, their surface reflecting a cold glint in the flickering firelight, exuding an indescribable eeriness.
Beibei squatted down and picked out the thinnest knife from among them.
The blade was no wider than a finger, its tip so sharp it could reflect a person's image. He gripped the hilt, walked up to the masked man, stood on tiptoe, and reached out with his other hand to gently pull the man's chin to the sides. The force was light, but it prevented the man from turning his head.
Beibei's tone was cool: "This skin feels a bit rough, but it's okay. I'll soak it in my potion and it will become soft and smooth, making the mask look better."
The masked man shuddered, his eyes widening in terror.
He struggled for a moment, but the rope was tied too tightly, only causing a stinging sensation as it rubbed against his skin.
"What are you going to do?" His voice trembled almost imperceptibly.
Yan Ruyu turned around and sat down on a chair next to her, resting her elbows on her knees, her posture nonchalant: "Don't you like wearing masks? Since you're so fond of concealing your true face, there's no point in keeping your face. You might as well peel it off and give it to someone who needs it."
"Don't worry," Beibei replied with a smile, her other hand still gently stroking the thin-bladed knife in her hand.
The blade sliced through the air, making a soft hissing sound.
"I'm very good at making human skin masks; it's a family tradition. The masks my father used to make were so good that even close relatives couldn't tell them apart when they wore them."
"My cooking skills are even better than my dad's; I guarantee it will look beautiful on you."
These words, however, were more terrifying to the masked man than any threat.
He was so frightened that his whole body went limp, and his originally tense body began to tremble slightly, with cold sweat streaming down his face.
He doesn't care about whether the mask is pretty or not; he cares about his own face! Once it's peeled off, will he even survive?