Reborn from the bottom of the coffin, the miracle doctor and the ugly concubine fight against the wo

"Dad, dad..." Yun Qiyi waved to him excitedly when he saw the middle-aged man tending flowers and plants in front of the thatched cottage.

The man was dressed in commoner clothes, with a thin figure and half-white beard and hair. Hearing Yun Qi call him, he straightened up with a flower shovel in his hand and squinted his eyes in the sun and looked this way.

Seeing that Yun Qi had brought two other people with him, he immediately lowered his face and said, "Didn't my father say that you are not allowed to bring outsiders here?"

"She is not an outsider, she is the ancestor of our family." Yun Qi blurted out.

"Nonsense!" Yun Fenghua raised his eyebrows and scolded, "You don't care about your usual nonsense, but you also recognize your ancestors casually?"

"I didn't identify her randomly. She is really our ancestor." Yun Qi said.

His father was so angry that he raised his shovel and was about to slap him: "Little bastard, if you keep talking nonsense, I'll beat you to death."

Yun Qi hurriedly hid behind Chu Zhao and shouted to his father: "Dad, you have lived in the mountains for a long time and have no information. You don't know what is happening outside. This ancestor was recognized by the patriarch himself. What's the use of hitting me?" "

Yun Fenghua raised the flower shovel into the air. Firstly, it was difficult to attack because of Chu Zhao. Secondly, he was shocked by his son's words and finally looked at the girl in front of him seriously.

This girl was only seventeen or eighteen years old at most. Although she had an outstanding appearance and extraordinary bearing, she could not be related to her ancestors.

Are the clan elders confused, or is this kid just talking nonsense?

"It's true." Yun Qi said, "The old patriarch gave her all the golden needles inherited from our family, and she also opened the mechanism lock and used the golden needles to save a dying man in front of me and the patriarch. This is It’s absolutely true.”

Yun Fenghua was shocked when he heard this. He put down the flower shovel and looked Chu Zhao up and down.

That box of gold needles passed down from the ancestors was enshrined in the ancestral hall for nearly a hundred years because they were unevenly divided during the family division. No one dared to touch it. The old patriarch actually gave it to a little girl?

"Why, what on earth is going on?" Yun Fenghua murmured.

It was only then that Chu Zhao spoke slowly: "There are many mysteries in the world that cannot be explained clearly in a few words. I am here today to resolve your knot. You don't have to worry about who I am, and you don't have to worry about anything else. Just focus on... Tell me exactly what happened back then."

What happened back then?

Yun Fenghua was stunned. For some reason, looking at the girl in front of him who was about the same age as his son, he suddenly felt the urge to cry.

So many years of grievance, bitterness, frustration, and desolation all turned into tears at this moment, flowing into my eyes uncontrollably.

He didn't say anything, threw down the flower shovel, turned around and staggered back to the house.

Only then did Chu Zhao realize that his left leg was a bit awkward.

"He pricked it with a needle himself." Yun Qi said with red eyes, "He was the one who gave the patient's left leg acupuncture, which caused him to be paralyzed for life. He has been grudges since then, and kept pricking needles in his leg, trying to find the patient. The reason for the mistake, unfortunately, has not been found for so many years.”

It turned out to be the case.

Chu Zhao nodded, said, "You two wait outside," and then went into the house alone and closed the door.

Yun Qi was worried and wanted to follow in, but his arm was grabbed by General Xiao.

"The princess told you to wait outside, didn't you hear?"

"You care about me, who are you?"

Yun Qi tried hard to shake him off, but she was not as strong as him and couldn't shake him off no matter what.

General Xiao sneered: "You have such a small body, but you still want to fight with your brother. If it weren't for the fact that you are the princess's grandson for who knows how many generations, you wouldn't be able to keep your arms."

"..." Yun Qi glared at him unconvinced, "I am the grandson of the princess. If you claim to be my brother, then you are also a grandson yourself."

"A grandson is a grandson, and I am happy to be the princess's grandson." General Xiao said ruffly, "I am older than you, even if I am a grandson, I am still the eldest grandson."

"Bah, shameless." Yun Qi spat at him.

General Xiao didn't care: "If I want to lose face, I won't be a second-rate person."

Yun Qi was half furious and was about to curse again when he suddenly heard a suppressed whimper coming from the room.

Before he could react, his father was already crying inside.

Yun Qi was frightened and grabbed General Xiao's hand: "What's going on? What's wrong with my father?"

"What else can I do? Seeing that my ancestors have been wronged!" General Xiao said, "It's just like a child wrestling. When the adults are not here, he can get up by himself. He can endure no matter how painful it is and not cry. When the adults come, he will cry until he is black. As much as you feel wronged, you feel wronged."

Yun Qi: "...How old is my dad?"

"Despite how old he is, he is still a child in front of his ancestors." General Xiao said, "Your father is acting coquettishly with the princess!"

Yun Qi: "..."

Although, why does this sound so awkward?

The two waited outside for a long time before the crying inside gradually stopped and turned into a conversation of questions and answers.

"Okay." General Xiao said, "Your father has finally finished crying after so many years of grievance."

Yun Qi breathed a sigh of relief. For some reason, he felt like crying.

His mother died young, and his father had lived in the mountains and ignored him all these years, and he had suffered a lot of grievances!

He also wanted to cry in front of his ancestors.

After another long time, the door opened, and Yun Fenghua, with red and swollen eyes, followed Chu Zhao and walked out.

Chu Zhao said: "You should adjust your mood here today. Early tomorrow morning, I will have the patient taken to the Divine Medical Hall for you to treat. I hope you will not disappoint me."

Yun Fenghua hesitated a little, and said timidly like a child: "I'm afraid..."

"What are you afraid of? I'm here!" Chu Zhao said, "Just treat it with peace of mind and boldness. If anything happens, I will take care of it for you."

"Yes." Yun Fenghua's nose felt sore and tears almost fell again. He bowed and bowed respectfully to Chu Zhao, "I will try my best not to embarrass my ancestors."

Yun Qi: "..."

I don't know who scolded him just now for misidentifying his ancestors, and even wanted to beat him to death with a spade.