"Yes." Before the passerby left, he added, "You guys came to Yan to seek medical treatment, right? This statue was specially built by the Ning family five years ago."
"I heard that if you pray to the Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand before you seek treatment, your illness will recover faster."
After Feng San heard this, he really bowed seriously.
Si Fuqing was speechless.
If it could be cured with a bow, even she herself did not have such an effect?!
After Feng San bowed, he saw the girl looking at the statue with a complicated expression. He was confused, as he asked. "Miss Si knows about Ghosthand?"
Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand had disappeared for a few years already, and they had been investigating for a long time without finding anything.
Feng San thought that since Si Fuqing knew medicine, she might have some information.
Si Fuqing thought for a moment. "I don't know anything, but I think this title is quite childish."
Feng San didn't know how to respond.
Forget it, those who don't know are not afraid.
Si Fuqing coughed to recompose herself, and asked humbly, "Why don't you tell me about it?"
"Yes." Feng San nodded. "If there's a ranking of Miracle Doctors in the world, Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand would definitely be ranked first."
Si Fuqing blinked. "Is it really?"
"Of course." Feng San continued, "There's no such thing as 'failure' under Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand's miraculous hands. This person is an existence who can snatch people away from the ghosts. I heard that 'Ghosthand' came from that."
Si Fuqing was speechless.
She almost believed him.
Feng San pursed his lips and looked at Yu Xiheng, whispering, "Brother Nine, if only we could have invited Ghosthand back then."
If he could meet Ghosthand, Yu Xiheng's leg would definitely be cured.
Yu Xiheng leaned back in his wheelchair and closed his eyes. "Let nature take its course. Let's go."
Si Fuqing thought casually as she pushed him forward.
She had learned her medical skills from an old man and had also inherited his legacy.
The old man had a strange personality. He saved people depending on his mood, which led her to follow suit.
Other than the title of Ghosthand.
He was really too childish.
However, the old man liked it very much. He even specially asked her to write a piece of calligraphy, and he hung it on the wall. He said that he was happy to see it every day.
She thought that he was really sick, in the mind.
Si Fuqing exhaled slowly and looked back at the statue. For the first time, she felt extremely ashamed.
Fortunately, the sculpture did not look like her at all.
What did Ghosthand's statue have to do with herself, Si Fuqing?
Si Fuqing's mood lightened up a lot when she thought of this.
Ten minutes later, the three of them arrived at their destination.
It was a very large manor.
The willow branches drooped down, scattering down the mottled shadows.
The shallow sound of the pipa and the zither intertwined together, creating a clear, but yet feel distant symphony.
The clear stream flowed past the stone, rippling and carrying with it the chirping of a few sparrows.
The architectural style was quite similar to that of the Great Xia Dynasty.
Si Fuqing looked up and saw the word "Ning" on the plaque.
The Ning family was not even considered a wealthy family.
However, the Ning family had many famous doctors, and the wealthy families in the city had to be respectful.
After all, doctors were a profession that no one wanted to offend.
Si Fuqing narrowed her eyes.
Witch doctors mostly gathered in the Western Region of Great Xia. They were skilled in witchcraft and could communicate with Yin and Yang as well as medicine.
However, in the words of the old man, the medical skills of witch doctors were not orthodox. They harmed others and themselves.
The manor was very stylish, and there were many servants.
Shen Xingyun had already contacted this side earlier and said that it was to treat his leg disease. The butler recognized it at a glance.
He took a step forward and examined at Yu Xiheng for a few seconds. "Is this Mr. Scottish who made an appointment last month?"
Feng San's hand had already grasped the hidden weapon. He replied, without causing the slightest suspension, "Yes."
"There's a guest in front, so we need to wait for a moment." The butler nodded. "Please come this way. Don't go in early to disturb the distinguished guests inside."
"If anything goes wrong, you won't be able to bear the responsibility. The Ning family has strict rules. If you break them, you won't be able to find a doctor in Great Xia."
The contempt in his words made Feng San's eyes burst with killing intent.
Si Fuqing narrowed her eyes.
Yu Xiheng raised his hand, his eyes unmoving and his voice calm. "Let's go over there."
The three of them stopped beside the stone table.
Si Fuqing glanced at the butler, bent down slightly, and rested her chin on the back of the wheelchair. "Boss."
"Huh?" The man lowered his voice.
"How much does it cost to hire a witch doctor?"
Yu Xiheng had never cared much about money, so it was Feng San who answered, "The deposit is one million yuan. It'll be depend on if it can be treated. We'll pay according to the herbs and labor required."
"Brother Nine's leg is a chronic disease. If it can be cured, it will cost at least two billion."
Si Fuqing was shocked.
All that was left in front of her eyes was the bling of money.
These witch doctors was too greedy. She had never asked for such an exorbitant price when she treated others in the past.
"Boss, I don't think they can do it." Si Fuqing put on a serious expression. "If you see me instead, I'll charge you half the price. I guarantee that I'll let you sprint like a whirlwind and float on the water easily."
Yu Xiheng turned his head slightly and saw that the girl's fox-like eyes were shining brighter than the starry sky.
He paused, not knowing whether to believe it or not, and smiled, without his usual composure. "Alright."
Feng San covered his face.
Nine Brother is really abnormal to reply seriously to such a ridiculous question.
**
On the other side, in the hall.
"We've already prepared the herbs that Young Master Yu needs." The middle-aged man smiled. "Next time, Young Master Yu doesn't have to make a trip personally. You just have to order it online, and we'll get the Great Xia Escort Agency to escort the herbs directly to Sijiu."
"There's no need." Yu Yao shook his head. "It's better for me to keep an eye on these herbs."
"I see." The middle-aged man pondered for a few seconds before asking tentatively, "I wonder if Young Master Yu is still in contact with Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand?"
Yu Yao took a second to process the information, then he pursed his lips. "Temporarily, no."
He had suffered from aphasia due to a kidnapping case in the past, and it had never been cured. He had been addicted to a holographic online game in a game chamber all day long.
Fortunately, just as the Yu family was about to give up on him, he met a godly player with the title "Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand".
Ghosthand had cured his aphasia.
Later, Yu Yao would log into the game on time every day, but he never met this godly player again. He could only admire his magnificence on the leaderboard.
After that, Ghosthand disappeared completely without a trace.
He didn't know Ghosthand at all, and he knew very little about this amazing player.
Later on, Yu Yao found out that Ghosthand was also a god-like existence in reality.
The middle-aged man didn't lose heart and said, "If Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand contacts Young Master Yu, please inform the Ning Family as soon as possible."
"Naturally," Yu Yao smiled.
The middle-aged man personally sent Yu Yao out.
"Sir." When the butler saw the middle-aged man come out, he bowed respectfully. "It's ten o'clock. The patient from abroad is already waiting outside."
The middle-aged man waved his hand and said, "Make them wait longer."
What else could be more important than Ghosthand?